"Tsk." Charles leaned closer, carefully studying his reflection in the mirror.
He didn't look in mirrors often, and seeing his own face so suddenly felt completely unfamiliar.
Have I changed that much? I don't remember looking like this, Charles muttered to himself.
"So what did Mr. Charles look like before?"
"I can't remember too clearly, but I'm sure I didn't look this fierce," Charles said as he put his clothes back on.
After staring for a while, Charles turned to look at the gunner on the table. "Let's go, Lily. Come with me for a walk around the streets."
"Okay!" Lily nodded her little head excitedly.
The man and the mouse walked out of the Captain's Room and onto the deck of the Narwhal.
Standing on the deck and looking toward Hope Island, he saw that the once-crude thatched shelters had been rebuilt, now taller and wider.
