Captain – Chapter 547 – His Madness

“Sweet dreams, Elizabeth. When you wake up, everything will be fine.”

“It will be fine.”

The gentle voice reached her ears.

Roy, who was shrouded in black fog and falling toward the mortal world, gradually relaxed her tightly furrowed brows, and her lightly closed eyes, after trembling slightly, struggled to open somewhat.

What met her gaze was still endless darkness.

Different from before, after that gentle whisper, the darkness had layers.

The girl clearly saw that among the surging black fog, there were deeper, thread-like strands of night that coiled around her, dispelling the bone-chilling cold.

They were even like spring breeze, like slender fingers, infinitely gentle as they caressed her cheeks.

So she knew that the one who had whispered earlier…

Was Enzo.

That man had seen her, reached her.

Yet he hadn’t tried to use the magic of night to wake her from her dreams. On the contrary, having lost the cold and being wrapped in warmth, the girl’s drowsiness deepened.

The scenery before her eyes blurred, and she could barely keep her eyelids open.

But why was this? What exactly… didn’t you want me to see?

What was it, Enzo…

In the end, even her thoughts fell silent. But before being enveloped by warmth and love and returning to sleep, what Roy felt was not peaceful sweetness.

But sadness—the sadness before parting.

“Tap, tap…”

His face felt slightly cool. Only when he saw the girl fall asleep did Enzo come to his senses, discovering that at some point, rain had begun falling from the sky again—fine and dense, yet not urgent.

Drifting down like a farewell song.

“Captain.”

Hearing the call from behind that had reverted to the proper address, the man withdrew his gaze, turned to face his First Mate, and quietly ordered: “Relay my command, Wyatt. All hands, prepare to abandon ship. Execute according to the final ship regulation.”

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The Night Curtain captain’s voice was calm and steady, as if nothing had happened before.

As if he were still the master of this ship.

And indeed, that was exactly the case.

When Night Curtain Enzo spoke and rationally gave the order, even Wyatt, who had been quite dissatisfied with his previous silence, immediately chose to comply.

“Gentlemen, prepare to abandon ship, board the Mermaid!”

“Execute everything according to the final ship regulation!”

The First Mate’s commanding voice rang out, then was quickly transmitted throughout the ship via the messenger.

Although both abandoning ship and what Wyatt called the “final ship regulation” shocked the crew into silence, leaving them deeply bewildered.

But such emotions lasted only a moment.

Because immediately after, the First Mate’s command—or rather, announcement—once again echoed across the deck.

“This is the captain’s order!”

At that moment, every crew member of the Ghost Scythe knew that the Night Curtain captain and his shadow stood on the same side again, and the hesitation in their hearts instantly vanished without a trace.

More than that, Enzo’s “return” greatly lifted their spirits.

As if in an instant, they had their backbone again.

With the pirates’ footsteps and exertion, the raven’s urgent wing beats, everything was executed methodically according to orders. The Mermaid slowed and drew close, preparing to receive personnel.

Meanwhile, the terrifying quantity of black powder stored in the Ghost Scythe’s armory was systematically distributed throughout the ship, arranged in a certain formation to ensure one hundred percent activation upon detonation.

Yes, this was the content of the final ship regulation.

When the situation was critical and they had to abandon ship, or when there was no chance of survival, this warship called the “Death Scythe” would become a true soul-reaping demon.

It would become a sea of fire that devoured everything.

This was mutual destruction, a madman’s idea.

After all, even pirates wouldn’t think of embracing a ship full of gunpowder and going to hell together with invading enemies in desperate situations, because this didn’t conform to…

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Pirates’ views on life and death?

Only Enzo, this complete madman, and a group of people who regarded him as their faith, would always be prepared for such a thing and write it into the ship regulations.

“Captain, everything is arranged.”

Before long, the First Mate finished inspecting the hold and returned to report.

From when Enzo gave the order until now, less than five minutes had passed. They could do it so quickly partly because they had rehearsed this countless times before.

On the other hand, it was because the related arrangements were too clear, almost like a stroke of genius, and the man who “drew” this scene was a genius at writing destruction.

“Then… let the crew get moving.”

