Captain – Chapter 457 – I Can Guess Who He Is

“Elsino…”

Hearing Carlos’s information, the Legend seated on the left side of the table supported himself with both hands on the table surface and slowly stood up, muttering this obscure place name, not at all surprised that a raven could report the Mermaid’s position on the sea, accurate to within a nautical mile.

As if this were perfectly natural.

“I can roughly determine her position, but the problem is…”

Drawing on his knowledge of known sea charts, that Legend quickly pinpointed Elsino’s location—a solitary island northwest of the islands, not far from the border of this “pirate empire.”

And precisely because its position was too “ambiguous,” it often became the center of political contention between the islands and the Federation.

With his absolute understanding of the Western Seas, this pirate captain took less than a minute to deduce that the Mermaid had only recently left that huge port and was heading steadily southward.

But to design a route to intercept the Mermaid before it plunged into the Death Silence Triangle, this information alone was far from sufficient. The sea isn’t an unchanging sheet of paper, and a warship’s course isn’t a straight ink line—it could change direction and turn at any moment.

So to intercept the Mermaid, he needed one most crucial piece of information.

“Which route will she ultimately choose?”

Staring at the shadow in the throne, that Legend spoke softly, sounding both questioning and probing.

The vast sea has no fixed barriers; seemingly one could travel anywhere, with no prescribed route. But in reality, this wasn’t the case. Many seemingly passable routes might actually be dead ends.

The sea charts drawn by helmsmen skilled in navigation were precious precisely because they depicted safe routes with relatively low risks, earned through vast experience, practice, and even sacrifice.

The Western Seas appeared extremely vast, but to his knowledge, because ships willing to go to—or rather, approach—the Death Silence Triangle were extremely rare, currently only three known routes led to that place.

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Two of these were barely passable; if those two treasure ships hadn’t been lucky, they would have sunk long ago.

Although that little one could be quite mad at times, she wasn’t so reckless as to gamble with the fate of an entire ship.

Moreover, she didn’t seem like someone with the patience to slowly explore and forge new paths. With this premise, the Mermaid would most likely choose one of the three existing routes. So which one would she select?

“The shortest one.”

Hearing the response from the throne, so low it sounded almost asleep, that Legend was momentarily stunned, then shook his head with a bitter smile: “Indeed, given her temperament, how would she be willing to take a detour?”

With this, everything was settled, and no more words were needed.

“Well then, gentlemen, we shall take our leave first.”

That captain was straightforward, moving sideways out of his position, leaving a casual farewell before walking toward the wooden door. His first mate, after returning the chair to its position, followed closely behind.

Pushing open the wooden door, the cold wind hit their faces, making the night-dark greatcoat flutter loudly. The thin moonlight, though not fully revealing the captain’s face, illuminated his eyes.

What a pair of eyes they were! As gorgeous as amethysts, as dazzling as the North Star, like the goddess’s box from legends that lured men’s hearts, filled with fatal attraction.

If Roy could see these eyes, she would surely recall that unforgettable time on the Ghost Scythe, and that man who, though long unseen, remained etched in her memory.

The Night Curtain of the Western Seas, Captain Enzo.

As footsteps receded, the wooden door was pushed by the wind, emitting a heavy closing sound.

After a brief silence, the female captain seated in the first position on the right laughed softly, also rising to bid farewell and leaving with her first mate. Finally, only the last Legend remained in the room.

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Waving his hand, indicating his first mate to leave first, only when the wooden door closed again did that captain with the gloomy demeanor slowly rise, approach the throne, and bow deeply to the man.

After rising, he said nothing, only lowering his head and waiting silently after exchanging a glance with Carlos.

As if waiting for some judgment, or rather…

Permission.

Time passed minute by minute, and the man in the throne never spoke. Even the raven, reputed to always understand its master’s mind, had restrained its eerie manner and was waiting cautiously nearby.

“Great Captain…”

Finally, that captain could no longer bear the oppressive atmosphere and inquired in a low voice.

Even though he was one of the current Legends, and had a thousand threads of connection with the perpetrator of that dark history, for some reason, he still felt nervous when facing the man before him.

Because this man was truly great, and equally terrifying.

The man in the throne still kept his head lowered, showing no intention of looking at him, but at least he no longer remained silent.

“Go if you want to go.”

Hearing that lazy response tinged with impatience, that captain’s eyes, dark as an abyss, suddenly lit up, not like dawn after a deep night, but more like a venomous snake finally sensing its prey.

“Yes, my revered pathfinder.”

That captain bowed deeply once more, and this phrase symbolized the final chapter, marking the end of tonight’s gathering.

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“Tap, tap, tap.”

For some reason, Caine, who usually enjoyed good quality sleep and wouldn’t be startled awake even by the captain’s unruly sleeping posture causing “dream attacks,” was disturbed tonight by the faint sound from the porthole. So he opened his eyes somewhat hazily and looked in that direction.

He had only intended to check if it had started raining in the deep night before returning to dreamland, but unexpectedly, once he looked, his gaze couldn’t shift away, and his entangled drowsiness vanished.

Because the young woman was sitting there with her knees hugged to her chest, her forehead leaning against the porthole, allowing her pale golden hair to fall freely.

She looked as if she had been wronged.

Rubbing his still somewhat sleepy eyes, the first mate sat up, leaning against the bedpost while watching her. After organizing his somewhat disordered thoughts, he casually sought a topic as an opening line.

“Is it raining?”

Having already noticed the first mate’s movement, Roy wasn’t startled, responding with a voice devoid of fluctuation: “It’s snow.”

Snow? It’s snowing already?

Caine collected himself, remembering that winter had arrived long ago, with less than two weeks until the festival. Snowing was perfectly normal, but… this didn’t seem to be the most important issue at the moment.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” That was the real question.

“Can’t sleep.”

Hearing this, the first mate’s face showed a hint of helplessness, feeling this was truly a meaningless answer: “There must be a reason for not being able to sleep, right?”

As he spoke, Caine recalled previous events, trying to find some issues, but discovered that after he forcibly carried the young woman back to the captain’s quarters, everything had been normal. They had bantered as usual, changed clothes and gone to bed as usual, exchanged light words before sleep as usual, but never mentioned that issue again.

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The issue of “a pair of eyes in the sky watching them.”

So without having to think, the key to the young woman’s insomnia must lie in this.

“You still think someone can open a window in the sky to spy on us from who knows how many nautical miles away?” the first mate said in a nonchalant tone, trying to use “reverse psychology” to make her look at him.

Sure enough, the captain turned her head and gave him a fierce glare, though without further explanation.

“Look at that expression, as if you want to eat me alive.”

Like a child who successfully teased a wild cat, Caine smiled and said: “Although even now I remain a firm atheist, it doesn’t mean I won’t believe what you say.”

“But Captain, even if it’s true as you say, that someone is watching us, what can we do about it?”

The first mate raised one hand, using it as an example: “We don’t know if he’s a god, a ghost, or some strange creature, nor do we know his location or how to avoid him. So what’s the use of thinking about it too much?”

“Just as you once said, we can solve problems when they find us, so why lose sleep over it?”

Seeing the young man using her own words against her, Roy’s mouth twitched. She turned her face slightly, not letting him see her expression clearly: “Of course I know this reasoning, there’s no need for you to remind me. If I truly knew nothing about those eyes in the sky, had no clues, I wouldn’t worry so much.”

“But the problem is…”

At this point, the captain paused, her voice dropping considerably. The arms encircling her knees tightened, and that undisguisable look of disappointment resembled a child abandoned by its parents.

“I can guess who he is.”