"Madman?" Charles turned his head towards the direction of the voice.
His sailor West was just across the street with one older and one younger child, holding large and small parcels; they seemed to have come shopping.
Upon catching his captain's gaze, West became so startled that he almost couldn't hold his apple juice steady. He stepped in front of his brother, about to say something, when Charles had already rushed over.
He pushed West aside with his hand and crouched down to look at the boy of about seven or eight years old. "Have you seen me before?"
Seeing Charles's fierce expression, West's little brother shrank back towards his mother in fear.
Elena widened her eyes in the same manner, staring at the man in front of her.
At first, she too had thought her younger son had recognized the wrong person, but upon closer observation, the resemblance became uncanny.
The tattoos spreading from the neck to the face, the prosthetic on the left arm, and a scar on his face.
