Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Under Chalice's shameless and persistent pestering, Sartre impatiently threw out a dismissive remark: "You didn't seem like a bad guy when you looked so stupid back then."

The topic has finally come to an end.

The two arrived at the port together.

The long-awaited crew members were finally saved.

After Chalice presented the permit issued by Director Jack, the port staff took these people to the church for forced purification.

sometimes.

The trouble with the process lies in the responsibility.

The staff didn't want to waste time here either.

But they didn't want to take responsibility, so they could only wait for news from above.

Amid the sailors' grateful thanks, Cherries didn't look at them, but instead boarded the Homecoming ship, which was moored nearby, with Sartre.

"Oh! Who is this?"

Wirtz feigned surprise and exclaimed, "Captain, this old gentleman's attire makes him look more like a captain than you do. Could this be the new captain you've found for us?"

"You're absolutely right, you drunkard!"

Sartre laughed and punched Wirtz on the shoulder.

"I'm back as captain right now, and the first thing I'll do is stop giving you free drinks. You'll either have to pay for them yourself, or you'd better watch your mouth!"

"Damn! That's terrifying!"

Wirtz shouted dramatically, "Captain, get this crazy old bastard off the ship! I swear I'm absolutely loyal to you!"

"Swear allegiance to me?"

While inspecting the ship's side, Chalice said with a smile without turning his head, "I think your punishment is quite reasonable! Either quit drinking, or shut up! Or both shut up and quit drinking—that's all good!"

"The captain is right!"

Rumlow wiped his hands and came onto the deck. "I wholeheartedly agree, and... it's been a long time, Mr. Sartre!"

"You look much better now that you're ashore than when you were captain. Life on the island must have been quite comfortable, right?"

"Moisturizing? It's just so-so..."

Sartre gestured with his chin toward his old friend, "If your captain didn't bother me every time he returned to the island, I'd probably look even better!"

Sartre's gaze was filled with undisguised emotion as he looked at the two remaining veteran crew members.

The veteran crew members have tragically perished one after another.

Sartre never complained about Chéris.

Deaths are inevitable when going out to sea.

He himself gave out at least three-figure sums of compensation when he was a captain.

The most I ever delivered was twenty-two portions.

For a cargo ship like the Tulip, which is not particularly large, the loss of twenty-two crew members is a devastating blow.

It was that painful experience that made Sartre consider retiring.

The ideals Sartre set in his youth gradually crumbled with the wear and tear of the years. The threats and suspicions from the association, and even the appearance of Cherries, this "good student," only added fuel to the fire of Sartre's disheartened thoughts.

The trigger for everything was that voyage.

Only by personally experiencing such a desperate disaster can one understand why many captains, after narrowly escaping death, never dare to go to sea again.

Sartre managed to hold on for several more years, which shows he was a captain with a very strong mind.

Moved by the scene, he quickly turned his head away and looked away.

"We paid you two the highest salaries, not so you could do stand-up comedy! Come and see where the whaling cannon is best mounted!"

"Isn't it just installing a cannon?"

After taking a big gulp, Wirtz chuckled and said, "The captain has finally decided to spend money to add a cannon to the Homecoming. That's really a good thing!"

"But in my opinion, the captain is at most willing to equip the ship with small cannons with a caliber of 20 or 30 millimeters. Those things are good for intimidating people, but they don't recognize the things in the sea... Wait a minute!"

"A whaling cannon!?"

Upon returning to port, Wirtz, who was drunk, finally came to his senses.

He ranted and raved for a while before realizing that the captain wasn't going to install small-caliber naval guns, but rather whaling cannons used to hunt large sea monsters like whales!

"Are you... are you kidding me!?"

In his haste, his already somewhat numb tongue became even more difficult to move.

"We're going whale hunting? The Homecoming has never done anything like this before! The only time we did it was by finding a bone, and that was thanks to the monsters killing each other!"

"Hehehe... Wake up, First Mate."

