Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

"Captain Chalice, you will receive a total of 120 points and 240 gold coins for this mission. Do you have any further comments?"

"no."

Suppressing his excitement, Cherries confirmed the clerk's procedures in as calm a tone as possible.

"Okay, please give me your badge, and I'll archive your points and issue your reward. Would you prefer coins or checks?"

"Cheque."

Chalice gave the answer he had already prepared.

"By the way, when will the next round of insider trading take place?"

"Hmm...an internal trading meeting, huh...?"

The girl with a ponytail behind the counter raised her hand, rested her chin on it, and pondered for a few seconds before smiling brightly.

"Two days later, sir."

The clerk stood up respectfully, holding the badge in his left palm and a freshly stamped check in his right.

"Please keep this safe, sir. There is a slight delay of a few minutes in the points archiving process, which is normal."

"Thanks for reminding me, goodbye."

Cherries pinned the badge to the lining of his trench coat and then took the check stamped with a bright red seal.

He flicked the check in a rather pleasant mood, the unique resilience of the check returning to his fingertips.

Cherries smiled politely at the clerk, then quickly and quietly left the counter.

Two hundred and forty gold coins...

Finally, the money's in my pocket...

……

Back to port.

Chalice handed over the purification certificate issued by the church and the mission certificate issued by the association to the staff, which finally freed the crew members who had been holding back for so long.

He felt the eager eyes of everyone looking up and carried the money box that everyone had been waiting for from the captain's cabin.

"Same as always, line up and get yours one by one."

After giving a brief explanation, Cherris handed over the task of distributing the money to Wirtz.

This used to be a job where money was distributed.

He usually does everything himself.

Because the captain's prestige is largely tied to the crew's pay.

Personally distributing the full amount of money to the crew can greatly enhance the captain's prestige and solidify his position.

However, Chalice was really tired today.

The only option was to bring in Wirtz as a paid laborer.

The scheduled treatment time with Isabel was in the afternoon.

It wasn't that Charys didn't want to treat them on the spot, it's just that there was still another boatload of patients...

Do not……

Actually, there were two ships, or even three ships!

Three ships were waiting for him!

Chalice had no choice but to deal with the more urgent matters first before tending to his non-fatal injury.

"What's the rush? Why are you pushing?"

Wirtz hissed, "Stand still!"

"When has the Homecoming Express ever paid you less? Anyone who disrupts order will be the last one paid!"

Cherris sat relaxed on a wooden barrel.

He leaned on the edge of the bucket, looking tired but with a smile on his face as he watched this scene.

This was one of the few times he felt relaxed.

Although the captain's responsibilities were heavy, he always tried his best to bring the crew back safe and sound and enable them to earn a living.

Chalice was still very proud inside.

Going to sea is indeed a high-risk job.

But these islanders, who have no special skills, can only go out to sea to risk their lives or do all sorts of mentally and physically demanding jobs.

Shipyards, repair shops, munitions factories...

These high-end manufacturing industries require professionals.

What's left for the islanders, who are mostly illiterate, are small workshops and processing plants with rudimentary facilities.

The risks are not necessarily lower than going to sea.

The fact that the average age on Simon Island is only 45 years old gives a glimpse into the harshness of the living environment.

Simon Island is also recognized as a "retirement paradise" in the surrounding waters.

Because the governors here have all been kind-hearted and willing to maintain some welfare and relief systems.

Ultimately, Chalice chose to stay on Simon Island to focus on his studies and development.

Aside from Sartre's kindness, the most important reason was that he traveled all over the surrounding islands with the Tulip.

In the end, we found that Simon Island was more comfortable.

At least they won't be easily "killed"...

"Thank you, Captain!"

"Captain! We're off then!"

"Want a drink, Captain? We'll chip in and treat you to a striptease. I know a place..."

"Get out! Get out now!"

Chalice waved his hand impatiently, "When will you young people be as mature as me!"

"You can't wait to spend every penny you have! At this rate, you might end up performing a striptease one day!"

"How could that be! Who would have the time to watch a man do a striptease!"

"Hey! You know what? I know a bar that only lets men in, and the shows there are really exciting..."

……

The crew members bid farewell to Cherries with laughter and jokes, and disembarked in twos and threes, leaving the port.

Chalice watched them leave once again.

He took the money box and locked it back in the captain's cabin.

"I'm leaving now. Take good care of the house."

"Okay...okay!"

Wirtz skillfully popped the bottle cap open and began to drink.

Chalice didn't say much and disembarked alone.

He went to the bronze ship next door.

The ship, which has lost its captain, remains under surveillance.

The crew members, having heard the excitement of the Homecoming's recent paycheck, were now clinging to the ship's railing, gazing longingly at Cherries.

"Don't worry, I'll go find someone to handle it right away."

Chalice left behind a promise.

He left in a hurry...

……

"Hey! Aren't you doing business in broad daylight?"

I heard that familiar cacophony.

Sartre rolled his eyes in annoyance, but still opened the door with a slight smile on his lips.

At the same time as the door opens.

He resumed his disdainful expression, intending to say something to Chai Lisi.

However, the perception of a second-tier Sea Clan member is extremely sharp.

Sartre could tell almost immediately upon seeing Cherris that the latter was seriously injured.

He frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "The exploration mission must be difficult, right? What happened? How did it turn out like this?"

"It's a long story."

Charys laughed nonchalantly, "Just a few thorns..."

"Oh!"

Sartre sneered, "It's one thing to put on an act in front of outsiders, but to do the same to me? Aren't you hurt at all?"

"Hiss...it doesn't hurt!"

"It's a little tough," Cherries said, grimacing.

Sartre saw that he was still in the mood to talk nonsense, and realized that the guy's injuries were not serious but not serious.

Chalice picked up the green fairy that Sartre had poured, took a sip, and then told him everything he had done on the island.

The process is brief, but the key points are detailed.

The main issue is what to do with that search vessel...

This was the first time Cherissa had encountered something like this, and she had no experience, so she came to Sartre for advice.

"This kind of thing... can be a small matter or a big one."

Sartre slowly began to speak: "If you are exploring an unknown island or an island with unclear information, then bringing back other ships would be a great achievement."

"However, the islands investigated this time were only vaguely known, not completely unknown. Besides, you only 'led' those two ships back, not actually brought them back, so your contribution will definitely be less significant."

"It doesn't matter, it was just something I did on the spur of the moment."

Chalice was very open-minded. "As long as there's a reward, it's a huge win. I just hope there won't be any punishment that comes out of the end."

"No, that won't happen..."

Sartre raised an eyebrow. "Don't even mention that Finn is dead and can't testify. Even if you didn't kill him with that shot and he came back alive..."

"As long as you complete the mission, as long as you don't recklessly draw your gun and fire indiscriminately in front of them, those retired old fogies will just turn a blind eye."

"Does the captain have such privileges?"

Chalice couldn't help but be curious.

"It's not that captains have special privileges, but rather that capable captains have special privileges..."

Sartre, unusually dressed in a formal suit, tilted his head towards the door.

"Let's go! You brat, it's time to show you what the captain's 'privileges' really mean!"