Five days wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. The time passed quickly, and soon Charles, still wrapped in gauze, could slowly walk on the sand and bask in the sun by himself.
However, every time he came out, Charles always felt his first mate was looking at him in a strange way.
"Captain, that's completely normal. If someone wore the same outfit as me every day, I'd be pissed off too," Deep whispered as he handed Char some coconut water.
"Let's not talk about him. How are those matters I gave you coming along?" Charles asked, leaning against the shade of a tree.
"Ugh, Captain, give me a break! I'm really not cut out to be a Sheriff. Back when I was a beggar, I hated them more than anyone."
"If you don't know how, then learn. Didn't I find people to teach you? You're only seventeen, so what are you afraid of? If you fail, just try again. If you can't learn it in one year, try for two, then three. It's essential that Hope Island's key positions are filled by our own people."
