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over.
    "Brian Shimura," Nick said, "this is the best cameraman in Tokyo - Yoshi Masahara!"
    "Welcome to Japan." Yoshi said with a slight bow. Then he extended his hand.
    "Call me Brian," the American replied.
    "And you, please call me Yoshi!" the Japanese man replied. His English was excellent. He only slightly slurred the l in please .
    "I was just convincing our young friend here that a night on the town would do him good!" Nick said to Yoshi. "I hope you can join us tonight."
    A frown appeared on Yoshi's face. "So sorry." he said apologetically. "Just got an assignment from Takao-san... I must go with Blackthorn Adams on bullet train. I leave tonight."
    "Are you covering the Kawasaki plant opening?" Nick said suspiciously.
    "Yes!" Yoshi replied. "Last-minute assignment."
    Nick threw up his arms and screamed. "That rotten little -" Nick bit back his curse and, without another word, stormed off toward the elevators.
    "He does that often," Yoshi said to Brian. "Excuse me for asking an impolite question."
    "Of course," Brian said.
    "Is this... an American thing?" Yoshi asked.
    "No," Brian replied. "I think it's a Nick Gordon thing."
    " Hai! " said Yoshi. "I thought so."

CHAPTER 6
S.O.S. FROM THE SEA OF JAPAN

    May 29, 1998, 6:23 A.M.
The gate to the Pusan ferry
Hakata, Japan

    Kim Park liked riding the bullet train okay, but he loved to ride the Pusan ferry. The trip on the ultra- modern train was nowhere near as magical as the 150-mile ferryboat ride between Korea and northern Japan, where he and his mother and father now lived.
    Unfortunately, his mother hated it. Kim, only nine years old, couldn't figure out why. He loved riding a boat, any kind of boat. And he loved the sea.
    "Kim!" his mother called from a bench as far from the water as she could get. "Come down from that railing before you fall in!"
    Kim took one last look over the fence at the gray water lapping against the pier. Then he turned, jumped down, and ran back to his mother.
    "How long before the ferry sails?" Kim asked.
    "We can get on board very soon," she answered nervously. Kim looked at the boat. Yes , he thought, his excitement mounting. People are already lining up!
    "Come on, Mother," Kim said, pulling her arm. "Let's get in line so we can get a good seat." Reluctantly, she rose and gathered up her bags. Kim helped her.
    "Will Uncle Pak be waiting for us on the other side?" Kim asked as they approached the ship.
    "Uncle Pak, and his wife, Hyon, and even Uncle Cho - everyone is coming for your aunt's wedding tomorrow," his mother said with a smile.
    Kim knew his mother was excited about this trip. Things were better for Kim's family now that Dad had started working for a Japanese company, but Kim knew his mother missed her friends and family back in Korea. Kim missed his little cousins, too, but he really missed Uncle Pak, a colonel in the Army of the Republic of Korea.
    Uncle Pak was Kim's hero.
    Kim skipped as they approached the ferry. The Pusan ferryboat was an old vessel - nearly half a century old, in fact. Despite a relatively fresh coat of nondescript gray paint, the ship showed her age. But not to Kim. In his imagination, it was the fiercest fighting ship on the ocean - and he was the captain.
    As cars and trucks filled the ferry's hull, Kim and his mother climbed up onto the upper deck. Kim climbed the steps effortlessly, but his mother was breathing heavily by the time they had reached the top. Kim knew she had not slept on the bullet train, though he had.
    The ferry was only half full. But it was still early - in another hour or so, the pier would be filled with people heading across the Sea of Japan for work.
    Kim was disappointed that his mother chose to sit inside the passenger cabin instead of out on the deck. She said she was cold, but Kim knew that his mother was afraid of the ocean. He did not argue.
    From his seat, Kim scanned the other passengers. There were men in suits and work clothes, and women, too. There were truck drivers,