In the elevator ascending to the island's surface, everyone stood in silence. A red indicator light beside the doors ticked upward, one level at a time.
Everyone's attention was fixed on Bandage, who was quietly re-wrapping his bandages. Their minds churned with various thoughts.
How is it possible for one person to become another?
West became the first mate? Then what about the money I owe him?
Something this bizarre... no one would believe it even if you spun it as a tall tale in a dockside bar, right? Maybe I should just retire. If this keeps up, I might earn a fortune but won't live long enough to spend it.
In this situation, only Charles would dare to speak. He looked at his first mate with a complex expression.
To be honest, despite their life-and-death bond, he had only seen the man's face a few times. After so long, the bandages had practically become his face.
After choosing his words carefully, Charles spoke. "Bandage, have all your memories returned?"
