In the elevator descending to the ground floor of Hope Island, everyone stood in silence, allowing the red light next to the elevator door to jump upward section by section.
Everyone present was focused on the person quietly winding the bandage back on themselves, their minds occupied with various thoughts.
"How is it possible for one person to become another?"
"West has become the first mate? How do I deal with the money I owe him??"
"This weird stuff, even bragging in the dock bar wouldn't make anyone believe it, right? Maybe it's time to retire. If I go on, I might make money but not live to spend it."
Under the current circumstances, only Charles would speak, his expression quite complex as he looked at his first mate.
To be honest, though he had a life-saving bond with him, he had seen his face only a few times; over all this time, the bandage had more or less become his face.
After choosing his words carefully, Charles said, "Bandage, have all your memories come back?"
