Captain – Chapter 611 – Because She’s Afraid to Die

The pirate was still pulled up onto the deck.

Because that skeletal claw was far more powerful than he had imagined, and because he knew his responsibility.

To some extent, many pirates’ faith in the Islands and the Great Captain could make them fearless of death, just like this volunteer who had boarded the ship.

However, after stepping firmly onto the deck, the pirate still retreated several steps, instinctively gripping his saber with a fierce expression, trying to mask his fear.

Attempting to drive back the terrifying skeleton before him.

Seeing this, the skeleton acted quite humanly—or rather, habitually—shrugging its shoulders and walking to the side, while a word of advice came from behind it.

“If I were you, I would never grip a blade as a greeting.”

Looking at the approaching man, the pirate was slightly stunned, then released his blade handle as advised, his expression softening, though some bewilderment still lingered in his eyes.

“La… Lance, sir?”

The one who came to greet this inspector was naturally Lance, who bore the mark of the Golden-Eyed Devil in the eyes of the Island people. Hearing the respectful and awed address, he smiled and nodded.

“So this ship… belongs to Captain Roy?”

At the gunner chief’s gesture, the pirate followed him toward the magnificent ship building.

Although the moment he saw this man, the pirate already had a guess—even a certain answer—about the true owner of this ship, he couldn’t help but ask.

“Of course. Besides my captain, who else has the ability to capture such a massive vessel?”

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Hearing Lance’s answer, respectful yet filled with pride, the pirate let out a soft breath—partly in amazement, partly in genuine relief.

Thinking that if it was Captain Roy who had come, then their suspicions and worries were truly unnecessary.

After all, she was like a… daughter to the Great Captain. How could she possibly betray the Islands?

Thinking of the rumor that had spread rapidly through the Islands long ago—”the Golden-Eyed Devil is a young woman”—the pirate somewhat sheepishly set aside his preconceptions, thinking he finally had a chance to verify, no, to behold her appearance?

However, the pirate’s relatively good mood quickly froze after they rounded the forward ship building and entered the captain’s quarters.

“Wha… what?”

Facing the young woman who was looking down and playing with a Siamese cat on the table, this inspector who thought he had “escaped disaster” seemed not yet recovered, asking somewhat numbly.

“Didn’t hear clearly?”

At this, Roy sighed lightly, glanced at the extremely nervous pirate, then repeated her previous words: “I said, we’ll stay here for now.”

“We’re not entering Providence.”

“But why? Captain Roy, if you want to rest, you could dock at the port.” The ominous premonition growing, the pirate couldn’t help but swallow and try to persuade her.

As the only passage to the holy land, the “Pilgrimage Strait” not only had fortresses and other defensive works built on both shores, but also ports and cities for rest or direct trading, making it the most prosperous area of the Islands.

No matter how one thought about it, anchoring in those places would be better than floating on the violent sea.

Unless…

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A flash of terror appeared in his flickering gaze. The pirate dared not think further on this matter. Just as he was about to offer more persuasion, he was interrupted by the young woman’s gentle yet utterly firm refusal.

“You and those elders needn’t trouble yourselves with worry. If I wanted to enter, I naturally would. But before that, you can just pretend we don’t exist.”

“After all, we haven’t blocked the shipping lane, have we?”

No, you haven’t blocked it, but with your ship positioned like this, whose heart wouldn’t be filled with dread?

The pirate thought bitterly, but ultimately didn’t dare speak his mind in front of this person. Moreover, Roy clearly had no intention of giving him another chance to continue.

“Alright, I met with you only to convey my intentions through you to the old captains.”

“Since you now know…”

“Shall I see you out?”

Seeing this, the raven standing on a nearby perch spread its wings and flapped them, calling out encouragingly: “See him out! See him out!”

The young woman had made her decision. The pirate dared not linger and left the captain’s quarters with Lance. Presumably, before long, he would be able to convey her meaning back to the fortress.

A certain extremely dangerous signal.

The wooden door closed silently, and the captain’s quarters returned to tranquility.

Without outsiders present, Roy no longer needed to maintain her act. Her technique of “serving” the cat immediately became somewhat rougher, ruffling the gray-white soft fur into a mess.

At the same time, the lazy, confident expression on her face quickly faded, replaced by irritation and heaviness as she rapidly muttered “damn, damn, damn.”

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“Meow.”

Only when the cat voiced its displeasure did the young woman stop her ball-of-yarn-like handling, gently patting it: “Your earlier feeling was right. We can’t go any further forward.”

“Damn it, how is the old man so strong?”

The inspector had already left the massive ship, once again boarding that twin-masted sailing vessel and embarking on the journey to report that “bad news.” He had no chance to witness the young woman’s troubles.

But in reality, both the intelligence that the massive ship would be positioned across the “Pilgrimage Strait” and Roy’s possible intentions and reactions had already been transmitted to that wooden house.

Through that square stone ring, falling into everyone’s eyes.

“What kind of behavior is this—blocking the door in demonstration? I really don’t know how she came up with this idea.”

Watching the twin-masted sailing ship arrive and depart, after which the massive ship remained motionless, as if it intended to stay there forever, Victor finally confirmed the young woman’s intentions. He rubbed his temples with a headache, complaining as if looking at a willful child.

“Don’t tell me that as long as we don’t speak up, she plans to stay there for the rest of her life?”

Responding to the youth who was as irritated as that young woman on the Auran Goddess was a seductive mocking voice: “That would be impossible, wouldn’t it, Your Highness of the Islands?”

Looking at that legendary pirate who had been looking at him unfavorably everywhere and even resorting to childish verbal attacks ever since learning that the Great Captain wouldn’t seek another heir for the square stone ring, Victor sighed quite helplessly.

“Then do tell me why she isn’t charging in right now with blade in hand, swift and decisive?”

“Wouldn’t that be more in line with her character?”

Without answering, Fia only smiled lazily, seemingly knowing this question didn’t belong to her, but to the other person who, along with that young woman, stood at the center of the storm.

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“Because she’s afraid to die.”

Contrary to the youth’s expectations, moments after his question fell, a calm voice came from the far end of the long table, as if stating something perfectly ordinary.

Afraid… to die?

Sensing the boundless storm hidden beneath those two words, Victor slowly turned his face, looking at that shadow in the throne, his voice hoarse as he asked: “What do you mean?”

“What else could it mean?”

The figure in the throne chuckled lightly, like an old man who had experienced all worldly affairs finally seeing something novel, saying with a touch of sentiment: “Victor, she’s here to demand justice. Of course she must be prepared for us to disagree, to turn hostile at any moment.”

“Prepared… to kill me.”

As his words fell, the wooden house fell into dead silence. One could even hear everyone’s heartbeats and breathing, because what the man had said so casually was momentous enough to shake the world.

Even the “Black Rose,” who had already known the answer, couldn’t help but lower her eyelids slightly when hearing these words.

Feeling that this matter seemed truly troublesome indeed.

On the contrary, the person in question himself still smiled faintly, as if completely oblivious to the atmosphere, adding: “So, before making complete preparations…”

“That boy doesn’t dare come see me.”

Translator Note

Yes, the great captain called Roy a boy