Hearing Charles' words, Lily rubbed her furry face against Charles' hand. "Well, in that case, I won't be mad at you anymore. I'll help you build your new home, Mr. Charles, but you have to promise not to pinch me again—it really hurts."
"I promise." Charles reached out and patted her on the head.
Just as Charles was comforting his gunner, a bandaged arm suddenly rested on his shoulder from the side. Only one person aboard the Narwhal dressed like this.
Charles turned slightly and looked at his first mate. Even though the bandages didn't say anything, Charles could feel his concern. "It's fine. Don't worry. I've survived all these years—such a small setback won't take me down."
"Can... you... tell me... about your... past...?" The bandages spoke slowly.
Charles looked at that bandaged face for a few seconds and then nodded. "Sure."
He stood up, his tone calm as he recounted how he came to this world.
