I realize that the story has not been written nor am I the one to write it (no talent in writing fiction) but I have entertained myself all day with an image of Tom being picked up by a freighter in the Irish Sea that's bound for Australia. He pays his way by swabbing decks, cleaning whatever needs to be cleaned and cooking. He broods while crossing the Atlantic, broods while crossing the Suez Channel, chases the Somali pirates off with the power of his brooding (they think he has some sort of plague!), broods while sailing the Indian Sea and wafts ashore at Darwin (after brooding his way through several ports along the way). The flespots of Bombay had no power against his brood. Bangkok (Or whatever the port city is in Thailand) - the same. Singapore's delights wilt before the power of The Brood. Only Australian cattle are impervious.
Do you suppose the sight of Jackman's naked torso would lift the brood somewhat?