When the man in the eyepatch sat across from him, Henry wondered if it was possible for the pirate's accomplice aboard the ship—if, indeed, there was one—to be so obvious. The man looked like he'd spent a great deal of time outside. His skin showed the ruddiness of sun exposure with a lighter line along his scalp where a hat would have presumably kept the sun off his face. His scar was also darker than the rest of his face, not lighter, indicating its recency and sun exposure. And the fact it ended in an eyepatch…
No, that couldn't be him. Still, it wouldn't hurt to check.
"Good afternoon, Monsieur," Henry said in French and lowered his paper.
Surprise flickered over the man's face to be replaced by a look of recognition, then that was swept away by a cautious scowl. Still, he said in a
