The 110 Shepherd.

"Hello Sir, You can call me anytime, anywhere. I am also the manager here, so here's my card. Morgan gave Jack a business card; from his accent, he seemed to be American.

"Alright, I think I will need you around here, Morgan, for a while," Jack said, and then Heinrich took him to the inner chambers of the yacht.

"This will be your bedroom. Nice, isn't it?" Heinrich asked; he was fascinated by the yacht.

"It's great, but tell me honestly—why did your father give me this?" Jack knew that nothing in life comes without a price. If something appears to be free, it's often the most expensive thing of all.

"Well, my father gave it to you because the Shepherd contacted him. It's a bit of a complicated story. One of the Shepherds reached out to my father since it was the closest yacht available for you," Heinrich said with a shrug.

"Who the hell is Shepherd?" Jack asked.

"Well, I told you about 11 Horseman, right?" Heinrich asked.