"Clearly," he said, his gaze lingering on the hook a moment longer, before he looked up to his brother's face again. So many changes there, a very different man in some ways, than the little brother he set sail with that morning.

However in the face was a message, clear as the skies on a calm day. He was exactly the same.

Liam reached up and patted his brother on the cheek, on the face that was both so different, and yet... not different in the least.

"Yes, come. Let us find a place to sit and talk of all that must be said, all that you wish to say, my brother."