Captain – Chapter 594 – You Are That Person

That was a very ancient language from the old calendar, which should be the same one used to inscribe the name on the stern of the Auran Goddess ship, so Roy could understand it.

Though the reason for this was equally an unsolved mystery.

The young woman turned around, and what came into view was a man who appeared extremely mature and steady at first glance. He had no beard and wore the exact same clothing as the previous skeleton.

So he was naturally it—the person she needed to meet.

“Don’t mind my name. At this point, those things are no longer important.”

Seeing Roy’s intent, the man stopped before her, gently shaking his head with a smile, cutting off those troublesome formalities in advance.

Whether honorable names and identities or past glory, all had decayed over thousands of years. Bringing them up now would serve no purpose except evoking some reminiscence and melancholy.

Nodding slightly to show understanding, Roy didn’t drag things out further. Following his wishes, she went straight to the main topic, with her first words being a question containing her greatest doubt.

“Why me?”

Why choose her, and why would it be her?

After experiencing so many major events and even seeing the Siamese cat that embodied rules, the captain increasingly felt that she could no longer be separated from the word “destiny.”

Bearing devil’s blood was destiny, being chosen by her ancestor as the executor of his plan was also destiny, and there was much more. But all of these had a major prerequisite.

That she was Edward’s child, with unbreakable connections to him and those events. The Lady, the ghost, the giant ship—all were tightly linked to her through these invisible threads. But this representative before her was different.

He came from the old calendar, bearing the Auran Goddess’s radiance, with no connection to her whatsoever.

Oh, the ghostly girl might be his relative, but this alone, relying on the Lady’s or Auran Goddess’s request, was far from enough to be called so-called destiny.

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Enough to make the other party wait countless years.

So what exactly was the reason? The answer might reveal all hidden truths.

Reveal her ancestor’s true secrets.

“Because you came, and you are exactly the most suitable person.”

Hearing this, the man’s smile remained as he said gently: “Destiny isn’t complicated. In reality, it’s just countless coincidences intertwining to finally construct a path.”

“Just as shown in your memories, you were chosen by Jacob, pushed into conspiracy with one hand, but also through this chance encounter, you met that Lady.”

“You received the Goddess’s token from her hands and finally came before me.”

“All of this can be called coincidence—whether the timing of your birth, the curse you bear, or every step you’ve taken growing up to now. But at the same time…”

“They have another name: destiny.”

Seeing the young woman’s gradually furrowing brow, the man seemed to hear her inner thoughts and changed his tone, comforting: “Even so, you don’t need to pay too much attention to that possibly existing, or perhaps imaginary, great hand pushing you forward.”

“Because these coincidences could connect precisely due to your choices.”

“So child, destiny is choice, not some old story written by someone, unrelated to any conspiracy. Even if there were, all they could do…”

“Is place some stumbling blocks on the path you walk.”

“That’s all.”

After listening, Roy remained silent for a long time, then breathed out gently and thanked him very sincerely.

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She naturally knew the other party said these words because of her extremely repulsive and oppressive psychology hidden behind the question—because of that shadow.

As she’d once told First Mate Isaac, she used to be someone who didn’t believe in destiny.

But the desperate situations she’d experienced along the way, and the truth about the darkness she’d encountered in childhood learned from the devil’s mouth, had repeatedly impacted this belief.

Until that elder departed and the Siamese cat revealed its identity, she was forced to believe in fate.

To believe this ethereal thing truly existed.

Until hearing from the man’s mouth those old words she’d heard countless times, the shadow in her heart rose again, leading to that question.

Leading to an answer—one that truly allowed her to reconcile with the past.

Narrowing her eyes, the captain smiled, as if truly emerging from that person’s shadow, beginning to regain confidence… or rather arrogance? Beginning to shine as brilliantly as before.

The current her had already awakened, resolved her psychological knot, possessed vast power, and would gain the giant ship’s protection. She seemed to truly have the ability to wrestle with that person.

However, though she’d seen through some of the path ahead, some questions still remained unanswered.

And this was perhaps why the other party had left behind this remnant soul or projection.

“But Mr. Representative, I remember you just said…”

Her smile gradually faded as Roy furrowed her brow slightly, asking for confirmation: “The name Jacob?”

She’d never heard this name before, but had a vague guess in her heart.

If someone had chosen her and sent her into the storm, it must be that devil—her ancestor Captain Edward. Could Jacob be him?

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His identity in more ancient times.

“Yes, my helmsman Jacob is the Edward Roy you know. That’s a long story, and I don’t even know some of the secrets within it.”

“Even the Goddess couldn’t see clearly, but I think it would help if you knew, even if it’s just a general outline, some fragments.”

Seeing the young woman’s expression and knowing she’d already guessed the truth, the man said in a deep voice. During this process, his originally stable form gradually began flickering incessantly.

Becoming increasingly blurred, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

Only those dark pupils became increasingly bright, as if they were another spiraling passage.

Leading to the past, to the old calendar that no one knew anymore.

Before Roy could react, her consciousness had already sunk into that dark “vortex,” sinking deeper and deeper, yet she felt no resistance whatsoever.

Because this was… that captain’s final farewell gift.

After an unknown time, the young woman recovered her senses, but was surprised to discover she couldn’t make any response—even the great power within her body had fallen silent.

She was like she’d entered someone’s body, becoming a spectator.

Wind, rain, thunder, and chaotic shouts and footsteps clearly rang in her ears. What came into view was a deck where hundreds of people were tensely preparing for battle.

Without doubt, the warship she was currently “in” was the Auran Goddess ship. So this was the battle with the “Hydra” from a thousand years ago?

Time was too short, and without great power to assist, Roy could deduce very little. She could only tell from various orders that the sinister spirit was already approaching.

No, rather they were about to catch up with it.

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“Maintain speed, check the bow cannon. As soon as we’re in range, fire the traction chains.”

The man whose body she inhabited calmly gave orders. By his voice, it was precisely that captain from before. He was currently positioned at the bow, standing near that goddess statue.

Military personnel respectfully responded and immediately went to execute the orders.

Whether because the giant ship required too many personnel, or because in those crew members’ eyes the captain, as the goddess’s representative, was the strongest person in the world who could be threatened by no one, there were no guards within dozens of meters around the man.

Just as his gaze fell on that extremely obvious swell in the lightless sea, urgent footsteps came from behind, along with a report that…

Made Roy’s breathing catch.

“Captain, there’s a problem with the energy transmission framework. Someone must have tampered with it.”

That voice was far too familiar.

Though it lacked some of the frivolity and maturity from the young woman’s memory and had some immaturity and nervousness instead, she was certain she absolutely wouldn’t mistake that person’s voice.

The one who came was…

“Someone tampered with it? How is that possible, Jacob…”

Hearing that report, the man’s clenched fists tightened, then he turned around with a frown. But what greeted him wasn’t that young man’s anxious expression.

Rather, it was a dagger dark as an abyss, with thread-like black qi flowing over it.

Extremely similar to a serpent’s fang spitting venom.