Captain – Chapter 151 – One-Eyed Captain

The dark silhouette darted over the treetops, weaving through the wet branches and leaves.

After ten minutes of flying at full speed, passing through a section of intricate crisscrossing branches, the raven finally emerged from the dense forest and arrived above the vast square behind the port.

At this time, the square was incredibly crowded and noisy. To escape the dangerous cannon fire, people from Horn of Plenty, the residential areas, and private estates were rushing toward the port.

Merchants and sailors had already returned to their ships. These people, whether doing business or seeking pleasure, had never longed for ships and the ocean as much as now. Those settled on the island gathered in clusters according to their social circles, their faces filled with fear and unease.

Snow Lion personally leading troops to attack the council hall—this was no longer just a conflict between captains, but had escalated to a bloody battle between two factions of Yadris.

The old captain’s actions were surely meant to force the Blood-Eyed Butcher to provide answers—the real answers about Captain Roy’s death at sea!

People weren’t fools, especially the pirates living in this city of freedom and the residents who daily interacted with these ruthless killers. They might be illiterate, but their intuition about wealth, gunpowder, and schemes was quite keen.

The Golden-Eyed Devil, who had destroyed countless imperial warships and left the Auran military helpless, had died so simply and neatly in that disaster. Those loyal to him had also conveniently gone to hell together. And on the hull of the Mermaid, which had once faced pursuit by the Empire’s First Fleet, there wasn’t even the slightest trace of cannon fire.

All sorts of rumors and speculations had long spread across the island, but due to Captain Richi’s bloody suppression, no one dared mention them again.

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Now, Captain Diamond had lifted that dark curtain, wanting to expose the truth before everyone’s eyes. What measures would Captain Richi take to quell this wave? No one knew the answer, but undoubtedly, it would add frost to the already injured Yadris.

The raven’s gaze swept across the square, confirming that the person she was looking for wasn’t there, and then continued flapping her wings toward the chaotic Horn of Plenty.

After flying for a moment, Alfie folded her wings and landed on a roof eave. Her small eyes, shining in the night, pierced through the crowd and fell upon two suspicious figures.

One was a man wearing a tricorn hat and a blood-colored coat, and the other was a burly man with a fierce look, clearly skilled in combat. At a time when everyone was rushing outward, these two were pushing through the crowd, chatting and laughing as they headed deeper into Horn of Plenty.

After some time, the surging crowd finally thinned. Soon, in the previously shoulder-to-shoulder Horn of Plenty, only the two advancing men remained.

After walking some distance further, the two stopped, leaning against a wooden furniture shop. The captain tilted his head back for a swig of liquor and cursed: “Damn it, that what’s-it-called, uh, what eyeball tavern really is on this street? Are you sure you didn’t get it wrong?”

Laurent’s expression turned ugly: “Captain, it’s called the Banshee’s Eye. And I’m your bodyguard, not a tour guide. In the past, which of our shipmates dared come to Yadris, let alone visit a tavern owned by Captain Roy’s lover? Wouldn’t that be purely seeking death?”

Scratching his tricorn hat in annoyance, the captain sighed deeply: “What a mess. Why did I think of finding her? That woman nearly took my head off last time!”

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As he spoke, the captain’s gaze wandered aimlessly, as if trying to find some clues in the deep rain curtain.

But when his gaze passed over a certain eave ahead, his attention was drawn to a raven quietly watching him, sinister like a messenger sent by Death itself.

“Oh.”

The captain exclaimed in surprise and smiled, beckoning to Alfie: “Come here, good child.”

Having confirmed this captain’s identity, the raven flapped her wings and nimbly flew to his shoulder. Looking at that fierce face, she spoke coldly: “You owe the Captain a life!”

“Yes, I owe her a life. Isn’t that why I’ve come to repay it?”

The captain spread his hands, smiling: “So lead the way, my little guide.”

The bronze clock continued to tick sluggishly, its hour hand pointing unhurriedly toward “eleven.”

Placing the crystal glass back on the table, Caine once again cast his gaze toward the clock. During this time, he had done this countless times.

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Almost four hours had passed since the end of the power struggle. Though Yadris was still filled with fear and chaos, he had already arranged for people to go everywhere to pacify and to announce the news of Captain Roy’s return. He believed that before midnight, the situation would be under control.

The only problem now was that there was still no news from the young woman.

Sighing softly, Caine withdrew his gaze, his hand gripping the wine glass tightening. Although Cecilia had told him to remain hopeful and wait patiently, as time passed, the worry in his heart rose like a tide, impossible to suppress.

Everything seemed like a replay of that disaster. He was like an outsider, unable to save the situation no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t imagine if he were to endure that heart-wrenching pain again, whether he could contain the crazy hatred in his heart.

That hatred was like a vengeful ghost, which had been soothed by that conversation woven with starlight and lyre sounds, but now crawled up again, whispering in his ear over and over, over and over…

“Stay calm, Mr. First Mate. It’s precisely at times like these that one must remain calm. This is what Captain Roy once taught me.”

Fair hands picked up the wine bottle, refilling the crystal glass halfway with wine. The proprietress’s cold and clear voice sounded in Caine’s ears, extinguishing the flames of irritation in his heart.

Caine took a deep breath, looking at the slightly rippling wine. Just as he was about to respond, he heard increasingly clear footsteps coming from behind the door curtain.

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His somewhat scattered pupils suddenly condensed, like a hawk’s, staring straight at the lifted curtain, at the two visitors he had never seen before, dripping with rain.

The Banshee’s Eye was now closed, with heavy guards at the main door. In such circumstances, those who could enter the hall so easily, apart from the three captains and their trusted confidants, could only be figures related to Captain Roy!

Caine’s gaze shifted slightly, his azure eyes gradually brightening. He saw the ever-vigilant raven and the messenger he had been waiting for so long.

With rugged steps, the captain approached the table, lifted his coat, and sat down.

He slammed his empty bottle forcefully on the table, his remaining right eye moving several times between the first mate and the proprietress, then laughed boldly: “It seems both of you have been waiting quite eagerly. So, beautiful lady, handsome sir, the news you wanted, I’ve brought to you. Also, allow me to introduce myself.”

“I am the One-Eyed Captain, master of the Orca…”

The one-eyed captain pressed his left chest, leaning forward slightly, his pale gray eye flashing with a ferocious light, like a cunning and fierce gray wolf.

“Rex Varen.”