Captain – Chapter 356 – The Solution

“What?”

After a brief silence, Anderson’s uncontrollable cry of surprise rang out in the room.

Then the wooden door opened.

At Roy’s silent signal, Caine pushed the ship’s doctor out the door to explain matters related to mermaids, though he would likely omit many details and truths. Whether this would earn him the evaluation of being “cryptic” remained to be seen.

Soon after, the Siren finished writing and handed the parchment back to Isaac.

As his eyes scanned the lines of text, the “Old Pirate’s” deep voice rose: “She says she came firstly to ask you what you meant by those words you said at the lighthouse, and secondly…”

His words paused. Isaac stared at the last line of ink, sighed softly, placed the parchment back on the table, and then looked at the curious Captain, saying quietly: “She has nowhere else to go, so she thought of coming to find you.”

Nowhere else to go.

Hearing these words, Roy was briefly stunned, her enthusiasm waning, followed by an inescapable melancholy.

She could feel the sadness hidden in this sentence.

Though she didn’t know what concept of home existed in the Siren’s eyes—whether it was a house, a cave, or the entire ocean—for the young woman beside her, it probably had little meaning now.

Is a home without people still a home?

Silently repeating this question, Roy couldn’t help but look at the Siren, only to meet her eyes, which reflected the warm color of the candlelight.

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It seemed she had been watching Roy for a long time after returning the parchment.

Meeting those beautiful eyes for a while, the Captain saw no emotions akin to despair or numbness, only a hint of curiosity, which made her feel somewhat better… despite having previously witnessed the other’s sadness.

With a gentle smile, Roy began recounting what she had said during their first meeting. Though not word for word, the essence remained unchanged.

Whether it was her wish for sincere conversation, offering freedom, or even the promise to help her settle accounts with the devil, she concealed nothing.

At the time, those were merely excuses to comfort her. But now…

They seemed about to come true.

Just like a fairy tale.

The candle flickered gently as the Captain’s pleasant voice slowly spread, like spring breezes falling on the Siren’s ears and into the “Old Pirate’s” heart, perhaps bringing slight surprise followed by gentleness, or transforming into a smile of gratification.

After an unknown time, Roy finished speaking.

Sensing the atmosphere, Alfie, like an official inspector, gave a low cry to indicate that the Captain “was not lying.”

Who would doubt an upright, honest raven?

“So, I’m very glad you came. If you’re willing, you can stay on the Mermaid temporarily, for as long as you wish.”

The Captain spoke with utmost sincerity.

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She understood that when facing an alert, intelligent being like the Siren, if she truly wanted to gain her trust and help, the best approach was to speak sincerely, laying everything on the table without the slightest pretense.

Sirens love life and are benevolent to all beings, but that doesn’t mean they can’t feel aversion.

They dislike gunpowder, bloodshed, war, and killing, instinctively staying away from such things. But what they cannot tolerate are deceivers.

For this reason, after extending the invitation, Roy blurted out their destination, the predicament facing the Mermaid, and the help she hoped to receive, which Isaac then translated to the Siren.

She had never given such trust to outsiders, whether to Black Raven who made no attempt to hide his goodwill, or to Isaac who had revealed his identity and stated his position.

Though they had agreed to cooperate, she still maintained some vigilance.

After all, such calculating, extraordinary figures had intentions that were difficult to fathom. They might potentially deviate from her will due to their own ideals.

But the Siren was different.

Such a noble being, who utterly detested deceit and betrayal, would hardly engage in such things herself. At most, if unwilling, she would simply leave rather than cause harm.

After hearing Isaac’s translation, the Siren couldn’t help but furrow her brow, clearly displeased with the impending battle and struggle, thus feeling conflicted.

For a long time, no sound was heard in the room.

Finally, seemingly having made a decision, the Siren’s furrowed pale eyebrows gradually relaxed, her expression returning to calm and peaceful. Then she gently nodded.

This was agreement.

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Roy finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the raven on her shoulder called out “Welcome, welcome.”

Isaac maintained his customary calmness, unsurprised by this outcome, as if everything had been arranged and propelled by him.

This wasn’t impossible.

Although Roy was within the chess game, even used as a killing piece by the devil against the Lady, she still lacked the qualification to sit and move pieces.

But Isaac had this qualification.

Compared to the Captain, this seemingly amiable but truly remarkable “Old Pirate” was the real variable in the chess game. No, more accurately, he was the third chess player hidden in the shadows of deity and devil.

Edward had countless hidden pieces, the Lady created the Death Silence and constructed the game over a hundred years—how could First Mate Isaac possibly be unprepared?

“Then welcome. I’ll have someone arrange accommodations for you later.”

Roy smiled and extended her hand, hoping to shake hands as after a successful negotiation, looking forward to a “pleasant cooperation.”

The Siren reached out and gently shook her hand, then turned to look at Isaac.

Roy blinked, and after reacting, sighed somewhat dejectedly.

The “Old Pirate” was startled briefly, then realized this meant he needed to translate. He also smiled wryly, shook his head, and said a few words in ancient Auran.

“This isn’t a solution either.”

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As this unusual conversation was ending, the wooden door happened to open. Caine and the ship’s doctor entered one after another, just in time to hear the Captain’s sigh and complaint.

“Having me translate all the time is indeed too troublesome and impractical.”

After thinking for a moment, Isaac said seriously to Roy: “So, Captain, think of a way to solve this problem.”

“If I could come up with a solution, I wouldn’t have come to you.”

Roy had a “don’t look at me, I can’t help” expression as she said with deep grievance: “The sea is vast, and we’re almost in the uninhabited far north. Where can we find another translator? Besides, those in the world who understand ancient Auran…”

The “Old Pirate” raised his hand, and the Captain fell silent.

But from the young woman’s expression, she was clearly expressing the idea that “the capable should do more,” hoping this elder could work harder.

“I didn’t agree to that.”

Seeing this, Isaac smiled and said: “I just thought of a solution.”

Hearing this, Roy immediately became interested: “What solution?”

“It’s very simple. Since you can’t find someone who knows ancient Auran, and probably can’t learn it well in a short time, why…”

“Not just teach her the current language?”