Captain – Chapter 555 – Building Momentum

Yes, she had awakened.

Accompanied by heavy and powerful footsteps, Roy came to the door and pushed it open.

The warmth and tranquility of the room were dispersed by the rushing cold wind, and sudden urgent rain fell, striking the young woman’s face and mingling with her tear tracks.

Though she hadn’t kept her promise to the ship’s doctor to clean away these traces symbolizing weakness and sorrow before leaving the room, presumably no one would be able to distinguish them afterward.

Although Anderson had given advance notice that the captain would “return” within half a day, when they heard the door open and saw the Golden-Eyed Devil from their memories appear, the pirates on deck, after a moment of stunned silence, all cheered loudly.

They roared with excitement and hoarseness like people grasping at straws for salvation.

As the young woman passed by, everyone stood straight, their bodies trembling slightly, shouting “Captain” almost like a roar, as if just having her there…

Would restore the crumbling morale to stability.

Roy didn’t respond to those shouts, only silently passing through the crowd, walking toward the important figures gathered at the bow waiting for her.

Thus the shouting and cheering gradually subsided.

It wasn’t that she deliberately ignored them, nor was she putting on airs, but because too many sounds reached her ears at once, making it impossible to spare attention for the moment.

The sound of waves, wind, the chaotic yet traceable flow of water in the dark sea, even the barely audible cracking of rocks being eroded hundreds of miles away.

The entire world was whispering in her ear, gentle as if coaxing a child.

A… “newborn.”

Yes, she had awakened.

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Just as the Lady had hoped and the devil had not wished, what Anderson had felt earlier in the captain’s cabin was just as… the Great Captain had commanded.

In fact, after responding to that “pierce through it,” breaking through that layer of gauze and returning to the present world, Roy had already sensed something, but she still thought as before that this faint feeling was merely an occasional fluctuation of boundless great power.

Just like on Burial Island when she saw her first mate breaking through the night, or within the great waterfall when, guided by bloodline, she saw that spectral creature through layers of ice walls.

She never thought this was a sign of awakening.

Not until she awoke in the captain’s cabin and learned from the crew’s words that everything in that “dream” was real, that those two people could never return…

Either buried at the ocean’s bottom or gently embraced by seas of fire.

Only then did she glimpse the truth among countless mirages from the surging waves of emotion.

After Ben and the others left, during that day and night, the young woman allowed herself to immerse in sorrow and pain, releasing emotions suppressed for over a decade.

She let tears flow freely, let the deep-sea-like darkness and oppression that came with losing loved ones devour her mind, not caring even when consciousness became blurred.

Then, she heard the world’s gentle call.

This wasn’t a metaphor but a real feeling, like walking on a beach and feeling the tickling of sand grains, the sensation of waves gently caressing your ankles.

Close at hand, completely real.

At that time, she stared blankly at the ceiling, only faint traces of tears remaining on her face, her originally turbulent emotions reduced to a single light self-murmur.

Oh, so this is what awakening feels like.

Thus everything became completely different.

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She began to communicate with the whispers by her ear, and the tide-like great power hidden in her bloodline no longer seemed to want to annihilate her humanity at every moment as before.

They became gentle and kind, gradually willing to listen to her requests.

Regardless of whether they were reasonable.

Finally, just as the ship’s doctor had relaxed when he pushed open the door and saw that scene, she ultimately wasn’t swallowed by the shadows, and moreover… had become different.

She was still herself, yet completely different.

Walking past the crew’s “formation,” Roy stopped before her confidants, frowning and giving an almost imperceptible shake of her head, temporarily stopping the constant “noise” in her ears.

“This is the navigation route for what comes next. Prepare yourself.”

Handing the sea chart to Ben, the captain didn’t explain much, then pushed past them and continued forward until she stopped near the bow and the mermaid figurehead.

“Gentlemen.”

After that, she turned around to face the pirates who had all come up on deck and gathered before her, speaking like delivering an opening address, drawing everyone’s attention back together.

“I think the bosun and Mr. Wyatt should have already told you that our primary goal going forward is to leave this cursed place.”

Hearing these words, though the crew was excited, they didn’t seem very surprised. Instead, Wyatt and the survivors from the Ghost Scythe secretly breathed sighs of relief.

To appease hearts and prevent her from breaking her word, this plan certainly couldn’t be kept secret. Even if Roy had explicitly stated not to leak anything before she emerged, someone would probably “take the risk,” let alone when she hadn’t expressed her position.

However, the young woman didn’t care about this or the careful calculations hidden behind it.

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“So in a moment, we’ll change course.”

“Head that way.”

Hearing the young woman’s announcement and the direction she indicated, the pirates looked at each other. Even those who most worshipped the Golden-Eyed Devil felt she was pointing randomly.

Even in ordinary waters, without instruments, trying to distinguish direction on a starless sea wasn’t that easy, let alone in this land of death.

Though the captain was formidable, she couldn’t just point casually and find the right direction, could she?

Especially the direction to leave the Death Silence Triangle.

This… must just be to boost morale?

This was almost everyone’s thought, except for Wyatt and Ben, who was looking down examining the sea chart in his hands—both felt incredulous.

The former was because, having spent long periods by the Night Curtain captain’s side, he knew certain secrets, while the latter was purely shocked by the changing lines on the sea chart.

What… is this?

Watching some lines twist, disappear, and reappear to weave different terrains, the bosun’s mouth hung slightly open, not knowing how to react at all.

But soon, he suddenly raised his head to look at the captain who was speaking in calm tones.

Because she had mentioned that giant serpent, and more.

“That thing wasn’t blown to ash and is still following far behind us. Though injured, it’s still very difficult to deal with, so I don’t plan to turn back.”

“However, you needn’t worry too much.”

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Having long since lowered the hand pointing in a certain direction, the captain stepped back a few paces to lean against the ship’s rail, crossing her arms and speaking those shocking words in an understated manner.

“As long as the storm doesn’t stop and the Mermaid doesn’t slow down or change course much, it can’t catch up to us. Moreover, following the route I’ve set, leaving here will only take two days.”

“Gentlemen, in fact, we’re already very close to the border of the great triangle.”

After surveying the dumbfounded crew and the few thoughtful close associates, the young woman considered briefly, then nodded: “I have nothing more to say.”

“Dismissed.”

Seeing this, the bosun was the first to react. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he gathered up the sea chart in his hands, turned around, and began arranging matters.

And Roy, having made that astonishing statement, walked through the path the pirates cleared for her under their bewildered gazes, heading toward the wooden door leading to the ship’s cabin.

She had finished what she needed to do.

What came next—how to use these words and the truth hidden within them to make hearts more united—was what Ben, Lance, and the others needed to do.

As for the Ghost Scythe crew, Mr. Wyatt should know part of her secrets and could presumably use the momentum to calm the complex hearts.

Whether those still trapped in fear or… certain ones harboring dark intentions.

As for her, she was going to see a cat.

To see if she could wake it up.

Then do some big things.