Captain – Chapter 133 – Bone Harbor Bay

The sea chart of the waters surrounding the Southern Islands was spread out on the long table, laid before each meeting participant.

“In Old John’s letter, he said Roy asked him to find an excuse to lure us back, so he could board the Mermaid again,” Richi said, rotating the dagger in his hand while keeping his eyelids half-lowered as he spoke.

Hearing the young man directly use that person’s name, those who had been his former subordinates revealed a hint of unease in their eyes.

Although they were now irreconcilably opposed to the Golden-Eyed Devil, the deep impression that captain had left on their hearts was still difficult to erase.

“Is there more intelligence, such as his plans after boarding, or his arrangements in Yadris?”

After his earlier declaration that sounded like a vow of determination, Cassius had regained his composure, but his face lacked its usual restrained smile. Instead, it was as if frozen by frost and snow, showing no expression at all.

If in the past, when Roy commanded the Mermaid, Richi had been the sharpest knife and Old John the keenest eye, then Cassius Peters was the strongest mind.

“No plans, no arrangements…”

The young man raised his eyes to look at the First Mate and said flatly, “Nothing at all.”

“Does he think that just by returning to the ship, everything will dance to his will again? This arrogant and conceited attitude is truly unchanged from the past,” the First Mate said with a cold smile.

“Cassius, never underestimate him. If he dares to come alone, then he certainly has something to rely on.”

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The captain shook his head slightly, his gorgeous yet terrifying blood-red eyes scanning across the face of each participant.

“He may believe that as long as the news of his survival reaches the Mermaid, as long as he appears before us, there will definitely be people standing behind him again…”

The young man’s gaze finally rested on Victor, who had been keeping his head slightly lowered since the meeting began. “But I hope he is wrong.”

If it had been anyone else in the meeting room feeling the captain’s emotionless gaze, they would certainly have been unable to maintain composure and would have immediately stood up to declare their loyalty. But this sniper did not.

He still kept his head lowered, saying nothing.

The meeting room fell into silence.

After a long while, Richi slowly shifted his gaze back, looking at the area on the sea chart symbolizing Yadris, and said softly, “We must return to Yadris, but the timing of our return, the landing point, and… the plan against him, will all be determined after Old John provides detailed intelligence.”

“But before that, we need to visit someone first.”

The captain gripped the dagger handle with a “snap” and forcefully stabbed it into the sea chart, the blade penetrating deep into the table.

The sea chart before everyone had marked many locations with blood-red lettering. These were famous or unnamed territories, marked through various channels or from personal voyages and eyewitness accounts—secret places rarely known to others.

At this moment, where the dagger had pierced, there was a cross drawn in red ink, with a lifelike skull illustration beside it.

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Below the skull illustration was a small line of text—Bone Harbor Bay.

The young man raised his chin slightly, his voice hoarse and eerie.

“Solomon Diggs.”

Bone Harbor Bay was known for its countless stone pillars jutting out of the sea, curved like bones. Before those sharp stone pillars, even naval warships with their hardened hulls would be punctured.

And once pierced by a stone pillar, a ship would be like a fish caught on an iron hook. No matter how much it struggled, it could not escape its fate of sinking to the bottom of the sea.

So although Bone Harbor Bay was a well-known shortcut to the depths of the Southern Islands, due to its dangers and the legends of treasure hunters hiding within it to attack ships, this sea route had gradually been abandoned, becoming only a topic of conversation during leisure time.

But what people could never imagine was that in the depths of this extremely dangerous bay that struck fear into people’s hearts, behind an entrance heavily concealed by countless vines, there was a massive port, and behind the port, a luxurious palace.

The palace wasn’t home to the notorious treasure hunters, but to pirates even more dangerous than those treasure hunters—namely…

The Black Emperor and his subordinates.

The skull illustration depicted on the Mermaid’s sea chart didn’t refer to this well-known bay, but to the splendid hall filled with gold, silver, jewels, fine wine, and food belonging to Captain Solomon.

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In the not-so-distant past, even Richi didn’t know that in Bone Harbor Bay, just a few hundred sea miles from Yadris, there was such a hidden treasure cave. Their former enemy’s ability to disappear right under their noses was all thanks to this secret location.

But now everything was different.

The Black Emperor had become the Mermaid’s most powerful ally, while the Golden-Eyed Devil had become their greatest enemy.

After dozens of days and nights of non-stop sailing, as dusk fell and stars and the silver moon climbed into the night sky, the Mermaid finally arrived at the entrance of Bone Harbor Bay. There, small boats carrying the Constantine’s crew were already waiting quietly.

On several narrow sailboats, pirates held bright torches, guiding the Mermaid on the route ahead.

The young man in the blood-red coat stood at the bow, gazing at the distant lights moving in the pitch-black bay, waiting silently and patiently.

Cassius stood beside the captain, reporting in a low voice, “According to the sailors who negotiated with those people, it will take about three hours from here to reach their base. Would you like to…”

“No need.”

In the shadows cast by the stone pillars, the First Mate couldn’t see the young man’s expression, but it was probably no different from usual. This young captain rarely showed any emotion other than coldness and indifference.

Seeing that Richi had no intention of returning to the captain’s cabin, Cassius stopped trying to persuade him and stood quietly behind him, like a shadow.

After a long time, the young man’s slightly hoarse voice sounded again: “Get me a bottle of wine.”

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The First Mate was slightly surprised, then called over a sailor: “Go to the storeroom and bring a bottle of wine.”

The sailor looked at the captain’s back with reverence, then asked Cassius, “First Mate, what kind of wine?”

The Mermaid was no ordinary pirate ship, especially after Richi took over and conducted many highly profitable raids. The standard of food and drink on board had improved by several levels, with the storeroom filled with various delicacies and fine wines for the crew to enjoy.

Cassius looked at the young man’s thin back, hesitated for a moment, and then instructed in a low voice, “Just bring a bottle of black rum.”

Soon, the wine was delivered to the captain’s hand.

The young man pulled out the wooden cork, casually threw it into the water, tilted his head back for several large gulps, and then began to cough violently.

Feeling the warmth from the alcohol, Richi’s somewhat pale face finally gained some color. He wiped away the wine from the corner of his mouth and gazed at the stone pillars in the night that resembled the claws of a legendary demon. His clear blood-red eyes showed a hint of confusion.

It might have been the intoxication, or perhaps bewilderment about the unknown path ahead.

“Cassius, do you think… we can really win?”

Translator Note

Damn, how hard did Roy traumatized them to the point where they lack the confidence to confront what is presumably a Captain, robbed off his finest ship and mates.