Captain – Chapter 607 – The Supplicant

Several months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the waters that had once belonged to the Death Silence Triangle, the storms had long since ceased.

But on the other side of the sea, at the heart of the Southern Islands, thick dark clouds had gathered above Providence, and after a flash of lightning, torrential rain began to fall.

The downpour had lasted over ten days, showing no signs of weakening.

And whether because of this, due to the terrible weather, the atmosphere throughout this pirate “holy city” and indeed the entire Southern Islands seemed extremely oppressive.

The pirates who loved freedom and indulged in wine and pleasure seemed to have lost all interest in enjoyment.

Because they had all caught the scent of danger from their leaders’ expressions and tones, and from the countless urgent intelligence reports coming and going in the taverns.

Unprecedented danger, even more worrying than when the Empire’s heavy forces had invaded before.

Because this time the problem seemed to have emerged within the islands themselves, between those pirate legends…

And the Great Captain.

The sea under the torrential rain was particularly dark and violent. On the only shipping lane leading to Providence, nearly a hundred warships of various sizes flying different flags were anchored.

These were all pirate ships belonging to different captains.

Although the islands weren’t like the Empire and didn’t have organized fleets directly subordinate to that “emperor,” out of reverence for that man and loyalty to the islands, many extremely experienced pirate captains who no longer needed to rely on plundering for survival still personally led their warships to voluntarily maintain the security of the waters near Providence.

To resist military vessels that might come, or…

Rebels.

And now, the reason these nearly hundred pirate ships had gathered and pressed forward to this point was naturally due to an emergency situation.

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According to the islands’ rules, anyone wanting to enter this pirate holy land had to apply at the outer checkpoints and could only be allowed through after receiving permission from within.

But not long ago, a warship had brazenly broken through the checkpoint and was now heading toward the warning line.

Yet neither the checkpoint fortress nor the patrolling warships and pirates had the courage to open fire on it without orders, because that ship held an extremely unusual position.

Its fearsome reputation had long spread across the seas.

Therefore, they could only watch helplessly as that ship sailed past, immediately sending urgent messages to notify the captains.

This was how the spectacular scene of a hundred ships gathering had come about.

And anchored at the very front of these nearly hundred warships was the vessel that had belonged to the only female captain among the former five pirate legends—the Black Rose.

Oh, perhaps that “only” should now be removed.

“Still no word from the captain?”

At this moment, the prototype of this warship’s name, that legendary pirate titled “Black Rose,” was not aboard. The one coordinating the overall situation was her first mate.

Seeing his subordinate shake his head, this first mate who didn’t look like a pirate but more like a proper nobleman sighed helplessly with some resentment: “Really, what’s the Great Captain thinking? Someone’s practically at our doorstep and still no clear word.”

“Surely we won’t… actually go to war?”

The first mate’s murmur was like the opening of a great drama. The moment it fell, the sea wind suddenly intensified, blowing the distant hazy, curtain-like sea fog thinner.

Between fog and rain, a ship’s silhouette slowly emerged.

Its entire body was dark and somber like the deep sea.

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“Splash!”

Deep within Providence, Victor stepped through a puddle, braving wind and rain as he entered the dense forest. After walking through this maze-like “barrier” for nearly twenty minutes, he finally emerged.

Tree branches and bushes parted to either side, revealing a vast inner sea that remained mirror-calm despite the torrential rain, and towering sea cliffs that rose straight to the clouds.

The small wooden house stood quietly beside the inner sea, beneath the sea cliff.

Wiping the rainwater from his face, the young man approached the wooden house with a cold expression, rudely pushing open the door as if the person sitting inside wasn’t the supreme ruler of the islands.

But merely an “unworldly” old man—one who didn’t manage big matters or small matters, completely irresponsible.

“I say, old man, just how long are you going to sleep…”

Victor entered the wooden house, and before he could properly close the door, his resentful question had already escaped his lips.

But when he turned around and his eyes adjusted to the dim environment, seeing the scene inside the house clearly, his voice suddenly stopped abruptly, his movements freezing completely.

After coming to his senses, the young man immediately drew the short pistol from his waist, pointing the barrel at the drenched, gaunt figure behind the table who seemed to have just climbed in through the window.

That “person’s” clothes were in tatters, vaguely recognizable as a robe that had endured endless seawater soaking and flame scorching. Behind the holes and tears in the robe were layers upon layers of bandages.

Not a bit of skin could be seen.

“Who are you?”

That “person” seemed to have entered the house not much earlier than the young man, and was only now distinguishing the scene inside the room, breathing heavily as it stepped toward that throne step by step.

Seeing it completely ignore him, Victor slightly narrowed his eyes, his grip on the gun tightening, the barrel never leaving its target as it locked onto the figure’s head, ready to fire at any moment.

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“Oh, you’re back?”

But just as the young man was about to pull the trigger, a lazy, hoarse voice from the throne that sounded like someone just waking up interrupted his action and momentary thinking.

Because the “you” in that sentence didn’t refer to him.

But to that uninvited guest.

Slowly lowering his gun barrel, the young man frowned slightly, watching the figure approach near the throne and then half-kneel down, unable to recall its identity at all.

Could it be… an old friend the Great Captain had never told him about?

But soon, this speculation was extinguished.

Because the visitor spoke.

Although the greeting process was extremely labored, like a child who had just learned to speak, that voice filled with sinister undertones was identical to the person who had departed several months ago.

“Yes, my beloved guide.”

Hearing that familiar voice, the young man instinctively holstered his gun, filled with absurdity.

This guy was Captain Talin? But how was this possible?

And wasn’t his ship…

Completely unconcerned that there was an outsider present, that “person” lowered its head in extreme humility. If it took a few more steps forward, its forehead would probably touch the boots of the person in the throne.

“I… I know I made a grave error, so, so I’ve come to beg your forgiveness. As long as you nod, I’m willing to give you all my life and soul.”

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“I promise, no, I’m willing to be bound by curses.”

“Please… forgive me.”

That “person’s” humble, fearful voice echoed through the room. This legend who had once held an extraordinary position and could be called one of the top figures of his time was now as lowly as an insect.

Because while swimming through the vast sea, it had felt that shocking change, felt the will of the person before it, and that temporary passage it had opened connecting to the Cursed Sea…

Had been crushed without mercy.

So it could only swim back in desperate straits, begging this person to give it a chance, a position to remain in the present world.

As long as he was willing to speak, none of that would be a problem.

Moreover, it had originally grown up under his watch, rising through his cultivation. Although it had some entanglements with that person in the Cursed Sea along the way, it couldn’t be considered an outsider by any means.

Right, it couldn’t be considered an outsider by any means.

As if convincing itself, repeating this in its heart, that “person” waited quietly, waiting for a response from this guide, even if it was just the most perfunctory “oh.”

Waiting for all the pressure and shadow of death to dissipate, just like many years ago.

But until the very end, it didn’t get its wish, only receiving an absent-minded counter-question.

“Is that so? Then Talin, why don’t you tell me yourself…”

“Do you deserve my forgiveness?”