Captain – Chapter 409 – The Destiny to Be Fulfilled

After two months of sailing, the two warships finally approached the island and completed docking after furling the last sails and dropping anchor.

At this point, the close view of the verdant island came into everyone’s sight. It wasn’t large in size; walking for half a day would probably reach its end.

Moreover, most of the island was covered with dense forests, the trees within all extremely tall and flourishing, their species difficult to identify.

In the ship doctor’s words, they were living fossils preserved from ancient times.

And not just plants—from those ancient trees that could block the sun came the faint sounds of bird calls. Perched on the branches were extraordinary birds that could only be seen in biological encyclopedias, extinct in the present world.

Now, they called with varying tones, as if discussing the visitors, very much like those noble folks “admiring the scenery” at ports.

However, this scene only lasted for a short while.

With a somewhat shrill caw of excitement, the raven flew from the Mermaid, transforming into a swift shadow that darted into the foliage.

If it had just been this “foreign bird,” it would have been fine, but the problem was that accompanying it was an obviously carnivorous uninvited guest.

Before the young dragon could plunge into the branches and leaves like the raven, the local birds that had come to observe the visitors had already scattered with alarmed cries.

The tranquil island instantly became chaotic.

The oars stirred up rippling waves as the wooden boat carrying passengers stopped at the island’s edge.

After a brief decision, only three people would ascend the island this time.

Besides Roy, who was guided to come, and Vivian, who was leading the way, there was also the Siren, who due to her identity and emotions, desperately wanted to see the Lady.

Of course, early on when the Siren decided to land on the island, the Siamese cat had already leaped from her embrace and found a spot on the deck to sleep comfortably.

As for Richi, who had been granted resurrection by the Lady…

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Although the young man didn’t care about most things, from his preference to pretend to be asleep rather than go ashore to see her, he still cared quite a bit about face.

Taking someone’s favor, even a life-saving grace, and then betraying them without batting an eye to become a factor in turning the tide—even among pirates, this was quite reputation-damaging.

Since a meeting would be hard to explain, it was better to avoid it.

That was the young man’s thinking.

Roy and the other two left the wooden boat in succession and entered the flourishing forest. Each had their own thoughts, and all tacitly maintained silence.

As they ventured deeper into the dense forest, the canopy of branches and leaves overhead became increasingly thick. Initially, there was still some starlight and aurora passing through the gaps, but it gradually faded until finally giving way to a darkness where one couldn’t see their fingers before their eyes.

Only the occasional noisy sounds from the two little rascals overhead diluted the discomfort brought by the darkness and silence.

Listening to the raven’s calls and low growls, treading on soft fallen leaves, the three walked in silence. After an unknown amount of time, a warm light finally appeared before their eyes.

It was the gentle light of candles.

The candlelight spilled down, spreading over the yellow or green fallen leaves, like a path—a path dispelling the night and bringing hope.

Roy had seen such a scene before.

On a similarly deep night, with sorrowful rain falling from the sky and hounds chasing behind, she, still a child, had fled all the way, and just before exhaustion claimed her consciousness, she had seen such warm light.

At that time, that light had brought her hope, so what about this time?

According to how fairy tales should develop, there should be a cottage at the end of the candlelight, but no one could predict who might be living inside.

Would it be a kind hunter or a man-eating witch?

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The Lady was the most remarkable witch, not at all evil or terrifying as depicted in fairy tales, but rather holy and approachable. The problem was…

Roy couldn’t be certain whether, after knowing everything, the deity who had lost her divinity would still be willing to show mercy to a sinner like her.

After all, in a sense, she was the culprit of all this, and had even caused First Mate Isaac’s departure.

Now, following the guidance of that First Mate, she came seeking the deity’s help. Would the Lady detest her, resent her?

Everything was uncertain.

As the sacred texts say, any speculation about a deity’s intentions should be considered blasphemy. How could mortals guess the divine heart?

Although Roy was a descendant of the devil, she was no different in this regard.

Therefore, she thought nothing, guessed nothing, only walked at the back with her head slightly lowered, watching as the candlelight grew brighter and the layer of fallen leaves thinned.

In the end, the fallen leaves retreated completely, replaced by ancient wooden steps.

Looking up, the captain’s eyes reflected that small cottage.

The cottage was very old yet delicate, with green vines climbing its wooden walls. Candlelight penetrated through the windows, making one feel as secure as a lighthouse on a rainy night.

But in Roy’s eyes, that warm, harbor-like cottage seemed like an Auran Empire tribunal—solemn and oppressive.

The conversation within might become another turning point in her life.

With hurried footsteps, Vivian walked up the ancient wooden steps without hesitation, came to the slightly open wooden door, and then pushed it open to enter.

The Siren followed immediately.

Only Roy still stood at the bottom of the wooden steps, silently waiting for the deity’s summons…

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Or dismissal.

She was very clear about her identity. She was neither close to the Lady nor had any closer connection. On the contrary, she was Captain Edward’s descendant, the sinner who had ruined the thousand-year game.

She had no right to overstep.

She could only wait.

Time passed minute by second. The wooden door of the cottage didn’t close, so Roy, standing outside, could hear some faint conversation.

This was good news; at least she knew the Lady was unharmed. But after a long time, no one came out to call for her.

Perhaps they were catching up?

Unconsciously, the captain’s head lowered again, looking at the flickering candlelight in front of her boots, thinking it must be a very heartwarming scene inside.

Whether it was Vivian or the Siren, both should be viewed as children by the Lady. After experiencing the fear brought by the devil, having such a parental figure to comfort them was truly a blessed thing.

Unlike her, abandoned by both gods and devils.

After the sound of fluttering wings, the two little creatures who should have been playing wildly in the dense forest flew down. The raven landed on her shoulder, while the young dragon nestled beside her, gently rubbing its head against her leg.

They seemed to have sensed the captain’s loneliness.

That kind of loneliness borne alone.

Whether it was her father’s matter or the vendetta with the devil, these were pressures weighing on her shoulders and heart that could not be shared with anyone.

It was the destiny she was meant to fulfill.

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Just as when the First Mate had asked her what to do if no one wanted to stay after she explained the truth to the crew, she had answered.

At worst, I’ll go find it myself.

This wasn’t just a joke; it also contained her persistence and determination.

If one day there was no one left beside her, even if he wasn’t there, she would still embark on the journey, even if only in a small wooden boat.

After all, this was her destiny, wasn’t it?

Feeling the concern from the young dragon and the raven, the loneliness around Roy seemed to fade in an instant. She smiled and raised her face, looking at the half-closed wooden door, thinking that it didn’t matter whether she met the Lady or not.

Coming here, she was actually just wanting to express her determination, wasn’t she?

She wanted to tell the departed “old pirate” that she could find this island at the edge of the world, and similarly, she could reach the devil’s location.

She, Elizabeth Roy, would never be frightened.

She would win that gamble.

“Creak.”

Roy’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. She looked up and saw Vivian and the Siren leaving the cottage, walking down the wooden steps together.

Coming near the captain, the Siren slightly shifted her steps to the side, nodding with a smile, while Vivian was more direct.

The Blood Craver examined her with a complex gaze, and after a moment, also like the sea creature, made way for her, clearing a path to the cottage.

“Go on, the Lady wants to see you.”