Charles handed the human skin back to Bandage. "So, you're a mailman now. Will you still return to the Narwhal?"
"I want to come back... but... my mother doesn't want me to... I'll think about it..."
Hearing this, Charles felt a flicker of disappointment, but he put on an indifferent smile. "It's fine. I'll respect your decision, whether you come back or not. The Narwhal's crew has been replaced several times. People die, people retire. All the other positions have been filled at least once. Now, it's finally your turn, First Mate."
A stiff smile appeared on Bandage's young face. "Then I'll go... deliver the mail..."
"We have the telegraph now. Do people still write that many letters?"
"Telegrams... charge by the word... expensive..." After speaking, Bandage pedaled his bicycle toward the Island Heart.
