Captain – Chapter 190 – A Fair Wind

Caine shifted his body slightly to avoid the raven’s collision, then reached out to catch the young dragon that was falling, nearly losing his balance due to its increasingly heavy weight.

This little creature, named Nidhogg after the dragon of despair in mythology by the Captain, was just as the scholar had predicted—its appetite was astonishingly large, requiring at least three people’s portions of fresh meat daily to be satisfied.

Correspondingly, its weight had multiplied several times in just these short ten-plus days, though its length hadn’t grown much.

“Both of you, stop messing around.”

Taking a deep breath, the young man placed the young dragon on the clean wooden floor while admonishing them sternly.

“Stop messing around! Stop messing around!”

The raven that had just rushed out the door flew back, landing on Caine’s shoulder and calling down to the young dragon with a tone of schadenfreude.

Whether it was a special individual like Alfie or all dragons having high intelligence, the young dragon had possessed wisdom similar to a human child since birth. Though it couldn’t speak, it could basically understand human language.

So after growling a few times as a threat, the young dragon walked away dejectedly, finding a dark corner to curl up in, watching the raven on Caine’s shoulder with vigilant eyes.

“You too, stop pecking at its head for no reason.”

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Caine grabbed the raven from his shoulder, looked at its bright, innocent little eyes, gave it a brief lecture, then tossed it into the air.

The freed raven flew to the perch in the reception room and began grooming its feathers, which had become somewhat disheveled during the earlier chase.

“Guests? What guests?”

At the same time, a languid voice came from inside the house.

Caine followed the voice to the reception room, saw books scattered all over the floor and the young woman leaning against a high-backed chair, listlessly flipping through an opera script. He sighed helplessly: “Captain, can you please stop throwing books everywhere? It’s very troublesome to clean up.”

“Oh, sorry, I suddenly realized I couldn’t quite remember some parts of this opera, so I took it out to refresh my memory. I didn’t expect it to be hidden so deep, which is why things got a bit messy. Looks like I’ll have to trouble you again.” There was no sign of awareness or intent to change in the Captain’s tone.

Looking at the thick script in Roy’s hand with “The Black Lotus and Wine” embossed in gold on it, Caine shook his head helplessly, knowing she didn’t actually enjoy opera as much as she pretended.

The Captain wasn’t willing to spend time understanding the spiritual core of each story, let alone feeling the emotions the writer poured into the script. She simply memorized some romantic and atmospheric monologues to increase her appeal to inexperienced young women, nothing more.

Understanding this point, Caine sighed lightly, bent down to start cleaning the room, and said: “Old John and his daughter are outside, planning to say goodbye to you.”

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“Oh?”

Hearing this, the young woman snapped the book shut and, ignoring the First Mate’s slightly twitching eye corner, casually threw the valuable rare edition to the ground, narrowing her eyes contentedly: “I thought this old fellow had already snuck away. Didn’t expect he still has some conscience. Alfie, go tell them to come in.”

The raven flapped its wings to deliver the message, and soon returned with the two guests.

“Long time no see, Miss Edith. You look as beautiful as ever today.”

Looking past the old sailor, Roy waved at the young woman in a light yellow dress behind him, smiling.

Curiously looking at this pirate captain whom she had only glimpsed once across the street, the young woman lifted her skirt slightly and curtseyed, responding timidly: “Thank you for your compliment, Captain Roy.”

This young woman, who appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen, still retaining some immaturity on her face but already extraordinarily beautiful—not at all inferior to the ice beauty of the Banshee’s Eye—was Old John’s daughter, Edith Davidson.

On that rainy night when the storm lifted all veils, this young woman had been escorted through the secret passage by Richi’s subordinates, heading to Old John’s planned escape route—a hidden river not far north of Yadris that provided access to the sea.

Unfortunately, several sailors loyal to the Butcher waited all night but never saw Old John. Instead, they encountered the fierce new crew members of the Mermaid led by Harriet.

The final outcome was self-evident.

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Upon learning of Captain Richi’s defeat, the sailors, who had lost all will to fight, surrendered after a brief resistance and chose to return to accept judgment from their original captain.

Of course, since these people were insignificant and their crimes were not serious, Roy had simply waved her hand and exiled them.

“My, it’s such a pity we’re meeting so late, Miss Edith. Why don’t you persuade your father to stay in Yadris? That way, I could not only look after your livelihood and ensure your safety, but we could also get to know each other better. Wouldn’t that be killing two birds with one stone?”

Seeing this, Roy smiled even more brightly, speaking like someone tempting a child with candy: “Besides, what’s wrong with Yadris? You’ve lived here for so many years and must be used to it by now. If you don’t like the noisy pirates and rogues in town, I could have someone build you a manor outside the city, to the same standards as mine. How about that?”

Clearly never having encountered such a situation before, Edith nervously pinched her dress as she listened to Roy’s enthusiastic persuasion. Though she wanted to refuse directly, she feared offending her.

This captain, although beautiful and seemingly approachable, was still a pirate who killed without blinking an eye.

From a young age, her father had told her many stories about the Golden-Eyed Devil, including this captain’s charming side, but also plenty about her cold and indifferent deeds.

For certain considerations, her father had more often warned her not to approach Roy, or even not to believe any of the captain’s nonsense.

Coughing unnaturally, Old John shielded his daughter behind him and said with a bitter smile: “Captain, please don’t set your sights on my daughter. She just turned fifteen a month ago.”

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With her view blocked by the sailor’s deeply wrinkled face, Roy pouted, showing dissatisfaction.

Just as Old John’s throat went dry, trying to think of something to ease the atmosphere, the Captain suddenly laughed lightly: “Alright, alright, I was just joking. It’s your fault for taking so long to come see me. I thought you had already run off and I’d never see you again.”

Hearing this, Old John sighed in relief and also laughed: “I had to come say goodbye. If it weren’t for you, Edith and I would probably be dead by now.”

“Let’s not talk about the past. You’ve also solved many problems for me, so let’s call it even. How about it, Old John? Have you chosen a destination? If you can’t find a suitable place, I can have Anderson arrange something for you.” Roy asked softly.

Unlike Caine, though the ship’s doctor had escaped his family using that absurd reason, he still received support and protection from the Anderson family. Writing a letter home to find a peaceful place for the two of them in the Federation would be a simple matter.

“No need to trouble the Captain. Although I’ve suffered quite a bit from the imperial military, I’m still an Auran person at heart. The destination I’ve chosen is the most remote corner of Auran. I believe I won’t cross paths with those fellows again.”

Old John shook his head and mentioned a place that startled both Roy and Caine: “I plan to go to Frans Island with Edith.”

Exchanging a glance with the First Mate who had stood up holding a pile of books, Roy smiled and said: “That is indeed a good place to spend your remaining years. Well then, Old John, Miss Edith…”

“Fair winds.”