"There are those who write, and those who are written. Which one are you son?" The elder brother asked, looking down at Jules. The younger man looked down at the pen and book he held in hand, his imagination getting the best of him at times. He leered over at Nemo who stood patiantly to the side before takeing a deep breath and finally speaking. "I'm a Writer, Sir."(CC) Attrib. NonComm. ShareAlike