Hearing this, the Night Curtain captain showed little reaction, only calmly instructing his first mate to have the pirates leave, while his own gaze returned to the giant serpent.

That “mountain range” drew ever closer to them, but obviously no longer cared about them.

“Yes, Captain.”

Saying this, Wyatt looked deeply at him.

Though the First Mate’s heart was full of unease and doubt, he still asked nothing and dutifully implemented the order, watching as crew members successively left the deck and boarded the Mermaid.

“It’s time to go, Captain.”

After the last person left, he returned behind the man and respectfully, solemnly requested.

But Enzo didn’t move, didn’t even respond.

The deck was completely silent, with only the sound of wind and rain.

“You want to stay.”

This wasn’t a question, but a statement.

Wyatt stared intently at the man’s back, speaking in an extremely low tone, because understanding meant that for him, many things were already clear without asking.

The order to abandon ship was within his expectations, because it was a choice that had to be made.

But the final ship regulation…

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Was actually meaningless, at least in the First Mate’s eyes.

Because from earlier on, that mountain-like giant serpent had no longer regarded them as a target and had changed its path. Since that was the case, what meaning could there be in turning the Ghost Scythe into a giant bomb?

Could they really expect that specter to have a change of heart before the fuse was lit?

To deliberately drink this cup of poison?

Impossible.

The crew might not notice, thinking only that the captain wanted to use the sea of fire created by the warship to temporarily block the specter’s path.

But Wyatt was different.

He knew this was nonsense, and he knew even more clearly that Night Curtain Enzo would never do such a pointless thing.

This man’s actions must have their purpose.

Just like… dragging the giant serpent to fall together into the abyss.

“Why?”

Though he had guessed something of Enzo’s purpose, even vaguely knowing that his behavior was for Captain Roy, Wyatt ultimately didn’t have the night as his eyes.

He couldn’t see the girl falling from the sky, so naturally couldn’t understand the captain’s decision.

If it were anyone else, even the Great Captain, the man at this moment wouldn’t explain a single sentence.

But this First Mate was his shadow, the witness to his decade-plus life, and in a certain sense, the person closest to him, almost like a brother.

Therefore, facing the other’s questioning, Enzo said softly: “Because if I don’t stay, don’t keep it here, that child will very likely die, first mate.”

Though willing to explain, that was as far as it went.

Knowing that Captain Roy’s life and death would involve the success or failure of the man’s decade-plus search, involve the fate of that departed one, and more things that Enzo was unwilling and unable to let go of, Wyatt said nothing more.

He didn’t even offer tentative persuasion using his and the crew’s future as grounds.

Because he knew it would change nothing.

Therefore, Wyatt only said coldly: “Enzo, no matter how confident you are in yourself, you should be clear that this is a… war with no hope of winning.”

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“How long can you hold out, and what meaning does that time have?”

“On the contrary, relying on the Mermaid’s speed, plus the power you possess, we might not be able to defeat it, but at least, at least we could maneuver with it longer.”

“Buy time, until Captain Roy returns—isn’t that your purpose?”

“So stop going mad and come with me.”

It must be said that even in such an urgent situation, this First Mate of no great renown still maintained powerful rationality, analyzing every point precisely.

Even making it difficult for the Night Curtain captain to argue.

But Wyatt, she had already returned. If all hope was placed on that ghost ship, on racing against time with that specter, the possibility of winning was truly slim.

And if the Mermaid was damaged…

In an instant, Enzo thought of many reasons.

Among those reasons were secrets the other didn’t know, his worries and resolve. If laid bare completely, perhaps they really could barely convince Wyatt.

But there was no time.

No time for more explanations and arguments, and dragging things out wasn’t his style either.

So Enzo only said calmly: “I want to try…”

Try what? Try to stop the specter, or defeat it?

This was truly an unreasonable and arrogant statement.

Just like a madman.

No, this wasn’t madness—it was simply stupidity!

The First Mate thought silently, his lips trembling with anger, not knowing whether what would follow would be words of persuasion with suppressed emotion, or accusations like a sudden storm.

But whatever it was, he couldn’t speak it.

Because the man whispered another sentence, gentle as sleep-talk yet decisive beyond doubt.

“Just like Captain Gerard did.”