Captain – Chapter 328 – We’ll Deal With It When We Meet It

Reality proved Richi’s guess correct.

After an extremely brief time, all the surging fog had passed, left behind by the Death Silence, growing increasingly distant.

Thus the vision gradually cleared, and the scene beyond the mist became suddenly distinct.

It was indeed a whirlpool, but its coverage was so vast that it likely exceeded the area of a giant city. Its center sank downward, and at a glance one could only see profound blackness, like ink, more like a boundless abyss.

Countless lightning flashes ignited within and around the whirlpool, extinguished, then lit again… endlessly, vanishing in an instant, like countless moths, though not drawn to fire but plunging toward the deepest night.

The Mermaid was not far ahead.

Though its speed had slowed somewhat due to the wind direction and currents, its forward momentum remained steady, advancing toward the center of the whirlpool, as if sliding down the sloping walls of the abyss.

The mermaid was the daughter of the sea and would not suffer its wrath.

But those uninvited guests might not be so fortunate.

His clear blood-red eyes illuminated by lightning, Richi watched the flash that suddenly appeared ahead, striking less than a hundred meters from the Death Silence. Feeling the destructive essence contained within, capable of destroying eternal life, the unease in his heart grew stronger.

This was clearly the devil’s doing, but what truly made him feel grave wasn’t this city-sized whirlpool, or the oddly careless, aimless strange lightning, but rather the scent of trickery emanating from it all.

Yes, trickery.

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As a pirate, he understood the wickedness and shamelessness of his peers all too well, knowing that often the most friendly and agreeable fellows were the most likely to be deeply calculating villains, constantly seeking to take your life. This principle applied to people and situations alike.

The more peaceful the scene appeared, the more likely it concealed deadly intent.

The Pirate King, though not all-knowing like the Lady, was unmatched in scheming. In controlling the big picture and manipulating conspiracies, throughout all known history, nobody could rival him—not even deities transcending the world.

Because he was the world’s greatest, and also most despicable, man.

He could lead the world against gods for the peace of all, yet could also betray everyone betrayable to become a devil, even personally sending relatives and most trusted crew members to hell, or worse, to a fate worse than death.

The ghost fleet outside Devil’s Island and the Drowned Captain wandering the Cursed Sea were the most indisputable evidence.

How could such a being merely set up an empty framework?

Richi gazed into the distance from his high position, looking at that still brilliantly stable path of light binding the Mermaid and Death Silence together, growing increasingly certain of his thoughts.

For the Death Silence with the Lady’s divine blessing, such a whirlpool was no more than flat ground, and lightning falling from the sky couldn’t touch it. So in his view, this was merely an empty facade.

But just as he thought, since the fog wall had collapsed and the gate to Satin Island opened, that fleeing mermaid, or rather that girl, must have received some kind of invisible proof, like an imperial transit document.

Those recognized and bearing proof were chosen by the devil and allowed passage, but all later arrivals would likely be seen as threats.

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And would be eliminated without mercy.

As the lightning vanished, Richi’s thoughts ceased.

He looked at that familiar warship hundreds of meters away, a flash of regret passing through his eyes. Whether it was because he had to give up such a good opportunity for pursuit, or some more secret thought, was unclear.

“Furl the sails, prepare to submerge.”

His hoarse voice was not loud, even more subdued and muffled amidst the howling wind and rain, but driven by some mysterious power, it spread across the deck, accurately reaching the ears of all the water ghosts, and even their hearts, becoming an irresistible command.

At this, whether those slow-minded, muddled water ghosts, or the sharp ones among them like Longfellow who possessed independent consciousness and naturally despised the young man, all involuntarily began to move, executing his words to the letter.

But just as the water ghosts were either climbing the masts, lifting the iron anchor, or preparing to open the wooden hatches in the hold to let in water, their movements suddenly froze.

“Thud.”

Accompanied by a low, muffled sound and the dense sound of countless water droplets hitting the deck, a completely soaked figure leaped over the stern railing, landing on the deck of the Death Silence, appearing like a ghost without warning, then issuing an eerie command.

“Continue forward.”

Hearing that voice, the rigid faces of the water ghosts and their lifeless eyes suddenly filled with fervor. With passionate cheers, they tightened the sails and dropped the anchor. Thus, the Death Silence not only didn’t slow down but actually accelerated due to the sudden wind flow from behind.

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In just a moment, the distance between it and the Mermaid narrowed again, already entering the extreme lethal range of the cannons.

“Tap, tap.”

Unhurried footsteps traversed the deck, climbed the spiral staircase, and finally stopped at the bridge, beside that rotting helm.

Those eyes, also like a sea of blood, were incredibly cold, as if to pierce through and see through the silenced young man, reaching the deepest part of his soul.

Richi knew this was a questioning.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, the young man gazed back without courtesy, looking at that face which showed no change since her departure, with emotions just as flat and indifferent as before, and said softly: “I am the captain now. You shouldn’t, and have no right to question my decision.”

He possessed the authority bestowed by the Lady, able to command the water ghosts, determining their life or death with a thought. With the deity’s indication, logically, Vivian should not be able to stop his orders, no matter what. But the reality was exactly the opposite.

Now it seemed that the water ghosts’ fervor for that girl actually surpassed their reverence for the Lady, and even the threat of death couldn’t change their hearts.

Why was this?

“Why submerge?”

Vivian didn’t respond to the edge in the young man’s words, nor did she know his questions. She only asked coldly, exceptionally forceful.

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But Richi detected something amiss.

To be precise, there was a tiny fluctuation in the girl’s emotions.

If it were an ordinary person, it might just be an unremarkable change of thought, but the problem was that she wasn’t ordinary. She was a Blood Craver who had lived for hundreds of years and undergone horrific human modifications.

How could such a person harbor pointless emotions?

Richi pondered, searching for the answer, while explaining with a tone completely devoid of fluctuation: “That fog wall is a door, and beyond it is the red carpet laid by the devil to welcome his descendants. But for us, it’s no different from a mountain of knives or a sea of fire.”

“I have a bad feeling. Going further might lead to danger.”

The danger the young man spoke of was naturally not ordinary danger, but a tremendous power that could threaten his and Vivian’s lives, or even completely destroy the Death Silence.

Faced with this explanation, the girl only gave an extremely irresponsible response.

“Then we’ll deal with it when we meet it.”

Somewhat like an offended cat, uniquely stubborn.