Oh, he's going to track down and murder every remaining trace of the Eye in this world, don't you ever worry about that, kiddo. They won't hurt anyone ever again.

That look of hopefulness, however small and brief, does something funny to Wolfwood's heart. Was he ever really this small? And this friendly?

C'mon, kid, let's walk.

"So how'd you get here from December? That's a long ways." And there aren't any sand steamers or buses or anything. He didn't walk all that way, did he?