Trafalgar grew even more confused.
The boy had said it plainly. He had seen him with his father a long time ago, and there had been another man standing beside him. Since hearing it, only one thought kept circling in Trafalgar's head.
'When? What moment is he talking about?'
He had no idea what the child meant. None at all. His mind searched on its own, dragging up scraps of memory, old scenes, anything that could give him even the smallest clue about what the boy had just said.
Nothing came.
At last, Trafalgar lowered his voice and asked, "When did you see me, and who was with me, kid?"
The boy pressed a finger to his mouth as if that might help him think. He took his time before answering, his brows pulling together with the effort.
