Captain – Chapter 508 – The Meeting Begins

Through the black ring, Enzo used the darkness to signal the Ghost Scythe patrolling the outer waters, and before long, that dark warship with a death figure carved on its bow and giant scythe-shaped ram appeared.

Not much later, the Taranhof, loaded with water ghosts, like a hunter, followed the Ghost Scythe. According to the blood-craving young woman, if Richi’s notification had come even a moment later, they would have attacked.

The battle on the lonely island ended before it could spiral out of control.

The hunt on the sea likewise. Everything carried the flavor of coincidence, as if an invisible hand was pushing developments from the shadows.

Yet even now, Roy still couldn’t fathom that person’s thoughts.

First using bizarre methods to guide her into the dream, then arranging at the journey’s starting point a scheme that was nearly impossible for her and the Mermaid to overcome—from all this, that person undoubtedly wanted to extinguish her intentions.

But contradictorily, in the end, all these became helpful aids in her favor.

Because of this, Roy grew increasingly confused. So on the way to the Ghost Scythe’s conference room, she couldn’t help but briefly describe to Enzo the strange changes that had happened to her during this period, then asked for his opinion.

“The old man’s thoughts are deeper than the deepest sea. It takes tremendous effort just to see the surface, let alone understand the essence. Why waste time trying?”

Leading everyone across the deck, the man didn’t answer the young woman’s question directly, instead saying casually: “After all, each of us is an independent individual, not anyone’s vassal or pawn.”

“Even if there are eyes hanging in the sky, containing profound wisdom within, they have nothing to do with us now. Doing our own tasks well is the right path.”

Glancing at the captain beside him, seeing her frowning slightly with a still troubled expression, Enzo guessed her worries and smiled faintly: “Even if the day comes when he’s no longer willing to sit behind the scenes and wants to reach his hand into this world…”

“Then when that time comes, we can respond accordingly.”

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Hearing this, Roy pursed her lips and stopped dwelling on the matter.

Come to think of it, even this quality of adapting to circumstances was one of her imitations of the man. Only, she made this choice mostly out of laziness, while he had the confidence to control the overall situation and face endless storms.

This confidence… or rather, narcissism, she couldn’t learn.

The Ghost Scythe’s design differed from the Mermaid’s. Besides being larger, it had a superstructure on the deck. The captain’s cabin was located on the second floor of the forecastle up a spiral staircase. In this aspect, it somewhat resembled the Constantine.

And in Roy’s memory, that spacious conference room was located on the lower level of the captain’s cabin.

The wooden door opened and closed, blocking out the clamorous wind.

Anyone who had experienced the legendary meetings of the islands would immediately recognize that the conference room’s arrangement, except for not being as old, was identical to that small wooden cabin.

Only the person sitting in the seat of honor had clearly changed.

In Roy’s words, this definitely concealed the Night Curtain captain’s ambition, but neither the legends nor the Great Captain had shown the slightest reaction to this.

It was a very intriguing matter.

Those participating in this meeting were only the captains and first mates of the three warships.

Besides the four who came with Enzo, Mr. Wyatt, the Ghost Scythe’s first mate—who in the young woman’s memory was even more solemn than Caine and rarely spoke—had been waiting inside for some time. He successively pulled out chairs for everyone.

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And even after the last person was seated, he showed no intention of sitting down, only lowering his head slightly like a shadow, standing beside the seat of honor, which was Enzo’s.

So low-key he was almost like a servant.

In fact, this was exactly the case. In the past, compared to other legends’ first mates, such as Richi Quake or the great schemer behind that deep sea, this Mr. Wyatt was far inferior in both fame and prestige.

But despite this, he was still recognized throughout the islands as the most fearsome person outside the legends.

Even pirate captains like Red Beard and the Black Emperor, whose names resounded across the seas, didn’t inspire as much dread as people felt toward him, which was enough to prove his strength.

Seeming to recall being caught causing trouble on the Ghost Scythe and being terrifyingly reprimanded on the spot by this first mate, Roy glanced at him once before quickly withdrawing her gaze, urging Enzo in a disjointed manner to start quickly.

Seeing through her thoughts, Enzo couldn’t help but laugh lightly, thinking it interesting that this girl who showed him so little respect was terrified of his first mate.

Perhaps this should be called “childhood trauma”?

“Very well, I declare the meeting open.”

The man’s deep, lazy voice spread out, announcing the formal commencement of this unexpected captains’ meeting. However, due to the seriousness and importance of this meeting, no sailor entered to serve drinks to the important figures.

Enzo’s gaze swept over the four people one by one, lingering only momentarily on the blood-craver with pale complexion and inhuman appearance, before quickly turning to Roy: “So, Little Roy, tell us what great trouble you’ve caused.”

“And what secrets you’ve uncovered in the process. Just use the simplest terms.”

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Hearing this, the young woman’s eyebrows drooped, putting on a woeful expression, because she had told similar stories many times. This situation of explaining to everyone she met made her wonder if she was being treated as a wandering poet.

Making a living by telling stories, except all these events were her personal experiences.

But there was no choice. Even though most people in the conference room knew about her strange experiences, to gain the man’s support, she still had to retell it.

Roy’s voice sounded with a hint of weariness, completely devoid of emotion.

Because of Enzo’s special status, this time her story began earlier, tracing back to the three years she used the moonstone skull to search for Devil’s Island.

Deliberately omitting some embarrassing details that might humiliate her, such as how she was tricked by the devil and turned into a woman, Roy briefly yet thoroughly recounted her experiences over these years.

The conference room was quiet; everyone listened attentively.

Even Richi and Caine, who were extremely close to the young woman, found past events they hadn’t known about, while people like the Night Curtain captain and his first mate, who had never heard any of this, couldn’t help but show unusual expressions.

Although Captain Enzo had also experienced many strange events, had faced the Eternal Ship or mythical aberrations, and understood the Pirate King quite deeply, he still felt irrepressible shock at the young woman’s experiences.

Because they could no longer be called strange events—they were literally present-day legends.

Captain Edward, First Mate Isaac, the millennium-long game between devil and deity concerning past, present, and future, the original sin and curse borne by the devil lineage, the scholar’s final song, the young woman’s intentions, and that…

Old friend trapped in a worldly hell, unable to find release.

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The impact of all this was too great. Even after the young woman finished speaking, the man remained immersed in thought until Roy called his name several times. Only then did he gradually come back to his senses, then sighed lightly as he had on the lonely island.

Leaning back in the spacious throne-like chair of the same style as the one the Great Captain sat in, Enzo lightly tapped his fingers on the armrest, head lowered in prolonged contemplation.

Until at some point, the rhythmic tapping suddenly stopped.

“What a troublesome matter…”

Lifting his head to look at the four people present, finally meeting Roy’s slightly nervous gaze, even the nonchalant Enzo couldn’t help but break into a bitter smile: “What a tremendous trouble. Why do I always encounter such thorny issues?”

“But there’s no way around it. Who told me this matter involves him?”

Without guessing, the captain knew that the “him” in the man’s mouth referred to her father, and only at this moment did she finally, from the bottom of her heart, breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, she truly understood the weight of that deceased man in Enzo’s heart.

That unshakeable position.

“Wyatt, have some drinks brought in, the best kind. It looks like…”

Recovering his usual laziness, Enzo smiled slightly and ordered his first mate to bring wine, while sitting upright with his hands pressing on the table, speaking somewhat seriously.

“This meeting won’t end so easily.”