Carl furrows his brow and thinks hard as he grabs his head.
Mate, Emily fixed my brain the best she could, but there wasn't much she could do even with magic. A lot of stuff I should know I forgot when that rod hit my brain. Maybe I did get proper schooling and that injury just knocked it outta me, though I do recall that my father had some good connections with some Spanish officers. He might have gotten me the position. I do recall I started out as a cabin boy too, so perhaps I worked my way up. My memories are rather spotty mate, so I really can't explain how I got a position like that. Regardless its in the past. Im no longer fit to be a captain at this point, but I still am a hell of a fighter.