"So how did you come to work for this Mister Roarke?" Jeffrey asked as Tattoo slowly sipped his coffee. "Well it's a bit of a long story, but I suppose it all began when I was child. My parents died when I was only 7 years old and my older brother, Fat Doug, abandoned me not long after. So I was left to fend for myself out on the streets. Then when one day when I was about 11, I saw him. I was sitting on the curb, begging for change, when he stopped and asked what I was doing living out on the street. I told him my story and he offered to take me to Fantasy Island where he raised me and gave me my job." "Sounds like he's quite the charitable fellow," said Jeffrey.