Captain – Chapter 599 – Come

“Captain!”

“Captain Roy!”

Walking through the avenue formed by the skeletal soldiers’ ranks, coming before several officers and important figures, Roy smiled and nodded, acknowledging their calls.

“How are the preparations coming along?”

Though after gaining authority the girl could “see” throughout the giant ship at will, knowing everything happening in the hold, perhaps wanting to avoid that lofty, god-like mentality, she deliberately restrained her perception.

She softly questioned the bosun, who never lacked loyalty.

“Report, Captain. Everyone on deck has taken position, and according to the messenger’s report, gunners and ammunition are also in place, but regarding the operation of the cannons…”

Hearing Ben’s somewhat troubled tone, Roy shook her head dismissively: “That’s not a problem. I trust our new companions will solve it perfectly.”

Feeling the captain’s gaze, the skeletal officers nearby all stood at attention, lowering their heads slightly, saluting her while conveying their agreement.

“It seems everyone is eager and impatient.”

Having received assurance, Roy withdrew her gaze, slowly scanning the important figures, pausing briefly among the Ghost Scythe group, finally settling on Wyatt.

“Then let us vent his anger and send that damned snake…”

“To hell.”

Knowing the “he” the girl spoke of referred to that night’s darkness that had already passed, even the steady Wyatt couldn’t help but show slightly reddened eyes with bloodshot veins.

“Yes, Captain!”

Without needing verbal orders, Roy’s thought moved, and the skeletal officers led the ranked soldiers away, quickly filling the gaps left on deck.

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They slightly raised their firearms, staring intently at the sea beyond the side rail, at the approaching swells, flames flickering ceaselessly in their eyes, as if returning once again to that night a thousand years ago.

Back to that darkest night, only this time, they would never again sit helplessly waiting for death.

In the solemn atmosphere, Roy walked toward the side rail, toward the front line facing the giant serpent directly.

During this process, she once stopped, turning to glance toward the main mast. There, the Siren stood quietly with the Siamese cat in her arms.

Seeing the cat with its face buried in the sea witch’s embrace, sleeping peacefully, the captain frowned slightly. Her intuition told her something seemed off.

But now was obviously not the time to focus on such things.

Imperceptibly shaking her head, temporarily suppressing that strange feeling in her heart, Roy resumed walking, positioning herself before the side rail, then gently grasped the ship’s railing.

She began to wait, silently waiting.

Come on, bastard, it’s time…

She slightly narrowed her eyes, looking at that shadow now less than a hundred meters from the Goddess Hestia, as if she had already looked through the sea surface to meet those dozen blue-green suns.

Light and shadow flowed in her dark golden pupils, a faint but unmistakable noble aura gradually spreading, accompanied by the rising majesty symbolizing the devil’s lineage identity.

In the giant serpent’s eyes, this was like a blazing sun suddenly rising in the boundless night, like the bloody scent attracting countless sharks, like an undisguised declaration of war.

Arrogantly proclaiming to it: This captain is right here, waiting for you.

Compared to the proud, contemptuous, and supremely arrogant girl, the Goddess Hestia—this giant ship that had returned to the world with renewed glory—seemed remarkably low-key.

The magical power flowing within it remained silent, even the flames in the skeletons’ eyes dimmed somewhat, as if it and the “old crew members” were still in that same wretched state from a thousand years ago.

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Only thus would the giant serpent willingly approach.

Attempting to swallow that “betrayer’s” descendant as a “tonic” in one gulp.

“Monster, Captain.”

Alfie, who had been circling in the air, flew down at the right moment, landing on the girl’s shoulder. After gently nuzzling her face, she looked at the violent sea surface and whispered softly.

“Yes, good girl, the monster has come.”

Hearing this, Roy actually relaxed, her slightly narrowed eyes opening as she whispered similarly, as if repeating, or like a prophecy of what was to come.

And at the moment her words fell, not far ahead, a giant wave nearly forty meters high arose without cause, rushing toward the deck with deafening roars.

Such a massive wave was like a collapsing solid wall. Before the white foam could fall, its suffocating shadow had already enveloped the giant ship.

Looking up at that apocalyptic sight, knowing that behind this deadly giant wave was that specter called “Hydra” that had torn through night and fire, the pirates’ breathing became rapid, their eyes showing tension and gravity.

The tragic scene of the Ghost Scythe seemed still vivid before their eyes.

But though their breathing was extremely heavy, their bodies trembling constantly under that approaching pressure, there was no fear left in their eyes or hearts.

None at all.

Not because they no longer feared death, not because they had unwavering determination to win, but because before them, directly beneath that towering giant wave, a figure stood silently.

Letting wind and rain assault her, letting the “ghost wave” press down, she remained unmovable as a reef.

No, perhaps calling her a mountain would be more fitting.

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Though not as tall as her father, not as tall as the Great Captain, she could already stand on her own.

“Meow.”

The cat curled in the Siren’s arms seemed disturbed from its sweet slumber by the roar of waves and approaching heartbeat. It turned its head and called out displeasedly toward that direction, but before its gaze could turn back, it was firmly drawn to that slender figure beneath the giant wave.

As if seeing that old friend, seeing how he looked when he first took the stage.

After a long moment, it called out softly again, without complex meaning.

Only some nostalgia, some relief.

Under the dim daylight, in the boundless shadow, the silent devil’s eyes blazed brilliantly.

“Splash…”

There was no cannon-like thunderous roar as everyone had imagined. That great wave carrying the specter’s fury was not split or severed by an invisible blade formed of great power.

There was no highly impactful scene, but though the sight was gentle, it was still shocking.

That giant wave nearly forty meters high, pressing down like a mountain range, seemingly about to shatter the giant ship and everyone into pieces in the next moment…

Scattered.

It suddenly stopped, then from the bottom up, flowed down like streams, then scattered into turbulent currents, into water droplets, falling with torrential rain.

Like a curtain being gently drawn open, then…

Revealing the true form of the main performer.

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“Splash, splash…”

After a series of fine, rapid water sounds, a massive serpent head slowly rose from nearby, surpassing the deck’s height to look down upon everything above it.

Then came the second, the third…

Until nine heads emerged from the sea surface, eighteen blue-green suns suspended in mid-air. The magnificent form of the Old Calendar specter “Hydra” finally once again appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Only this time, standing in the blue-green radiance waiting for its arrival were no longer insects cowering in terror with necks extended for slaughter, but pirates eager to devour its flesh alive, and countless dark masses of skeletons raising their firearms high.

The blue-green radiance flickered slightly, the pupils within contracting vertically due to the approaching danger. But unlike the past when it would retreat without hesitation, it slowly lowered its heads, looking at the girl standing directly opposite it at the very front.

The struggle in its vertical pupils flashed and disappeared, then what surged forth was greed and brutality.

The giant serpent that had once been chased everywhere by this warship naturally knew this ship’s power, but also understood its weaknesses intimately. It knew that to deceive itself and lure it into the trap, the other side had certainly extinguished the magical power within the ship’s body.

Then, reigniting it would take time.

Though that process was very fast, the girl was ultimately not him, not that great Representative. Even having gained authority, reaching that person’s level was impossible. If so, this time would surely be longer…

This gave it reason to take the desperate gamble.

Looking at those blue-green suns in the center, seeing that violent, indifferent sea within them, Roy knew its thoughts, but her face showed not the slightest hint of retreat.

She returned its gaze with a smile—a mocking, cold smile.

And one word.

“Come.”