Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

A few streaks of scarlet hue appeared amidst the surging dark green seawater.

The greytip shark flicked its tail fin.

They scrambled to devour the few remaining remains of the unfortunate sailor in the murky seawater.

The dorsal fins swept across the sea surface, leaving chaotic trails.

These ripples surround the Homecoming ship, like a noose that is gradually tightening.

The already bloodthirsty sharks are even less likely to retreat once they have tasted fresh blood.

But Chalice also came to a realization.

The Homecoming's standard turbines were not modified, nor were they any machines with extraordinary power.

Speaking solely of speed.

Even with the turbine continuously overloaded, it was impossible to shake off that extraordinary giant shark.

Because this giant shark was not an ordinary greytip shark.

Thanks to his extraordinary physical characteristics, this guy is truly like a fish in water!

Unfortunately, it can also pose a threat to the ship's hull.

Chalice took a deep breath.

anyway……

If you want to live, you have to kill this cunning shark, or you'll all die!

"Everyone!"

Chalice shouted, "Don't go near the ship's side! Secure yourself with the ropes! Don't get thrown overboard!"

The situation is urgent.

Apart from the first mate at the helm and Max in the engine room.

All crew members rushed to the deck to prepare to fight the sharks.

The sailors scrambled to help each other tie the ropes around their waists, while several of the bolder sailors gripped their harpoons.

The harpoon's tail was also attached to a rope.

This is to make it easier to drag the opponent after hitting them.

During this period.

Chalice wasn't idle either.

He didn't overestimate himself; he also used a rope to ensure he wouldn't lose his balance and fall into the sea.

Even if one has become an extraordinary being, to the Ghost Sea one is still just a slightly larger ant.

Drowning him wouldn't even require a single extra drop of seawater; it would just take a few more minutes.

Not to mention, there's a group of sharks eyeing you from the depths of the sea, drawn by the taste of blood.

Chalice drew his icy, piercing revolver.

The weapon seemed to still be asleep.

The gun barrel, forged from refined iron and mithril, gleamed with a dull luster in the dim light of the day.

This is his most powerful attack.

But... it's not strong enough...

Chalice stood in the middle of the deck, his trench coat fluttering in the sea breeze.

He used his thumb to turn the cylinder, emptying all the bullets before pressing the spiritual bullets, which were given to him by Master Thor and were imbued with explosive properties, into the magazine one by one.

He then flicked his wrist.

The wheel clicked shut and returned to its original position.

A fierce glint appeared in Chalice's eyes.

In just two and a half years.

From a menial sailor who couldn't even speak the language to a skilled captain who led the entire ship.

Besides careful thinking and continuous learning, Chalice relies on this ruthless spirit!

The mind returns to tranquility.

Chalice entered a state of focused concentration similar to "flow".

Ordinary people may feel anxious and restless when they are nervous, but Cherries has honed the ability to remain rational and calm even in critical moments.

The various elements of the predicament were listed in my mind.

Chalice compared the strengths and weaknesses of both sides, quickly identifying opportunities for the stronger side to defeat the weaker one.

no doubt.

The shark swarm has a greater advantage.

The ocean is their home ground, especially with a ferocious giant shark at their core.

Think differently.

Chalice didn't even need to risk showing himself; he only needed to drive the sharks to damage the hull, especially the propellers that powered the ship.

Those on the ship would become lambs to the slaughter, utterly losing all hope.

Fortunately, this giant shark's intelligence isn't high enough to be human-like.

It had previously used a sudden, unexpected tail slap to successfully throw the sailor overboard.

Similar attacks have occurred several times in succession.

However, thanks to Chalice's timely reminder, the sailors who were secured at most suffered bruises and swelling, but no one fell into the water.

This can be seen.

The possibility of sharks damaging the oars can be put aside for now.

Humanity still has a chance to catch its breath.

So where does the chance of winning lie?

Chalice gripped his revolver, deep in thought.

From large-scale wars to small-scale battles...

Victory, in essence, is the ability to surpass one's own strength in a certain aspect by various means.

Information asymmetry is also a manifestation of strength!

Chalice opened the nautical chart in his mind!

Although the sharks have the home-field advantage, that doesn't mean they're blind to intelligence!

Moreover, with the addition of explosive bullets to the Hungry Kiss, Cheryl also gained a firepower advantage.

Firepower advantage...

Superior firepower!

Facing this extraordinary giant shark, Chalice was confident that he could hold his own or even slightly outperform it in terms of instantaneous killing power!

This still excludes the conclusion that the batch of weapons was excluded.

Chalice is not stubborn.

Emergency situation.

He would rather pry open the box and fire all the bullets than be foolish enough to let those firearms sink to the bottom of the sea without ever firing a shot.

However, these conventional firepower methods cannot solve the fundamental problem.

This short Mauser carbine is a firearm specifically designed for close-quarters combat scenarios such as street fighting.

Murder is acceptable.

Its power is acceptable.

It might be effective against greytip sharks, but against that giant shark, it would probably be ineffective.

That might just provoke its ferocity!

Chalice wanted a permanent solution, not to invite a vengeful and extraordinary beast into the Homecoming!

However, he also kept a watchful eye.

Have someone remove the tarpaulins from the wooden crates.

Try to deliver a fatal blow with a rare item first.

Solve the problem at the lowest possible cost.

If all else fails, we'll use that batch of weapons to try and suppress these monsters with firepower...

It provides a real-time perspective with nautical charts.

On paper, Cherries has already accumulated enough chips to gamble his life at the table!

Let's open for trading!

Chalice approached the ship's railing, his mind constantly switching between the view on the nautical chart and the view in reality, gathering information.

Consciousness is immersed in the illusory light and shadow depicted by spirituality.

A dozen or so grayish-white specks were swimming around haphazardly nearby, with a scarlet spot mixed in among them. Wherever it passed, even other greytip sharks hurriedly gave way, not daring to block the path of this ferocious creature.

"Judging from the frequency of their approach, this guy is much bolder than a greytip reef shark, or rather, very confident..."

Chalice thought to himself, "This is a good thing..."

He turned to the cockpit and shouted, "First Officer! Hard to left! Reduce speed by half!"

"Slow down? Captain! That'll let those mad dogs bite our asses!"

Wirtz was somewhat puzzled, but his hand movements were quick, and he spun the heavy rudder very fast.

"Prepare the lifting winch!"

Chalice then yelled at the sailors, "Put on the thickest ropes and the biggest harpoons!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Eddie wiped the seawater off his face, staggered to the ship's side, and together with the others, first removed the original cable from the winch, then replaced it with a significantly heavier model.

The sailors dragged out heavy steel harpoons and secured the somewhat blunt-tipped weapon to the end of the rope.

Chalice tucked the Hungry Kiss into his waistband and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

The two sailors were struggling to drag the heavy harpoon.

It was lifted steadily in his hands.

So the sailors stepped aside with awe, holding their unusually "slender" harpoons, and watched as their captain took the lead in demonstrating his skills.

They weren't sure if Chalice could actually do it.

The only chance of survival now is to trust the captain!