There's no question -- it's definitely him. Young him, before the Eye got their hands on him. Wolfwood doesn't know whether to start swearing or fall to his knees in thanks

"Kid, we don't have the kind of time it'd take to explain what my problem is." His words are snide, but he can't hide the relief in his voice... or on his face, for that matter. For all his habitual surliness, Wolfwood really does have one lousy poker face. "Do you know where you are?"