Best of luck to you Malcom, and don't worry about your crew, I've found them work elsewhere in the company. I'll keep your seat warm for when the two of you come back, don't worry about that.
If you need help don't hesitate to contact me or any of the others in the fleet. We look after each other.
And for you Jack. While some people will dislike you for obvious and justified reasons, you'll have protection under my name so long as you work for me. Eventually people will forget Jack Murdoch the Navy man and start to recognise Jack Murdoch the no-good-nick Junker. Your Guardian is locked up under cover somewhere secure and won't ever see the light of day unless at your own request.
Stay frosty out there boys. I don't wanna see your arses in the obituary or on the roster of Sugarland because you were looking through those magazines you keep under your mattresses.