A map. He looked down at it and tapped a few more buttons. It yieled another person's journal, and then another. And... interesting. He'd have to see who else he 'knew' here as it appeared someone he knew might be here.

"...ah. Here." the Corinthian said outloud as he scrolled down the map's page. Odd, very odd, this Paixao. What was here besides some buildings? It was an island, and he wondered what kept people here. Business? Or something else. Ah, no matter.