*From inside the Cole family home... A young boy, about only a year older than his sister, emerges to greet her welcomed visit. The dark brown hair swirling around his head caught in a vortex of wind, his brownish eyes magically shifting to clear limpet blue upon finding his sister coming home for the weekend. The same uniform adorns his frame, though the green and black school jacket sports a few added fringes of batwinged flares around the sleeves. His belted blackened jeans hold a myriad of trinkets and doodads in their pockets, while his feet rest comfortably in a pair of black ash penny loafers as he never really learned to tie shoelaces when in his younger days. Though nervous about tattoos, he does hide a matching scar on his left arm concealed by the folds of his shirt and jacket. When Christy went to sea and adopted her secret life, her brother snuck along. Well, someone had to make sure she stayed alive. And because of the bond the two shared, her tattoo was magically matched on her brother's body, forever linking the two in their piratical pact.
Adam: Christy! Sis! Hey, it's good to finally get you here. Come on in and we can get to finding that you know what you've been searching for these last few months.