Captain – Chapter 387 – Ghost in the Ship

“Sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up.”

After listening to the lullaby for a while, Isaac finally raised his head, but didn’t acknowledge the other awakened souls, only looking at the young woman before him.

Seeing her relaxed expression, the “old pirate’s” eyes showed some guilt, but mostly gentleness, softly reciting as if comforting a child.

Until this moment, at least at this moment, his intentions still hadn’t changed.

He wanted to send away the boundless power, to ensure this world would no longer see ghosts and deities, but before that, he needed to eliminate the greatest hidden danger.

That being this Devil’s descendant.

Roy once believed that no matter how remarkable this First Mate was, he couldn’t see everything.

He might guess that Satin Island’s true identity was the Satin, but would certainly not anticipate that it contained an undying period of time, and at the end of that time…

Was Edward Roy.

This view wasn’t entirely wrong.

The “old pirate” had indeed guessed that the undersea island was the sunken warship, but he knew nothing of the Devil’s arrangements.

He didn’t know about the existence of that period of time, and could not even imagine such a miracle, nor the realm the Devil had now stepped into.

But he firmly believed one thing.

One thing he only realized after the young woman boarded the Satin.

No matter what, at the end of this game, at the endpoint of thousands of years of rising and falling waves, Captain Edward would definitely appear and enter the game.

Either to meet and persuade his most perfect child, or himself, just like the conversation that lasted three days and nights countless years ago.

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And until now, the “old pirate” had not seen that familiar old friend, so his choice was unmistakably clear.

He had met with Roy.

No one understood better than Isaac how terrifying Captain Edward’s people-bewitching methods could be.

He couldn’t be certain whether the young woman could maintain her original heart after meeting the Devil, or whether she might have a momentary thought due to family ties or benefits, shaking her position.

So he dared not take risks, nor could he allow the captain to coldly watch from the side.

That’s why he played the lullaby.

After saying those words to the young woman, the “old pirate” no longer hesitated, turning to the ship’s rail, gazing at the dark, peaceful sea surface.

This action not only left Roy behind, but also turned his back on and moved away from that goddess statue, as if to strengthen his resolve with this gesture.

That lifelong pursuit.

After an unknown time, Isaac finally calmed down, and in those forever gentle, profound brown eyes, one could see more relief and sadness.

Relief because this long journey had finally reached its end, and sadness because this was also the endpoint of his life.

He wasn’t afraid of death.

He was someone who should have departed long ago, only surviving in a state worse than death due to the obsession in his heart. How could he fear liberation?

He was only sad about parting, because death is the most thorough separation.

Separation from his beloved.

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Although it had been thousands of years since they last met, Isaac could still recall his beloved’s appearance if he wished, as it was deeply etched in his heart.

Annisdora…

Silently reciting the deity’s name, the “old pirate” gently closed his eyes, smiling slightly, as if meeting her again in the boundless darkness.

Lightning suddenly struck, thunder roared.

At some point, in Isaac’s empty hand, a dagger appeared without reason, entirely dark, like an abyss.

This must be the curse-breaking blade belonging uniquely to him, to that love.

The hand gripping the blade slowly rose, the white robe moved without wind, and the “old pirate’s” shadow, elongated on the deck by the electric light, gradually changed.

If not for me, you wouldn’t have fallen into such a miserable situation, nor would you have suffered in this world for thousands of years because of my obsession.

Thinking this, his eyes closed even tighter, his raised hand more stable, no longer showing the initial hesitation and trembling.

Finally, the blade reached its zenith.

As if sensing the great event about to occur, the wind and rain were no longer gentle, terrifying waves rose again, and thunder roared fiercely like a giant beast.

In front of the warship, a lightning bolt connecting heaven and sea suddenly appeared.

The intense electric light descended from the sky, coming like a tide, at a terrifyingly fast speed, crossing the vast icy sea, directly reaching the Mermaid’s deck.

When the darkness was completely driven away, the figure standing at the bow finally appeared.

It was a towering man, his back as solid as a mountain, no longer wearing a white robe but a majestic black cloak.

His face bore untidy black beard, his countenance slightly shadowed, inspiring fear, and one side of his collarbone appeared twisted and deformed even through the thick clothing.

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If Roy were still awake, she would certainly recognize him as the real First Mate Isaac Hedler she had seen on the Satin.

The first man under Edward thousands of years ago.

At this moment, facing the wind, rain, huge waves, thunder, and lightning, the man held the dagger high with one hand and supported the magical box with the other, poised to strike, to break the thousand-year curse.

The impact of this scene was truly great.

Yet even witnessing this scene, there were still “people” who maintained calm, even indifference.

At the bow of the Death Silence.

Staring at that tall figure, all emotion disappeared from Vivian’s blood-red eyes, leaving only coldness and killing intent. She leaped onto the ship’s rail in a single bound.

By this time, the Mermaid and Death Silence were very close, only less than twenty meters apart, and the young woman was confident she could cross this distance.

Although she didn’t know whether she could prevent that man’s scheme before the blade struck down, but with the Lady’s fate at stake, she had to try no matter what.

These were all just momentary thoughts.

During that time, Vivian instinctively grabbed a swinging rope, her entire body tensing like a cheetah ready to pounce.

But just as she was about to head for the Mermaid to judge that utterly shameless sinner, her heart moved, and her forward-leaning tendency suddenly stopped.

Her clear blood-red eyes flickered, her hand gripping the rope with extreme force, but until the end, the young woman didn’t move, only standing in place.

Because just a moment ago, she had sensed the Lady’s thoughts, an extremely simple, clear statement of only two words.

It’s alright.

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Just like what an elder would say to comfort a child who had made a mistake.

Although such emotions had never been expressed, Vivian in her heart viewed the Lady as a mother-like figure, so she naturally obeyed.

But… what’s alright?

Is it that until now, you still believe that pirate won’t betray you, or are you saying that whether he succeeds or leaves, you don’t care?

And if that’s the case, what should I do?

Her mood was extremely chaotic, even with hints of panic, but the young woman ultimately didn’t persist, only standing on the ship’s rail, holding the swaying rope.

Very much like a rootless duckweed.

Richi was still pretending to sleep, the Siamese cat was still curiously looking up, so apart from Vivian, only one other young woman witnessed this scene.

That young woman stood on the helm of the Mermaid, her cicada-wing-like gauze skirt dancing with the wind, faintly revealing the blue scales beneath.

Amidst the wind and rain, she was equally lonely and at a loss, able only to stand at the wooden rail, looking at that majestic back, bewildered and tense.

She vaguely knew about the agreement between Roy and Isaac, knew that if the dagger fell, it would align perfectly with the captain’s wishes.

Therefore, she made no attempt to stop, no attempt to influence that music that made her heart peaceful, only quietly and fragilely hoping.

Hoping that the dagger would fall, that the man wasn’t a ghost in the ship.

But although the hand holding the knife remained steady, there was no sign of it striking down.

It seemed it would remain suspended forever.