Little Julius was escaping from his grandma,

Little Julius was escaping from his grandma, who was shouting after him to come back. He ran to the beach and shoved his toy raft in the ocean. "I'm gonna be a pirate!"

Little Julius was quickly taken out to sea by a riptide. He watched his grandma get smaller and smaller then turned his gaze to the high seas. "Yarr, time to find me treasure!"

Julius would remember this as the moment he found his true calling. The moment the sea swept him from the shore, he knew that he didn't chose the pirate life, but that it chose him

without fail. Compass in hand, he headed East toward the hills. Or was it East? The compass rose appeared to be damaged by the crash--as was much of his memory of the night past.

He gripped the compass rose more tightly pricking his fingers on its thorns, the crown pointed ... downward? Was Eden below? Some magnetic anomaly of amour diverted him to the cave

which, ironically led him to the place of worship.

Babbage tried to ignore the man, but he was persistent. "Babbage, dude," He grabbed Babbage's leg and held on. "Pay attention to me." The man was now sobbing.

He slapped Babbage across the face to get his attention. "Listen, you fool! We've gotta get outta here NOW! Stop your blubbering & HELP me or..." That's when the first bullet

in board sailed through the air and smacked them both in the face. It was so unexpected they had to take notice. Babbage and his friend appeased the Folders and saved the day.