Five days were neither too long nor too short. They passed by in the blink of an eye. Charles could now gingerly stroll on the pristine white sand and bask in the warmth of the sun's glow, albeit still wrapped in layers of gauze.0

But every time he ventured out to the beach, Charles felt the strange, scrutinizing gaze of his First Mate. 3

"Captain, that's normal. If someone were to dress up in the same attire as me daily, I'd be pretty peeved too," Dipp whispered to Charles as he handed the latter a cup of fresh coconut drink.1

"Never mind him. How are things progressing on your end?" Charles asked as he rested against a tree trunk and under its shade.0

"Sigh, Captain, spare me, please. I'm really not cut out to be a police officer. When I was a beggar, they were like the bane of my existence."0

"Just learn. Didn't I provide you with a couple of mentors? You're only seventeen; what's...0