Captain – Chapter 563 – Lead Me to Find It

This was a question without an answer.

Unless Caine could appear before her, only then could the question of life and death be pulled back from the philosophical level to the present world.

And whether it was to seek him, see him, or grab the Great Captain by the beard and ask that old man what exactly he wanted to do, the prerequisite was that she could survive.

Survive from this desolate death zone, from Hydra’s mad pursuit.

At this thought, Roy withdrew her gaze from the raven, closed her eyes, and gently rubbed her temples with cold fingers. Only after confirming she was sufficiently clear-headed did she slowly open her eyes again, then rise and leave the captain’s quarters.

Pushing open the wooden door, cold wind struck her face, followed by increasingly heavy cold rain.

Listening to the ever more urgent raindrops and the strong, ceaseless hunting cry of the sails, the girl’s expression darkened slightly, knowing they would soon face another storm.

This was not good news for the current Mermaid.

Having lost the sea goddess’s blessing, just this unpredictable sea alone had already tormented this warship on the verge of falling apart, no longer possessing its past ghost-like speed. The distance between them and the specter behind was rapidly closing.

If under such circumstances, they added another storm…

Roy seriously doubted that before the giant serpent arrived, the Mermaid would disintegrate on its own.

Suppressing her faint worry, the girl walked toward the bow.

Though the night was already deep, and during the day she had already displayed the devil’s great power before the crew, establishing her authority while calming many hearts.

But those who knew the inside story remained deeply worried.

Her confidants and the important figures from the Ghost Scythe’s past had all witnessed that dance of night and fire, understanding the details more than ordinary crew members.

They knew and firmly believed that the awakened Captain Roy possessed unimaginable power, but at the same time, they also clearly understood that she now…

Perhaps was still inferior to that departed night curtain, much less a match for the giant serpent.

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Otherwise, with new and old grievances intertwined, even if morale had been low and there was hardly any will to fight at the time, she would never have agreed to Wyatt’s withdrawal request.

Since that was the case, the problem circled back.

They couldn’t leave the Triangle, and thus the specter would eventually arrive.

How could they respond then? Or would they have to stage another performance of “mortals” facing “gods,” with the rest continuing endless flight?

No, that would just be lingering on.

This was the consensus of all who knew the truth.

Therefore, their minds remained tense, constantly focused on the captain’s quarters.

But to deceive the crew and prevent panic, both sides only left one person on deck, taking turns to await the captain’s arrival.

Coincidentally, those now remaining at the side rail, ready to greet the girl and report or inquire about matters, were the two people with the most power on the ship besides her.

Ben and Mr. Wyatt.

“Captain.”

Almost the moment the captain’s quarters door opened, the two who had been constantly alert turned their gazes and approached, naturally following behind Roy.

“Is there any situation?”

Knowing that as long as she didn’t speak, these informed individuals couldn’t settle their minds, Roy didn’t waste words on pleasantries and got straight to the point.

“Report, Captain. The withdrawal has been relatively smooth, casualties… are also within tolerable limits. It’s just that the Mermaid’s condition is worse than we thought.”

“If there are no strong winds and giant waves, it might be able to hold on for a while longer. But looking at the sky, there will soon be a storm, and I’m afraid we won’t survive it.”

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Ben reported quickly while standing with Wyatt several meters from the bow rail, looking at that slender silhouette with eyes full of worry.

“I understand.”

Roy came to the ship’s rail, tilted her head slightly upward, and looked at the mermaid figurehead broken at the waist. The sadness in her eyes flashed and disappeared—actually, she knew all this.

She could even accurately deduce that the Mermaid could at most hold out for two days in the storm. After that, this warship that had helped her achieve legendary greatness and contained her endless memories would collapse into countless pieces of driftwood.

Completely becoming history and the past.

Though the girl’s voice was very calm, Ben could still sense some desolation and melancholy from her silhouette, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

For pirates, a pirate ship’s meaning was definitely not just a tool—it was a comrade, freedom, and carried all their hopes.

