Captain – Chapter 181 – Lady Annisdora

Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Rebuilding damaged structures, tallying the losses suffered by residents, dispersing ordinary prisoners, and for those traitors and mortal enemies—exiling those who should be exiled, executing those who should be executed.

Beyond this, there was also the expansion of the Captains’ Covenant, the redistribution of power in the council hall, announcing Captain Roy’s return to the outside world to restore credibility and trade routes…

Though there were countless tasks to be done, for the better part of the day since landing, Roy had done nothing but add a thin silk lining to her clothes, eat several meals of the diet prescribed by the ship’s doctor under the First Mate’s supervision (and have another big argument with him about it), and then just sit daydreaming in the lively hall of the Banshee’s Eye.

After Caine had efficiently promoted a batch of powerful figures based on merit and his own assessment, assigning all tasks and responsibilities, the captain suddenly found she had nothing to do, or rather, her involvement in anything would only cause trouble.

Of course, the girl didn’t feel any emptiness because of this. On the contrary, she was more than happy to be a hands-off boss.

Except for determining the pursuit of goals and directly confronting enemies when necessary, she only cared about eating, drinking, and enjoying herself, while pushing all the complicated affairs onto her subordinates.

This had always been the true picture of Roy’s past on the Mermaid. The only difference now was that someone actively took over the work, without her needing to use threats or inducements.

However, after roughly hearing from the raven about everything that had happened after she passed out, Roy had many questions she wanted to ask her First Mate. But now he was off representing her in a meeting with several captains who had arrived after hearing the news, and she didn’t know when he would return.

Knowing about that thrilling war but ignorant of all its details irritated the always-curious girl, making her feel like a cat scratching at her heart.

Squeezing the crystal glass and feeling the cold sensation in her palm, Roy sighed softly, downed the half glass of water in one gulp, then stood up and walked toward the curtained door.

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“Where are we going, Captain?”

Hearing the movement, the raven, which had been standing on the windowsill observing the various pedestrians, turned its head, fluttered its wings and returned to her shoulder, softly asking.

“Back to the Mermaid to grab some Fighting Squad member and ask about what happened, and then to have a chat with that fellow Bivis.”

Just as she spoke, Roy reached the curtained door. As she was about to push it open, someone lifted it from the other side.

She was greeted by those sea-calm azure eyes.

After a slight pause, looking at the young man who seemed to have timed his arrival perfectly, Roy remembered the unappetizing “nutritious meal” placed before her not long ago and their unresolved argument. Her curiosity was instantly extinguished like a bucket of cold water had been poured on it, disappearing without a trace.

With a cold face, Roy shifted her gaze from the First Mate’s face, turning slightly to pass by him.

Equally surprised, Caine reacted and grabbed her wrist: “Captain, where are you going?”

Forcefully pulling her hand away, Roy walked toward the corridor without looking back: “None of your business.”

Looking at his rejected hand, Caine smiled bitterly and helplessly, then quickly followed.

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They left the Banshee’s Eye under the watchful eyes of attendants and maids, walking along the once-again bustling Horn of Plenty toward the port.

Feeling the cool evening sea breeze and looking at the girl’s still-pale profile, the First Mate tried several times to say something, but remembering her mockery of his “motherly concern” in the captain’s quarters and her obviously still-angry demeanor, he finally just sighed silently, saying nothing.

After glancing between the two for a moment, Alfie seemed completely unsurprised by this scene. It pretended to cough lightly, as if instructing: “Mr. First Mate, the Captain wants to know the details of the battle.”

Hearing this, Roy’s mouth twitched, but she neither scolded the raven nor explained further.

Seeing this, Caine immediately understood. He suppressed a smile and said in a deliberately formal voice: “There have been so many things to deal with lately, I didn’t realize I’d forgotten to report the situation to you. This is my negligence.”

Seeing the First Mate yield, the girl stepped down from her high horse as well. She asked indifferently: “You indeed have many things to arrange, which is understandable. So tell me, what was the specific situation of the battle with the Constantine?”

Speaking of official business, Caine naturally recalled his conversation with the Black Emperor and the witch who might pose a threat to the Mermaid, his expression gradually becoming stern.

The First Mate first told the girl about his and Victor’s plan against the Constantine. When he mentioned how the marksman shot down the Orca’s flag with two shots, Roy was slightly moved, obviously recalling her fierce confrontation with the one-eyed captain long ago.

And when Caine described how the majestic giant ship fell into the trap, almost completely destroyed under the dual firepower of the Mermaid and the Orca, even the battle-hardened Golden-Eyed Devil couldn’t help but show admiration, praising the bold plan of the First Mate and Victor.

“They say they’ve parted ways and become enemies, but when it comes to the critical moment, they still can’t let go of each other, can they?”

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At this point, Roy’s tone suddenly deepened: “Though with Rex’s temperament, it’s indeed unrealistic to expect him to stay peacefully by his son’s side. But all things considered, he’s at least a responsible father, unlike my dead old man.”

“If he’s still alive, if… I could see him once, that would be good.”

Hearing the girl’s somewhat downcast words, Caine sighed silently. But when he wanted to say something to comfort her, he was choked by her next sentence, not knowing how to react.

“Then I could sink his ship and beat him up severely, let him know the price of abandoning his wife and child to enjoy himself. If he’s really alive, he’d better pray not to run into me.”

Roy cracked her knuckles with a crisp sound, muttering with a gloomy face.

Who was the captain’s father? He was the man who, leading a group of pirate captains, shattered his own father—Governor Naren’s vision of completely controlling the Eastern Seas.

Mentioning such a remarkable figure, and as that captain’s own child, Roy showed not the slightest admiration, but rather gritted her teeth wanting to beat him badly. Her thinking indeed couldn’t be deduced by common sense.

With this thought, Caine changed the subject, shifting the girl’s attention away from the “father-son bond” in various senses: “After that, the crew boarded the Constantine, quickly suppressing the surviving enemies, and then I followed your instructions to find Solomon.”

As expected, Roy’s attention was drawn by this name. She turned to look at the young man, her words showing concern: “How was it? Did the battle go smoothly?”

In naval warfare, the Black Emperor was a worthy opponent, but in close combat, except for his six well-crafted flintlock pistols, he posed no threat at all.

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Of course, that was from Roy’s perspective.

While Caine’s physical abilities were sufficient to overpower the aging captain, his combat experience was too limited. Facing the cunning Solomon head-on would almost certainly put him at a disadvantage, which was why she asked.

“The battle was surprisingly smooth, or rather, Solomon had little intention of fighting me. He only kept trying to persuade me, attempting to convince me to replace you and become the Mermaid’s new captain.”

Hearing Caine’s answer, Roy looked at the approaching square and chuckled: “This old fox indeed isn’t easy to give up. He’s actually set his sights on you. But even if he had succeeded, with just the two of you, you couldn’t possibly…”

The girl’s words suddenly halted.

The smile on her face gradually faded as she narrowed her eyes, her dark golden pupils flashing coldly: “Damn it, what other cards does this old man have up his sleeve?”

“A witch, a genuine witch. That was a secret he kept deeply hidden. And from Solomon’s description of her, I think this witch might have an even more terrifying identity. She could very well be…”

Caine instinctively lowered his voice, as if worried his words might be carried by the sea breeze into the ears of that mysterious lady he had never met.

“Lady Annisdora.”