Captain – Chapter 365 – So Even You Have Such a Day

Unknowingly, Roy arrived at the stern of this deck.

Earlier, she had been walking aimlessly, looking around—seemingly confused about the unknown and avoiding it, but in reality, she was gathering information, trying to verify certain things.

During this time, she passed through the lively sailors’ quarters.

Bright lights illuminated the area, with various alcoholic drinks and delicious food covering tables and floors. Pirates shouted and yelled, either playing finger-guessing games while drinking or gambling with cards, engaged in a grand celebration.

And just like every time before, with her beauty and charm, she quickly became the focus of this revelry.

The Siamese cat in her arms spared her a lot of trouble.

Not only was her identity unquestioned, but due to certain assumptions, she received unanimous respect from the pirates, suppressing their lustful intentions and saving her from having to break anyone’s nose.

However, because of this, her initial interactions with them weren’t smooth.

At first, due to their assumptions, the pirates deliberately restrained themselves when facing her, putting on friendly appearances that made them look exactly like wolves in sheep’s clothing.

Reverence inevitably leads to distance.

This boisterous feast even experienced a brief awkward moment due to Roy’s arrival.

Fortunately, the situation soon improved.

When these pirates, carefully playing the roles of “good people” and “honest men,” discovered that this newcomer was more unrestrained than they were, could drink more, and was more of a pirate than they were, they naturally burst into noisy clamor again.

After a few rounds of finger-guessing games and a few glasses of wine, Roy quickly integrated into the pirate group, even becoming the center of the feast. Wherever she went, she was greeted with thunderous cheers.

Under these circumstances, trying to test or ask about certain things naturally became extremely simple.

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“It seems that although you’re fake, you’re also real.”

The young woman gently stroked the Siamese cat, murmuring words that seemed contradictory but actually weren’t.

The “fake” in her statement referred to the form of existence.

As she had deduced, these people, as well as the cat in her arms, were all from a certain moment in time rather than being real, so they were fake.

And the “real” meant that their personalities and consciousness were independent and authentic, not manifestations of the Devil’s will.

“Meow.”

The Siamese cat called lazily, obviously having heard enough of this mysterious self-talk.

“Don’t interrupt, I’m thinking.”

Roy lightly patted its head, turning her thoughts to another piece of intelligence she had gathered.

The reason for tonight’s feast was that this day marked the New Year celebration of the year 167 in the Auran calendar.

The Auran mentioned here was still under the rule of the Stephen family, so the calendar used was also different from the current one and should have the prefix “ancient.”

Ancient Auran calendar year 167, when converted, should be 42 years before the start of the current Auran calendar.

This was a very interesting time.

According to what Roy had learned from various sources, at this time, Auran and the Southern Islands were still in a period of confrontation, and from that magnificent decisive battle, there should still be…

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Twenty years.

It was the twenty years First Mate Isaac had mentioned.

Twenty years later would be when the deity was deceived, Auran fell, and the Devil appeared.

So tonight might very likely be the beginning of the conversation between her ancestor and First Mate Isaac?

Looking through the open gun port at the starlit sea surface and the peaceful, serene island shore beyond, Roy pondered silently, involuntarily furrowing her brow.

Although she couldn’t be certain, she had a vague feeling that her deduction was correct.

But… why did you choose this day?

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from behind, approaching from afar towards where Roy was standing.

Due to the feast, most of the crew had gathered in the living quarters and various open rooms, so few people would come to the stern.

Unless it was someone coming specifically to find her.

Is this conversation going to begin so abruptly?

With this thought, Roy’s eyelashes trembled slightly. After taking a deep breath, she calmly turned around.

To her surprise, the comer was not her ancestor, but… another extraordinary figure.

What a coincidence.

Looking at the man gradually approaching, gazing at his slightly gloomy face with its unkempt black beard, Roy silently smiled, though hidden by shadows, unseen by the other party.

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He was First Mate Isaac Hedler.

Whether it was his appearance or the faintly visible, twisted collarbone like withered wood beneath his shirt, he was identical to the man in the photograph from the watch she had obtained on the Victoria.

And this was his true appearance.

Taking measured steps, holding a crystal glass containing amber-colored liquor, Isaac arrived at the stern and simultaneously discovered the young woman quietly observing him.

“Are you the girl Lucius mentioned?”

Though somewhat surprised, after glancing at the Siamese cat nestled in Roy’s arms, Isaac had his answer. Leaning against the wooden wall, he asked with interest.

“Yes, I suppose you must be First Mate Isaac.”

Roy nodded gently, smiling as if she were very familiar with him.

Isaac wasn’t surprised that the young woman recognized him—after all, in the current Southern Islands, those who didn’t know him were the minority.

“Lucius was right, Mango likes you. It seems your relationship with the captain is quite special. Are you his… child?”

Taking a sip of his drink, the man gazed at the peaceful ocean and asked in a relaxed tone.

Hearing this short yet information-packed sentence, Roy was momentarily stunned, then stammered: “Ma-Mango?”

“Meow.”

The cat in her arms called out weakly, indicating that was its name… a detestable name.

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“Captain Edward likes to eat mangoes, so he gave this stray cat such a name.”

“That’s… quite irresponsible indeed.”

Hearing Isaac’s explanation, Roy stroked Mango’s small head and smiled bitterly.

“Meow.” The cat expressed agreement.

But I imagine he truly loves you, just as I love Alfie.

The young woman smiled inwardly, then asked: “First Mate, why is it that because it likes me, you and Bosun Lucius, as well as the other crew members, believe I have a connection with… Captain Edward?”

Although not explicitly stated, she could see that whether it was Lucius or those pirates, they all harbored such thoughts.

“It’s simple. Because apart from the captain, it never stays in anyone else’s arms.”

The man turned to look at her, stating matter-of-factly: “And you are an exception. So no matter how one thinks about it, there must be some connection between you and the captain, and not an ordinary one at that.”

“Plus, your eye color and appearance are so similar to his…”

“Alright, alright, you don’t need to explain further.”

Roy sighed lightly, interrupting with a bitter voice, feeling that this was perhaps the most unsuccessful disguise in her history, unable to fool anyone.

Isaac indeed didn’t continue, but instead couldn’t help laughing, partly finding this young woman interesting for daring to interrupt him, and partly…

“I never imagined that Captain Edward would have such a day.”