Captain – Chapter 493 – The Death Silence Triangle

A pirate banquet was never anything special.

Besides old sea shanties, bottles rolling everywhere, and cards being tossed and dropped, it was hard to find anything novel in the scene, even if they were celebrating the annual festival early.

So after a night of indulgence, the Mermaid returned to its normal course, continuing its journey toward the Triangle.

Long after the official annual festival had passed, when the sky no longer carried snow but instead displayed a cloudless yet inexplicably dark and oppressive scene, the Death Silence Triangle—legendary for allowing no survivors once entered—finally shed its mysterious veil and revealed its true nature to Roy and her crew.

“Rumble…”

Muffled thunder roared like war drums, never ceasing for a moment.

Above the warship was the vast, boundless sky. No trace of clouds could be seen, only when occasional lightning flashed could one vaguely glimpse the mysterious mist, churning endlessly like seawater.

It twisted chaotically, yet somehow flowed toward the deeper west, giving the impression of an inverted, boundless whirlpool.

The center of the whirlpool, directly below, was the deepest part of the Triangle.

At the bow of the Mermaid.

Roy stood as usual beside the mermaid figurehead, looking at those ferociously twisted reefs that resembled the skeletons of strange beasts, and said to her First Mate at her side: “Since ancient times, no one has ever drawn a sea chart of this area. Even the occasional survivors were mostly too terrified to recall anything.”

“Only a very few brave souls, along with smooth-talking liars who had never actually entered this place, left fragmentary records in various literary works.”

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“And after analysis by later generations, among those already scarce accounts, only two types are credible.”

Seeing the girl holding up two fingers to him with an expression full of storytelling desire, Caine remained silent for a moment. Though not wanting to spoil her enthusiasm, he couldn’t help but ask: “Before we discuss how many types there are, Captain, do these literary works you mention… actually exist?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her or those legendary novel descriptions. The key point was that, according to his knowledge, since more than 400 years ago when that expedition fleet named “Pioneer,” consisting of more than a dozen excellent warships from the Federation, had been defeated here, no one had entered the Triangle again.

This statement, though somewhat absolute, wasn’t mere conjecture.

Because regarding the Death Silence Triangle—this dangerous yet unclaimed, unknown sea area full of countless possibilities—the Empire, Federation, and Southern Islands had once jointly established regulations to share all intelligence about it before fully exploring its conditions.

Any expedition entering it, regardless of identity or purpose, had to register with specific institutions. Afterward, whether you could bring back returns or not, you would unconditionally receive support from all three parties—gold, silver, supplies, and even ancient safe sailing routes.

Therefore, the vast majority of people wanting to enter the Triangle, even pirates with impure motives, would try their best to follow the regulations. After all, who would refuse free benefits?

Of course, there were madmen who sailed toward this deadly place on their own, not even following the safe routes, but no one had ever heard of any returning alive, let alone bringing back information.

After all, not everyone could possess a ghost ship like the Mermaid that could ignore storms.

“Even to this day, all the feedback compiled by the Empire, Federation, and the Islands about the Triangle couldn’t fill a book, let alone literary works and scholars…”

“Hey, can you please stop being so pedantic?”

Seeing she was about to be exposed, the captain quickly interrupted, saying irritably: “Besides, how can we be compared to them? Tell me, have those scholars, those information keepers, ever seen the lighthouse in the far north, a cat that understands human speech, or dreams as real as reality?”

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That seems unrelated to what you said earlier.

Looking at the captain who was somewhat losing face and “bristling” like an angry cat, the young man shrugged and placated her: “Alright, alright, let’s just say they’re ignorant. Please continue, Captain, continue.”

Seeing this, Roy gave a light snort, muttering “they are indeed” before continuing her narrative: “One theory is that after so many years of exploration, the reason no one has been able to draw a sea chart, even of just the outermost area, is because the topography of the Triangle changes constantly.”

“The safe route you just recorded might, in the blink of an eye, turn into a dead end.”

“Just like that.”

The deck suddenly trembled. Caine looked in the direction she was pointing and discovered that somehow the warship’s path ahead had been blocked by dense, barb-like reef clusters, forcing them to change course.

The problem was, he clearly remembered that earlier the path ahead had been clear, with only a few conspicuous, skeleton-like giant reefs visible in the range of sight, not this trap-like scene.

This was the best evidence of the “topographical changes” the captain had mentioned.

“But there’s no need to worry. These things growing from beneath the ship, according to that description, although the changes are random, for some reason they only occur hundreds of meters away from vessels, as if they’re just mischievous pranks by minor demons from the holy book, without malice.”

Patting the ship’s railing, confirming that the Mermaid had officially entered the Death Silence Triangle, the captain’s expression grew somewhat more serious as she said: “But we still need to be careful. If we actually hit one, it wouldn’t be fun. So from now on, there must be people watching all around the deck, regardless of day or night.”

“I’ll arrange that immediately.”

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Hearing this, the First Mate didn’t hesitate at all, turning immediately to find the bosun who was patrolling the deck.

During this brief interval, Roy leaned against the ship’s railing, watching those gradually distant reefs disappearing from view one after another, thinking that this was just the beginning. Once they entered the interior of the Triangle, all positioning instruments and methods would fail, and they would have to rely on the Taranhof to lead the way.

But whether storms or easily confusing environments, these weren’t the main threats.

The key was…

“What does the second account talk about?”

Before long, the First Mate returned to the bow after arranging the matters and asked the girl who was staring absent-mindedly at the sea surface.

Whether these were truly recorded in literary works or simply excuses randomly made up by the captain, since these secrets weren’t fabricated, he naturally needed to understand them.

Who made him only nominally the First Mate but actually the fully empowered representative chosen by the girl?

“It’s… monsters lurking in the shadows.”

Softly reciting this, Roy stared at the dim sea surface, as if seeing through it to the shadows in the deep sea, which reminded her of her conversation with the Lady at the end of the world.

At that time, that deity had mentioned that during her journey into the Triangle, she had clearly sensed someone watching her from the shadows. Although that existence never appeared, nor did it dare to make any unusual movements, it still made her feel genuine danger.

And its gaze contained deep hatred.

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Whatever dared to harbor thoughts against a deity was certainly not an ordinary spirit.

It was very likely what the Lady had spoken of—those strange creatures from the old calendar who dared to challenge the gods.

“Now it seems…”

Thinking of the devil’s farewell to her in that great dream, and the indifference hidden in his cryptic words, Roy pushed away from the railing and stood up straight, looking at her First Mate and saying softly: “That so-called monster is the devil’s minion, but we can’t be sure exactly what it is.”

Is it the Drowned Captain, or some unknown horror?

“But no matter what comes, Captain, your response method is only one, isn’t it?”

Whether it was an illusion or not, as the First Mate responded with a smile, the girl saw in the depths of his eyes, in that gentle, azure sea, a fleeting brilliance.

Intense and brief, like lightning.

After a moment of surprise, Roy smiled back and continued: “Yes, it’s to adapt to circumstances as they arise.”

As she finished speaking, the girl swiftly climbed onto the ship’s railing, holding onto the mermaid figurehead, and called out loudly to the pirates who all turned to look: “Gentlemen! Hoist all sails and watch your surroundings. We proceed at full speed!”

“I want to see that island within a day.”