Julie released him, fetched a napkin, and wrapped it around the man's face.

Her intention wasn't to be gentle; rather, she was driven by curiosity about his features and any possible clues. However, the boy interpreted her actions in a different light.

In truth, he couldn't recall the last time someone had shown him any form of care. That's why he looked at his rescuer with kindness in his eyes, before succumbing to sleep.

Upon reaching the ship's deck, Julie intended to inquire about the boy from Captain Macaster. However, the captain was nowhere to be found. "

“His own man had killed of him," one man told her.

***

Three days passed before the boy opened his eyes in an unfamiliar place. He was still on a ship, but it was a completely different environment

Julie's vessels were new; the scent of fresh wood permeated the air. Windows were abundant, and although there were still deck rats, the area was as clean as possible. Food was regularly provided.

After waking up, the boy remained silent, and it took a week before his savior, Captain Julie, visited him

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It was a Sunday morning when a voice resounded outside.

"Captain is here!"

"How is the boy?" inquired a familiar voice, causing the young fellow to jolt in alertness.

"He's doing well, Captain, although he seems to have no memory and can barely speak," - replied another man dressed in white clothes, Doctor Russel. "He appears nothing more than a beast."

The men seemed enamored by Julie's presence.

Soon, the door opened, flooding the room with bright light and illuminating Julie's vibrant red hair.

"Leave us be, will ya?" Julie requested.

"Of course, Captain."

The door closed, and Julie approached the young man, who appeared to be around her age.

Although he still looked thin, his condition was undeniably better than before

"Ye can understand me, can't ya?" Julie said, still smiling.

Their eyes met, and he tentatively approached her, causing Julie to instinctively reach for her sword.

But he resembled nothing more than a frightened puppy in her eyes, prompting her to sigh and smile.

And so he grabbed her legs.

"So, that's how it's goin' ta be," she chuckled.

With a serious gaze, she uttered, "Let go of my leg, mate."

Yet he simply ignored her.

She attempted to move her foot, but he refused to release his grip.

"ah said let it go, button."

He continued to hold her leg but trembled with fear. In response, Julie dropped her hat, bent down to his level, their eyes met once more, and he finally released her leg.

Julie pushed him to the floor and left.

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes as he stretched his arms out towards her.

After all, she was his savior, and he had disappointed her.

Why wouldn't the world come to know when all he truly desired was to express his gratitude to his master?

His heart aches in anguish.