Captain – Chapter 592 – Skeleton Captain

“Click.”

After briefly confirming that this giant ship was stable enough and didn’t need her to calm the sea, the Siren stepped onto the deck due to her fear of the approaching sinister spirit. She walked across the shallow layer of water, seeking some reassuring support.

Like a sleeping cat, an awakened young woman, or a figurehead still blessed by divine grace.

The sea sprite wandered in the torrential rain, walking toward the bow while carefully looking around for Roy’s location. But before she could approach the goddess statue or find any clues, a figure suddenly blocked her path.

The Siren retreated two steps warily, the raindrops around her becoming slightly chaotic.

If the other party made any hostile move, this gentle rain would transform into deadly bullets.

Only after turning her gaze and discovering the identity of the one blocking her path did the sea sprite relax, for it was her “neighbor”—the ship’s doctor who had once served as her teacher.

Only… he looked quite pathetic at the moment.

Not because of the storm, but because of the cat perched on his head with an impatient expression. From the scratch marks on his face, it was clear they weren’t getting along well.

“Damn, damn, damn! Quickly take this thing away from me—I’m going insane!”

Hearing the frantic complaints from his “mount” below, the Siamese cat forcefully stepped on him and called out coldly, saying that the one going insane should be itself.

Anyone who woke up to find themselves lying in an unfamiliar man’s arms would go crazy, right?

“You think I wanted to deal with you?”

Hearing the ship doctor’s furious words, the cat licked its paw, then nimbly dodged his grasping hand and leaped toward the sea sprite, who had spread her arms ready to receive it.

Landing precisely in that familiar, cool, soft embrace, the cat breathed a contented sigh, then glanced sideways at Anderson and flicked its tail to signal him to leave.

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With a displeased “tch,” the ship doctor walked around the Siren toward the wooden door she had come from. He’d rather stay with the skeletons than see this damn cat again.

“Meow.”

Shifting its gaze back and noticing the sea sprite was still watching that person leave with an apologetic expression, the cat lazily called out, indicating she should pay more attention to this “patient.”

Only when it again felt the gentle, comfortable stroking on its back did the Siamese cat contentedly lower its head and burrow deeper into the Siren’s embrace.

Paying no mind to the cat’s deliberate little movements, the sea sprite carried it for quite a while before reaching the side rail, then looked toward the area shrouded in sea fog.

“It’s coming.”

Hearing her voice filled with worry tinged with fear, the cat’s tail that had been hanging outside and tapping the wet ship rail paused, then it called out indifferently.

Telling her not to worry too much.

Although it had been “sleeping” this whole time, the cat actually knew everything that had happened in the outside world. Even things that didn’t occur nearby couldn’t escape its notice due to the ripples they caused by touching the threads of fate.

So it knew there was a foolish serpent pursuing them, and it also knew Roy had awakened.

She had even severed some chains of cause and effect for it.

Sensing the sea sprite’s still somewhat oppressed breathing, the Siamese cat sighed and crawled out from her embrace, standing on the ship rail to look toward the swells in the near distance.

“Meow.”

After judging for a moment, the cat called out emotionlessly.

Telling the sea sprite behind it that forget about that already severely injured fool—even if it came at full strength, it couldn’t possibly defeat this fortress-like giant ship.

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This big fellow was originally created by the gods as a blade to crusade against such things.

To put it bluntly, even letting a “baby” pilot it couldn’t lose.

Oh, the “baby” here referred to Roy as the cat saw her—recently awakened. After several days of growth, she… was still only at this level.

“Meow.”

After a pause, the cat called out again, giving a prerequisite.

Of course, this required that stumbling toddler to actually get her hands on this ship.

Turning around and noticing that after hearing all this, the Siren seemed even more worried, realizing that these prerequisites and analyses couldn’t give her a sense of security.

So it drooped its eyebrows and called out helplessly.

“Meow.”

Fine, if there’s really a problem, I’ll move my paws, though I don’t know…

How long I’ll have to sleep after that.

Getting this promise, the sea sprite finally truly relaxed, smiling gently while stroking the cat fur that remained dry and smooth despite the rain sliding over it, simultaneously turning her gaze.

Looking toward that dark cluster of superstructures, hoping the young woman going to “inherit the position” would succeed.

Not deliberately extending her perception and with her attention mainly on the ghost before her and the approaching room, Roy didn’t know the news that the cat had awakened.

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She followed the ghost’s steps, winding through the dark superstructures, finally stopping before the highest and most central building. The first floor facing them, where the captain’s quarters were located, was completely at odds with the overall architecture.

The reason for this was that the second and third floors, along with the top-floor bridge, all looked brand new at first glance, showing no trace of time’s erosion.

Only this floor before Roy’s eyes already had mold covering the outer walls, with the wooden door tottering on the verge of collapse. Not only were there gaps and wooden splinters everywhere, but it also faintly emanated a musty odor.

Well, the so-called musty odor was actually just dust.

When Roy, following the ghost’s indication, pulled open the wooden door, dust surged out like a sandstorm. If she hadn’t been able to influence the environment, using wind flow and rain curtains to block it somewhat, she probably would have been directly turned into a gray person. Even so, she still coughed for a while.

The room was pitch black. After Roy and the “ghost” entered, the wooden door closed on its own.

It was like dragging them from a brilliant illusion directly into the ancient darkness of the old calendar. Heavy vicissitudes and tragic grandeur immediately surged forward.

The captain was no longer ordinary and naturally wouldn’t be affected by this. She just stared unblinkingly ahead, at the dark curtain that remained impenetrable even after entering.

Suddenly, her pupils dilated slightly as an extremely heavy sense of danger arose spontaneously.

“Whoosh.”

After a low whistling of wind, four candle holders hanging on the walls on both sides lit up one by one. Weak candlelight spread, barely illuminating the room that remained only in decay.

From the layout, this was undoubtedly the captain’s quarters. However, the sand table for tactical planning lay overturned on the ground, chairs and desks either missing components or directly shattered into wood fragments. Even the long wooden table the captain used for work had been broken in half.

Everything was destroyed, giving one no feeling other than gloom and darkness.

But Roy didn’t cast any regretful glances at these decayed things that might once have been some kind of divine artifacts. She didn’t even look at them once, only staring straight ahead.

Because behind the broken wooden table, at the center of this oppressive and despairing world…

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A figure sat upright.

Although the robes on its body were already tattered and its face had become even more miserable than those “old crew members”—transformed into a decayed, yellowing skull—the wooden chair beneath it remained as stable and solid as a throne.

It was undoubtedly the captain of the Goddess Hestia, or rather the Auran Goddess ship. It was that goddess’s representative and the key to everything.

Perhaps… it also had an unbreakable connection with the one beside her.

Thinking this, Roy glanced at the ghostly girl beside her, but what she didn’t expect was that the other party actually released the hand she’d been holding and retreated to the side.

Then…

“Creak, crack…”

Following the sound to its source, Roy’s pupils couldn’t help but contract slightly, for she saw the skeleton sitting on the “throne,” seemingly never to bow its head, trembling slightly as it stood up and walked toward her step by step. Its uncoordinated movements quickly stabilized.

“Screech…”

Accompanied by a somewhat grating unsheathing sound, the skeleton captain drew the straight sword from its waist—full of rust marks and even broken partway—pointing the jagged edge diagonally at the ground.

Terrifying pressure surged forward, but what made Roy feel even more chilled was…

The skeleton captain’s eye sockets were completely empty, with neither soul fire nor any light.

Just like having its soul stripped away leaving only an empty shell, falling from divine representative…

To monster.