"Madman?" Charles turned his head toward the voice.
His sailor, West, was across the street with his mother and younger brother. Judging by the large and small bags in their hands, they had been out shopping.
Upon catching his Captain's gaze, West was so startled that he nearly dropped his apple juice. He stepped in front of his brother, about to say something, but Charles had already rushed over.
He pushed West aside and crouched down to look at the seven- or eight-year-old boy. "Have you seen me before?"
Seeing Charles's fierce expression, West's little brother shrank behind his mother in fear.
Elena's eyes also widened as she stared at the man before her.
At first, she too thought her younger son had mistaken him for someone else, but upon closer observation, the resemblance became uncanny.
The tattoo that spread from his neck to his face, the Prosthetic on his left arm, and the scar on his face.
