Captain – Chapter 724 – The Returning Giant Ship

As his words fell, the man left the doorway and walked into the night.

Everyone, shocked by his arrival and those words, exchanged glances and followed, their hearts filled not only with shock but also curiosity.

The shock wasn’t because of the unwritten rule they had considered before, but because the man’s appearance and statement meant that this nameless but truly powerful emperor of the Islands…

Would also journey with them on the expedition to the old sea.

The significance of this was unimaginable.

Had the divine of the present world finally confronted the devil of the old world?

If this news spread, forget about them—all those in the know, even outsiders, would fall into indescribable shock, and even the devil’s lineage would be no different.

Compared to the surprise brought by the truth, what made them curious was much simpler.

That was—which ship would Victor actually board?

Since the former Great Captain had taken the throne, he had never left the Islands, so naturally no one had ever seen any exclusive vessel of his.

Even the old captain in the guard fleet, who was elderly and loyal to him, didn’t know.

Most importantly, even if he truly had a ship, where were the crew members? After all, even the former Death Silence required water ghosts to operate.

Could it be something as eerie as the ship of the dead?

One question after another arose in everyone’s minds, and even after boarding the wooden boat heading to the inner sea, there was no improvement, because that man just stood at the bow without speaking.

Only when they sailed into the inner sea filled with starlight, sent Richi, Fia and others back to their ships, and only the man and Victor remained on the wooden boat, was the answer finally revealed.

Accompanied by gentle wind sounds, fog rose on the sea surface.

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Sensing the change not far away, Richi and Vivian, who had just returned to the Nightmare King, immediately turned around, their expressions changing. The raven on the young man’s shoulder flapped its wings even more, crying out in panic: “Ghosts are coming again, ghosts are coming again…”

These reactions, along with their grave expressions, were all because they recognized that fog.

The fog called “Forgetting.”

Not long ago, when fighting the Drowned Captain, it had appeared in the world.

However, as that chaos welcomed dawn, these eerie white mists had vanished along with countless bones and souls into the mirror-like light curtain.

Who would have thought that after such a short time, they would appear again, and in the depths of the Islands no less. What was even more chilling was that in that misty world…

They could faintly see ship shadows!

The Black Rose group was better off—although the pirates on the ship were amazed by this strangely appearing fog, and that female captain had even read about their existence in old secrets, they were generally calm. But the Nightmare King was different.

The water ghosts who had experienced the battle with the ship of the dead all gripped their weapons tightly, appearing violent and uneasy. Due to their special form of existence, they were already extremely repulsed by the chaos that formed the skeletal giant ship.

Seeing the fog suddenly appear, they all thought that ship had returned, so it was inevitable they would be nervous.

Richi and his companion initially thought similarly.

But they knew the ghost ship couldn’t possibly be “resurrected,” only suspecting this was Edward’s method—that he had sent ghost warships from the old sea here.

All to stop that old man.

But looking at the imposing figure still standing calmly on the not-distant sea surface, Richi frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head at Vivian, who was indicating whether they should prepare for battle.

“It should be fine, we just need to watch.”

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Yes, just watch.

No matter whether what came were the devil’s minions or not, they couldn’t possibly threaten them.

Because the last Guardian of Law stood before the fog.

Even if the ship of the dead truly crawled back, even if the nine-headed giant serpent was reborn, it wouldn’t matter.

The Great Captain was present.

As everyone’s thoughts raced, the eerie fog that had appeared from nowhere didn’t become increasingly deep and dense like the one they had encountered before, blocking all sight.

Instead, it gradually thinned, somewhat like descending clouds.

In the thin fog, the ship shadow gradually solidified.

And when that magnificent giant ship completely manifested in the world, appearing before people’s eyes, there was no longer any oppression here—even the water ghosts became much calmer and more docile.

Vivian, who had been preparing for battle, unconsciously stepped forward several paces, standing at the bow railing of the Nightmare King, gazing at that ship with complex emotions.

There was reminiscence, there was nostalgia, but most of all there was reluctance.

What she missed was time; what she was reluctant to part with was naturally that lady who would eventually depart.

Yes, the giant ship that appeared before their eyes was the Victoria, which had wandered outside the world.

It was the curse of the Lady transformed, and also the “cage” where First Mate Isaac had stayed for hundreds of years.

In a certain sense, it was the cause of everything.

Including the birth of that devil.

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After a thousand years, it had finally truly returned to the world, about to journey toward its destiny.

At this point, many truths surfaced.

Like the old calendar, like the ethereal graceful figure standing behind the Guardian of Law.

In the ice sea battle several years ago, the devil had defeated the divine, but that didn’t mean that lady had lost everything—her hidden moves were far more than this.

Among those arrangements, Roy might not necessarily be included, but the Guardian of Law lineage definitely was.

Looking at today, it was the near-divine being on the sea surface.

Soon, the Victoria stopped before the wooden boat.

Without seeing the man make any movement, two ropes spontaneously dropped from the giant ship, tying both ends of the small boat and pulling it to a height level with the deck.

Stepping onto the deck, even the calm Victor couldn’t help but curiously scan the entire situation.

Then he discovered with some speechlessness that a throne he knew all too well stood quietly at the bow—the very one this man before him had always sat upon.

After the man abdicated, this throne had followed him to that unremarkable small courtyard, and now it had suddenly appeared at the bow again, about to accompany him on the journey to the old sea.

It really seemed quite strange and absurd when he thought about it.

As Victor grumbled inwardly, the Victoria, having picked up the two of them, was already leading the other two ships toward the outer sea, and the man also slowly walked toward the throne.

At the same time, that pirate “emperor’s” voice also rang in the young man’s ears.

“After everything ends, you’ll handle those various negotiations yourself. As for food and water these days, you can use whatever this ship has.”

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Victor wasn’t like Roy, who had been aboard the giant ship before, so he didn’t understand the principles of time stagnation and reflux, nor did he know that those foods and treasures would turn to dust at a touch in the past. Therefore, he just listened quietly as he had when receiving instruction before.

“There’s nothing else. Do as you please—I have nothing left to teach you.”

Clearly not expecting to hear such words, Victor didn’t know how to respond. He remained silent for a long time, only feeling that the figure seemed to have truly aged considerably.

Perhaps still powerful, but walking under the starlight, he looked very much like an old lion.

Feeling that twilight atmosphere, the young man couldn’t help but recall what the other had once told him.

Over a year ago, he had said he was going to die soon.

How many days remained until today? Would he still be able to see the result of this expedition?

Watching the man sit on the throne, his form obscured by the high and solemn chair back, Victor thought silently, feeling that his abandonment of immortality might have been for this battle.

To see, or to create for the present world, a sufficiently beautiful and peaceful future.

A future without ghosts and gods.

As this thought settled, the young man couldn’t help but feel somewhat melancholy. Just as he was about to explore the ship’s cabin to see if he could find a few bottles of fine wine to help the old man pass the boredom, his form stopped in the next moment, as if he had become a stone sculpture.

It wasn’t that some great power descended to freeze his form, but simply because of shock—because after the man took his seat, the thin fog around the bow began to swirl.

When it settled again, there was one more person beside the throne, one more ethereal graceful figure.

Just like the divine lady he had heard about from the old man’s mouth…

Lady Annisdora.