Sartre stepped forward and patted Wirtz's face. "You look so confused, it's hard to tell if you're worried or excited."

"Of course I'm excited!"

Wirtz suddenly raised the bottle. "Whales are full of valuable treasures! The meat is edible, and the thick, white layer under the skin is all extractable blubber!"

"Not to mention the skeleton, there are plenty of collectors willing to spend a lot of money to add items to their aesthetically pleasing, garbage-like collections!"

"Uh...they're the ones who paid, isn't it a bit too hurtful to say that to them..."

Wirtz blushed and muttered incessantly.

"If it's an extraordinary creature, it'll be even more valuable! Especially those whales that like to go to the deep sea, their stomachs might contain some deep-sea specialties!"

"Oh my god! If there really are some undigested deep-sea creatures, wouldn't we be rolling in money...?"

Wirtz was getting more and more excited as he talked, completely absorbed in his fantasy.

Chalice interrupted helplessly, "First mate! All of this is on the condition that we find the prey and bring it back alive!"

"So...get over here and study this properly! We'll have plenty of time to daydream once we've towed the whale back to port!"

Both Sartre and Charys tacitly agreed that this mission was an assessment.

It's not that they don't believe Wirtz and Rumlow.

The fewer people who know about this, the better.

After all, this was a backdoor that Jack gave him.

Logically speaking...

Chalice, a first-tier extraordinary individual who had only recently become a bronze captain, certainly wouldn't catch the eye of the association's higher-ups.

The core captain positions will inevitably favor those Silver-class navigators who are eager to break through the third-tier barrier.

However, the Navigators' Association is not monolithic. Other high-ranking members might actually be happy to see Jack use his own spot to recruit Cheryl...

……

The Return Home ship slowly came to a stop at the shipyard.

Modifying and adding features to a ship is not a game; it can't be done in a day or two.

The harmonious integration of the original hull with the new equipment requires experienced craftsmen to achieve a seamless finish.

If we consider a ship as a human body.

Take a turbine as an example.

Replacing the engine with a more powerful turbine is like getting a more powerful "heart," but a turbine alone cannot directly increase the speed.

As the heart becomes stronger, the legs and feet must keep up.

The propeller connected to the turbine, and even the surrounding hull structure, need to be reinforced to withstand the turbine's violent power.

Otherwise, the ship is very likely to break due to uneven stress.

Every piece of experience is a lesson learned through blood and tears.

Therefore, Chai Lisi generally listens to the advice of professionals and absolutely respects their right to speak.

"Please take a look. This is all the modifications you need for now. Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

Sartre once again used his old face to find a highly experienced and extraordinary shipwright for Chalice.

This Level 2 [Craftsman] of the Abundance Rank has been immersed in the ship repair industry for a full thirty years and can definitely be considered the "treasure" of the Simon Island Shipyard!

Chalice, of course, didn't stand on ceremony either.

This is the ship that will accompany him through life and death; even the King of Heaven himself would have to wait for him to figure things out!

His gaze swept back and forth.

After confirming several times that none of the previously decided projects had been missed, Chalice calculated his wallet and then looked at the overall expected effect of the ship.

He licked his lips. "My turbine... I guess I should replace it too! Second-hand stuff is still second-hand stuff, and in critical moments when it needs to be fully loaded, you can't help but worry about it blowing up..."

"So what model are you looking for? I do have original parts for the mainstream turbine models. What are your pricing considerations?"

"The Glorious Series! The Glorious Turbine!"

With burning eyes, Cheryls announced the turbine he had been longing for.

The obsession with modifying ships is like choosing car options on an app.

Although I can't afford it right now.

But some of your favorite items are so appealing that just looking at them can make you want to mix and match them endlessly...

Who says guys don't care about fashion?

It's just that I'm short of money!

Now that we have the money and a reason to drastically modify the ship, we might as well go all out and replace it with the magnificent turbine engine that Cherry has been eyeing for a long time!