Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

After having a satisfying meal at the buffet, Cheryl stopped by the Navigators' Association to cancel the "passenger transport" assignment she had previously accepted.

Since the decision has been made to transport the Corleone family's potentially effective fire, this guest of unknown origin cannot board the ship.

Although it may have been a false alarm.

But Charys didn't want to ruin the bigger picture for a little bit of profit.

The decision was made hastily.

Therefore, the supplies on the Homecoming ship were not sufficient.

There are definitely enough untouched emergency supplies.

But we can't exactly give the pampered young members of the Corleone family something as hard as the pie in our hands, can we?

So early in the morning.

Chalice then arrived at the neighborhood on Maro Island where goods were sold.

This place is full of artisan workshops and small processing plants.

Distilled fresh water, pickled salted fish, very low-proof rum...

Almost all the supplies needed for the voyage can be found here.

The sea breeze, carrying the salty, rotten smell of fish entrails and the pungent odor of cheap tobacco, went straight into my nostrils.

Chalice's leather boots swayed on the wet, sticky road, his expression unchanged.

When I first traveled through time.

The filth disgusted him, who was used to cleanliness.

But Sartre only said one sentence at the time.

"Either adapt as soon as possible, or jump into the sea as soon as possible to suffer less."

So Cheryl forced herself to endure it.

Patience means being able to endure!

now.

He walked through a filthy environment comparable to a pigsty built alongside a cesspool, without even frowning or covering his nose.

The gourmet's spirit stubbornly shuts out food that can only be barely swallowed, desperately searching for the source of even the most delicious aromas.

He stopped in front of a butcher shop.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

Give me the knife, I'll cut it myself.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The butcher, who also worked part-time as a butcher, scratched the chest hair between his muscular chest muscles and laughed disdainfully, "You can go and ask around? My meat is anything but cheap, but it's definitely not rotten meat!"

"Whether you're a new customer or a regular, I sell the same meat at the same price. If I overcharge you just because you're a stranger, wouldn't that ruin my reputation? How would I do business then?!"

Faced with the butcher's sarcastic remarks, Cheryl did not get angry but instead said with a relaxed expression, "I bought it precisely because your meat is the best."

"I only want the tenderest pork tenderloin. Don't worry, the price is what it should be."

"Oh?"

The butcher curled his lip in disbelief. "So you're implying you're an expert? If I gave you a knife, could you cut out the tenderest cuts without a single piece of meat?"

"I'll take this piece of meat."

Without wasting words, Cheryl pointed directly to a piece of fresh pork on the cutting board.

He took out a silver coin.

The price of pork is almost a hundred times that of fish for the same weight.

Except for rarer fish.

This is because there is too little land available for aquaculture on the island.

Whether it's pork, lamb, beef, or even chicken, these are not ingredients that ordinary people can afford to eat.

However, considering that distinguished guests were boarding the ship, Cherries still had to spend some money.

He took the butcher's knife from the butcher.

After making a few gestures, Chalice immediately made his cut.

The movements are smooth and the turns are fluid.

There was no pause.

He then separated out the most tender tenderloin.

"Wow! You're really capable!"

The butcher's eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily, "Your knife skills are only slightly better than mine, but being better than me is already quite impressive. I'll only charge you for the tenderloin; the rest is a gift of your skill."

"Need not."

Chalice shook his head. "If you really admire him, then give him some scraps. They're still pork, after all, and they'll be good for my sailors to have a taste."

"You're such a generous captain!"

……

It was nearing noon.

The port of Maro Island was bustling with activity.

There were no gangsters in a retinue, and no lavish displays of gold and silver.

Only two ordinary figures carrying old leather suitcases walked up the gangplank onto the Return Home train.

Walking in front was a boy named Luca.

He wore a faded but perfectly ironed wool coat, and was thin.

His eyes showed no trace of the arrogance and domineering nature of a gangster's son; instead, they revealed a cautiousness born from long-term marginalization and a habit of observing people's expressions.

He gripped the handle of his suitcase tightly, looking at the captain of the ship with some curiosity.

Following behind him was an elderly man with gray hair and a hunched back.

Wearing a faded old sailor uniform, his left hand was missing his little finger and ring finger, and the scars were faintly visible at the cut.

The moment he stepped onto the deck, his cloudy eyes swept over the Homecoming's cables, masts, winches, and the sailors waiting on both sides like those of a hawk.

Just that one glance.

He then got a rough idea of ​​the ship's seaworthiness and armament configuration.

The two men looked at the returning ship.

Chalice was also observing them.

Seeing their unassuming and simple attire, he nodded silently to himself.

Not stupid...

"Captain Cherries, I am Luca Corleone. This is Grandpa Buck, who takes care of me."

The young man bowed slightly, his tone so respectful it was almost restrained.

Chalice nodded expressionlessly.

When faced with a crisis, the Corleone family did not choose their core members, but instead sent a collateral descendant and an old, disabled servant to their ship as "seedlings".

This in itself carries a profound and thought-provoking meaning.

Either they're disposable bait used to lure the Hyenas' attention, or I've misjudged them; these two are hiding a secret.

"Once you board my ship, you have only one identity: a passenger."

Chalice's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable coldness and hardness.

"Wiltz, take them to the guest rooms. Remember, they are not to leave without my permission, and they are not to approach the bridge or engine room."

Old Buck narrowed his eyes slightly, placed his severed finger on his chest, and said hoarsely, "Captain, young master Luca is suffering from severe seasickness and needs some of our family's special herbal incense to be burned..."

"Any unusual items and unidentified drugs that have not been inspected by me are prohibited on board."

Chalice interrupted coldly, his gaze sweeping across the old man's face like a knife.

"If you get seasick, throw up in the bucket. Seasickness will make you nauseous, but it won't kill you. The Homecoming isn't the Corleone family's mansion; this is the Sea of ​​Terror. If you want to live, follow my rules."

The deck fell into dead silence.

The sailors didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

They had witnessed far too many tragedies where entire ships perished because captains were too soft-hearted.

At this moment, I can only feel that my captain is exuding domineering power!

No matter how powerful you are!

Once aboard the Homecoming, everyone has to listen to our captain!

Old Buck gave Chalice a deep look, and instead of getting angry, a relieved smile appeared on his weathered face.

"As you wish, Captain. I meant no offense, but at sea, you are undoubtedly the sole commander."

Chalice keenly caught a fleeting hint of emotion in the old man's eyes.

It seems this old man is no ordinary person.

Every word is a test.

If Chalice had allowed them to light the unknown incense out of pity, who knows what other trouble might have arisen.

In the treacherous sea, mercy and compassion are luxuries; an iron fist is the only necessity for survival.

Chalice turned and walked into the cockpit.

"Weigh anchor! Full speed ahead!"

Accompanied by rough work chants.

The heavy hull of the Homecoming slowly moved away from its berth and plunged into the turbulent waters off Maro Island...