Abandoning it was never easy; there were even pirate captains in history who died with their ships.

Roy wasn’t that type of person, didn’t have such faith, but sadness was always inevitable.

“Captain Roy…”

Wyatt, who had already lost the Ghost Scythe, could naturally understand her current feelings. But after thinking for a moment, he still spoke up, wanting to bring her back to reality.

But before he could carefully choose his words to ask, the captain calmly interrupted him.

“Two days.”

Roy didn’t turn around, still looking at the mermaid figurehead, speaking in an emotionless tone: “Without that snake taking action, the Mermaid can only hold out for two days in the storm. After that, it will go ‘bang’ and scatter into a pile of meaningless rotten wood.”

Though they understood the warship’s general condition, hearing her words, the bosun and the other couldn’t help but be slightly stunned, then their faces became extremely unsightly.

“So we need to find a usable ship before then, a ship… that can resist Hydra and take us toward tomorrow.”

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After throwing out that truth, Roy immediately continued.

But this time, even Ben, who trusted her unconditionally, couldn’t help but be somewhat astonished, wondering if the captain had gone mad, though she could no longer be considered mortal.

Find a ship? In this ghostly place without even human traces, where could they find a new warship?

Much less one that could resist the giant serpent.

This was simply impossible.

“Though it’s not entirely up to me, this captain has always been good at creating miracles, hasn’t she?”

Without looking, she could guess the two’s expressions. Roy smiled with some amusement, then placed her hand on the pendant at her neck and gently grasped it.

If in the past, it had always been the phantom appearing before her knowingly or unknowingly, then this time, it was her first time reaching out to that lost girl.

Silently confiding: I need you.

After a brief wait, the pendant responded.

The sapphire in the center of the cross bloomed with fluorescence, and that subtle feeling appeared again, transmitted to Roy’s neck and palm, then spreading in all directions.

But the captain’s attention wasn’t on it, but still looking at the figurehead with only half remaining, looking at…

The phantom that had quietly seated itself upon it at some unknown time.

Sharp sea wind swept by, yet couldn’t move her dress hem.

Before the storm and dark night, that ghostly shadow seemed so frail, yet because of some indescribable obsession, her gaze toward them showed no weakness or retreat, but gave an unshakeable feeling, as if to see through that dark curtain.

But even such determination and stubbornness still couldn’t hide the deeper sadness.

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“Come.”

Regarding her background, the Lady had only mentioned it roughly, so Roy hadn’t known in the past about this phantom’s experiences in life, where that obsession fell.

Not until the Mermaid was attacked and she was forced to begin seeking an escape route from this web did she remember the giant ship the Lady had mentioned.

Only then, through near-divine thinking ability and existing clues and memory fragments from the depths of her bloodline, did she connect the phantom, the giant ship, and even that specter together, finally vaguely seeing the general outline of this story.

“Lead me to find it…”

Gazing at the phantom’s profile, Roy murmured like in a dream. But unsurprisingly, that girl had no reaction, still just staring blankly into the distance.

So she continued softly: “I promise you, I will definitely avenge you, for all that was lost, bury its life and soul in hell.”

“Even if it flees to the world’s end.”

By the end, Roy’s voice had become barely audible, but she knew the other could definitely hear. At the same time, to show her sincerity, or perhaps prove she had such ability… potential, the fire in the depths of her pupils suddenly blazed.

Like lighthouse light, wanting to shine into the phantom’s heart and pierce the endless night.

Whether it was the words taking effect or sensing her sincerity, the phantom who had never responded before, meeting Roy’s slightly stunned gaze, slowly turned her head.

Their gazes briefly touched, then she turned again toward where the silent call came from.

Except this time, the phantom didn’t return to being an unknowing, unfeeling statue as before, but slowly raised her hand, pointing toward the direction she gazed.

Thus the scene in the captain’s eyes changed in an instant.

The vast sea rapidly retreated, piercing through mist and breaking through rain curtains, as if in an ancient theater, curtains closed for thousands of years opened at fate’s command.

Then she saw that ship.