Dewey stopped at the side of the road. He got out of the car and stretched after a long journey. He looked at the large plaque beneath an even larger tree and read the inscription:

"Welcome to Beaklongs"

Dewey squeezed the scarf that was tied around his neck and adjusted his brown jacket. He stood next to the car to be able to enjoy the picturesque landscape.

The Beaklong area was definitely the most beautiful and peaceful, although the city was quite close to Duckberg. Dewey, however, was not very long in both places. He lived in the pilots' school at the other end of the continent.

Although he lived there altogether, it was too much said. The school was rather its base and returned there when he was tired of traveling by plane, and this happened very rarely. He just kept his own plane and some things. For a few years he had a lifetime pilot license, which he won for his great flying abilities.

He visited his brothers rarely, almost at all. Just like Scroogeus, Uncle Donald and Della, his mother. Lack of time didn't affect it, just the opposite.

He had too much time. Just years spent away from family and friends greatly weakened his sense of belonging to the family. Relationships faded a bit, and his and his brothers' path was completely different, which meant that none of them was in a hurry to even write a letter or call. Recently, however, Dewey began to feel emptiness and even long flights did not give him such joy as he once was.

He saw his family for the last time at the opening of the McDuck's History Museum, owned by Webby Vanderquack, his best childhood friend. The opening took place two years ago and since then he completely had no idea what was going on at his family. In the end, he decided to visit Webby in Beaklongs, where the museum was located. He felt stupid that he did not even call the brothers or Uncle Donald himself. But he thought that if he could renew his relationship with Webby, she would help him with the rest of the family.

Dewey was a little bit different than when he was a child. Family and friendship ceased to be the most important for him, and he wanted to devote his entire life to flying. His character, however, was almost the same. He was still quite positive and inquisitive. Now, although he breathed in fresh air, he felt a great deal of stress.

Once again he took a deep breath and got into the car. He lit the engine and went on to the McDuck's History Museum.