Captain – Chapter 649 – The Severed Shackles, Lightning’s Sudden Appearance

“It can be done like that?”

Hearing the girl’s murmur, the man spread his hands: “Where’s your imagination gone, little one? If that thunder sea is the door to the Cursed Sea.”

“Then the peaks in that sea high enough to approach the heavens are its locks.”

The person on the throne spoke without much emotional fluctuation. Roy was shocked at first, then returned to calm, listening seriously. Time seemed to flow backward from this moment.

Back to many years ago, when the small house was still that small house, and the two seemed unchanged.

Only… this would likely be the last lesson.

“The only difference is that in that thunder sea, there are dozens if not hundreds of such high places. They don’t possess any uniqueness.”

“And among these dozens of locks, you only need to unlock one, and the door will open for you.”

“It’s that simple.”

As the final teaching ended, the girl naturally picked up the thread as in the past: “If that’s the case, what I need to do is use that abomination’s head as the door lock.”

“Insert the key, along with all those lightning bolts containing divine might, into it.”

“Let that fellow… become a true stone guardian statue.”

Seeing the man nod casually, showing approval of her understanding and comprehension, Roy let out a light breath and said gravely: “I understand. What about the third matter?”

Earlier he had said there weren’t many things to entrust, just three in total.

Now that two had been mentioned, the importance had leaped from inheritance of property to resolving the specter threat. How heavy would that final matter be?

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Could it be an entrustment at the level of the world or era itself?

But just as the captain focused her mind and spirit, speculating about what impossibly difficult requirement would be placed at the end of these instructions, the man’s light words reached her ears, along with that so-called entrustment.

“Oh, the third matter…”

After hearing her question, the man tilted his face up slightly, looking at that delicate, pretty face under the warm red sunset. His habitually deep eyes actually showed a touch of complexity.

“Elizabeth, would you… give Gerard that boy my regards?”

Hearing this, Roy couldn’t help but be stunned, then remained speechless for a long time.

Because of that name which not only the person before her, but even very few people along the way had mentioned, and because of this special, almost playful instruction.

Give that dead ghost… regards? What kind of matter was this?

But despite some internal criticism, the girl still nodded and seriously agreed. After clenching her fists, she still couldn’t help asking: “Is there anything else you want to say to me?”

With the instructions finished, given their positions and natures, there was no need for more words. This meeting should end here, but her heart still trembled at the end.

Perhaps because of old feelings and life and death, or perhaps she simply wanted to get an answer.

An answer different from… someone like Robert.

Whether he had anticipated hearing such a question at the end of this conversation, the person on the throne raised his brow, then fell into a long silence.

Just when Roy thought she wouldn’t get an answer and wanted to consciously bid farewell and leave, the man’s brow slowly lowered, even withdrawing his gaze from her. His eyes drooped slightly as if drowsy, then he spoke as softly as a dream:

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“Go ahead and do it, little one. I’ll be watching…”

“Until the very last moment.”

Whether “watching” meant cold observation or constant care, whether the last moment meant victory or defeat or approaching death—there was too much unclear in these brief words.

But… there was no need to clarify, because everyone had their own answer.

Just like the slight smile on the girl’s lips, and those carefree words that seemed to show off and seek praise from an elder: “Fine then, you’d better polish your eyes and watch carefully.”

“Watch how this captain returns in triumph.”

The creaking sound rose and fell, the wooden door of the small house opened and closed, and Roy stood before the door once again.

Looking up at the distant sky that was brilliant to the extreme, like fire burning, making even the twilight fade considerably, she took a deep breath and felt her whole body relax considerably.

As if from this moment, those old, invisible shackles were truly removed completely.

Sunset was ultimately brief.

Before long, the burning heavy clouds darkened, the evening sun also disappeared at the horizon’s end. There was no longer a slender figure outside the old house, nor any ships visible on the inner sea.

Goddess Hestia, stern deck.

Roy stood silently, watching the night curtain fall like a light veil covering all of Providence Island, thinking of one old friend after another who might have passed or might still exist, but whom she would never see again after soon.

Captain Ilias, Enzo, and that old man who had always been called “Great Captain,” who never revealed his name, with no related records even in the Pirate Code.

And many others, ordinary or powerful, who had comprised her entire past.

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There was some melancholy, but more determination.

Just as that representative of the Auran Goddess had said, fate was choice. They had chosen her, and she had likewise chosen them and the present world.

Thus she would walk this path of redemption that the Lady spoke of.

Thinking this, the sentiment in Roy’s heart gradually faded. Just then, footsteps sounded behind her.

As in countless times past, without looking back, she already knew who approached. Only compared to before, when the footsteps stopped, there was an additional hand around her waist.

“Don’t think too much. We’ll come back, Captain.”

Hearing her first mate’s comfort, the girl smiled, then said matter-of-factly: “Yes, we’ll come back. There’s no reason not to return to our world.”

This was a kind of promise, but more like a declaration of certain victory.

As the words fell, the two turned and left the stern, walking into the warm light that dispelled the night. The Goddess Hestia and Nightmare King also quickly disappeared into the distant darkness.

Their ship shadows could no longer be found.

Time flowed like water. As if in the blink of an eye, several months had slipped through their fingers again. Two warships floated on the lightless sea, advancing against the storm.

By count, they had been sailing from the blue sky with blazing sun into this domain of urgent wind and sudden rain—yet strangely without thunder or lightning—for nearly twenty days.

In these waters where no ship shadows or land could be seen, the concepts of time and space were fading. All that met the eye was the boundless sea surface and deep rain curtain.

Besides this, there were no other novel sights.

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The captain’s cabin had no lit lamps—it was pitch dark.

Compared to the crew members who needed to rely on tools to distinguish day from night, the two people in the room could naturally rely on great power or the world’s feedback to discern.

Thus maintaining sufficiently healthy routines, though their bodies didn’t require it.

But this most ordinary sweet dream after wandering the sea didn’t last the whole night as usual, but was interrupted by sudden electric light.

What followed was deafening thunder, appearing abrupt and dense.

Blazing white electric light streamed through the windows, illuminating every detail of the captain’s cabin. The thunder that followed immediately awakened the person and bird in the room.

“Monster’s coming! Monster’s coming!”

The raven flapped its wings in alarm, crying out as if some specter was chasing thunder and lightning from its dreams, crawling bit by bit toward the present world.

But soon, its sharp cries stopped abruptly due to the girl’s impatient warning.

Seeing Alfie no longer making noise, Roy rubbed her eyes and sat up from the soft bedding, not caring about the pale skin revealed by the electric light when the covers slipped down.

“What’s wrong?”

Hearing the sound of her first mate rising and his question from beside her, the captain pressed her hand on his shoulder, then patted it a few times, saying: “Nothing important…”

“We’ve just arrived, that’s all. Arrived at the door of the Cursed Sea.”

“Storm Corner.”