Captain – Chapter 587 – Night and Sunset, He and She

Here there was wind and rain, but on the other shore it was clear skies.

Southern Islands, Providence.

The old, dilapidated wooden house used for holding legendary meetings still stood quietly in its original place, appearing so solemn under the blood-red sunset that was gradually being covered and driven away by night, but unlike previous days…

Its wooden door, which was habitually tightly closed, was now wide open, swaying back and forth with the cool night breeze. Looking inside, one could vaguely see that empty throne.

Victor stood several steps away from the wooden door, looking up toward the direction of the sunset.

To be precise, toward the sea cliff that faced the setting sun directly, originally silver-white throughout but now dyed red by the afterglow, toward that figure standing on the lonely, lofty sea cliff.

The wooden house was too far from the sea cliff, so that figure looked like an extremely tiny black dot, but in the young man’s eyes, he was still so tall that one had to look up.

Because he stood too high, his position itself was a throne, everywhere his gaze reached was subject territory, because he was too great, his life was enough to paint an entire segment of known history.

Because he was the Great Captain.

On the sea cliff, the man who had always presented himself with a lazy, indifferent attitude, at this moment… still showed no seriousness, only placed his hands behind his back.

Using his rough thumb to gently caress that square stone ring that could observe the entire world.

That dark gray square stone, following its master’s light stroking, rapidly and randomly changed scenes—sometimes falling on the Death Silence Triangle, turning to the Nightmare King that had changed masters, the Mermaid on the verge of disintegration, or beneath the surging undercurrents of the sea surface.

Sometimes it would drift indefinitely, showing birds in the sunset, lively noble balls, these scenes that had no connection whatsoever to the great events currently occurring.

Even more puzzling was that each of those scenes only stayed for a brief moment, at a speed so fast that even devil’s eyes would find it somewhat difficult to follow.

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With the man’s hands behind his back, could he really capture them through some kind of perception?

In fact, he wasn’t looking, only thinking.

Thinking of distant past events, thinking of possible futures, but completely uncaring about the present, because in his view, many things had already come to an end at that previous moment.

Not long ago, he had still been leaning back in his throne, drinking fine wine, using the ring in his hand to seek “amusement,” until some disturbance came from the other side of the great sea.

So the man pushed the door and came out, left his chosen proxy by the house, climbed alone to the sea cliff he hadn’t ascended in decades, then directed his gaze toward the northwest.

Perhaps in the pirates’ eyes, he was the supreme emperor, nearly a god of the present world.

Even the pirate history books evaluated him thus.

But he indeed wasn’t a god, not omniscient, much less omnipotent, unable to know every minute change occurring in every corner of the world just by sight or perception.

So he still needed that square stone ring.

Only since climbing the sea cliff, he had maintained his current posture the entire time, not glancing at the ring once, because the disturbance in the distance was truly too conspicuous.

A light mist connecting heaven and sea, old world and present world, would be hard not to see.

So he watched silently for a long time.

Watching that light mist stabilize, gradually fade, until finally completely extinguish, watching the great fog symbolizing “oblivion” surge forth, swallowing that deep blue warship.

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Finally, the man saw the ghost ship that arrived carrying death knells, saw that person.

Saw… the devil’s hand reaching toward the present world.

This was tantamount to a male lion openly stepping into a territory with an owner, attempting to change and seize something, already breaking the final bottom line.

So, that hand was broken.

Even across the boundless sea and eerie mist, even though the true identity of that hand was a near-divine ghost ship and an awakened devil, it was still snapped.

Thus the mirage shattered, and wind and rain returned.

This was the whole story of this matter, very simple, and powerful because of its simplicity.

After ending this farce that the devil may or may not have known about, the man didn’t leave immediately, still gazing at that place, with only the light and shadow in the square stone changing unpredictably.

Whether it was what happened in the Death Silence Triangle or the ghost ship violating the agreement to set foot in the present world, these were all very small matters, for both him and the other party.

But his attitude, or rather, the attitude that could be displayed through this matter, was not.

And that would change everything.

After an unknown amount of time, until the sunset gradually fell and night began to climb up from the end of the sea cliff, the square stone ring the man wore finally dimmed silently.

Then he lowered his hand and turned to leave.

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In this brief time, it was enough for him to think through and decide everything, although those thoughts that flashed through his mind might very well overturn the world’s pattern.

Overturn the entire new and old history.

But before he could walk a few steps, he suddenly stopped and slowly turned back.

Because at the position where he had originally stood, there was now quietly an additional slender figure, that thin dress made of animal hide still strangely distinctive, and she remained mysterious.

Even though there was no longer a “veil” covering her face, in the eyes of the world, especially the person before her, she was still so high above and unreachable, yet not off-putting.

As if she should naturally be so noble, born noble.

This was truly a very wonderful feeling.

The sunset was gradually setting, night was about to rise, but this scenery that should have transformed according to natural law stopped without any sense of abruptness because of their mutual gaze.

He stood in the night, while she stood under the sunset, like the two sides of light and darkness.

“Long time no see.”

After a brief silence, the corners of the mouth of the person in darkness moved, blooming into a sincere smile. This kind of smile that contained not the slightest frivolity or malicious intent, he hadn’t shown in who knows how long, perhaps it had been over a hundred years?

He spoke like a whisper, as if facing an old comrade-in-arms he knew all too well.

Facing the man’s greeting, the visitor under the sunset remained as calm as ever, showing no nostalgia, no sadness, and of course no blame or resentment could be seen either.

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She only nodded slightly and said: “I came to see you.”

To see this world, and the future it would face.

Hearing this, the man smiled and waited quietly, knowing that this person’s coming couldn’t just be for looking, because just looking and coldly observing couldn’t change anything.

Sure enough, the continuation came immediately.

“I thought you were no longer here.”

The visitor said softly, speaking very implicitly, because the word “here” could represent many things—this place, this world, or the original position.

“You know, I’ve always been too lazy to move.”

The man spread his hands, and even the twilight aura on him lightened considerably because of this jest.

And this was exactly the answer the visitor wanted.

Her already peaceful expression, under the warm red light’s reflection, showed even more gentleness. She didn’t inquire further, only smiled lightly about what the other party had been thinking earlier: “Looking certainly cannot change things, it’s just that I am now merely mortal, so I can only watch.”

After listening, the person in the night shook his head and approached. After reaching her, he knelt on one knee, took her hand, and performed a standard hand-kissing ceremony, respectful but not servile.

“No, only the ignorant masses would think that way…”

“My Lady.”