Yi Lin exchanged a glance with Ruth.
They were at a loss for words.
Charlie?
The deckhand Charlie from the Queen?
How did he, after being out of sight for a few days, suddenly turn into the errand boy of a hidden underground tavern in London?
Although the Charlie in front of them, for some reason, had been beaten to a swollen face, hardly resembling his sleazy look from before, the tone and voice were unmistakably that of Charlie, without a doubt.
Yi Lin was the quickest to react, gently nudging Ruth and giving her a meaningful look.
Ruth instantly caught on.
At this moment, Yi Lin was not dressed as the "Skeleton Gentleman."
A few seconds later.
Ruth lowered her voice and asked, "Charlie? You survived too?"
Suddenly.
Poor Charlie's eyes widened, his bruised eye sockets limiting his vision, and for a moment, he didn't recognize the familiar chief mate in front of him.
