Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chapter 103 Report

The clerk who boarded the ship for inspection temporarily detained the vessel.

Susanna winked at Cherries, a request he had made not long ago.

We met again.

Susanna was both surprised and puzzled.

When Susanna met Cherissa again, she wanted to have a good talk with him and see if there was a chance to get intimate.

But Chalis's first words were to ask her to help temporarily halt the "acceptance" process for the Homecoming.

Is this in accordance with the rules?

It seems there's really nothing wrong with it.

Every ship needs to be inspected upon arrival at port.

The established process is not entirely rigid.

There are many nuances to consider, even just in terms of the order of inspection and the tightness of the fit.

The Homecoming was already a ship that was almost "exempt from inspection".

As long as there are no major problems.

The staff won't make things difficult for Cherries.

Who doesn't know that Cherry has become the core captain of the association? Who would bother to cause trouble for this promising young man?

Everyone just goes to work and gets paid. It sounds really satisfying to use your power to be a little capricious and make things difficult for this young man whose status has risen so high.

But—it's completely unnecessary!

Even a secure job can be smashed.

In this world, the captain's status, combined with his extraordinary abilities, practically grants him the ability to do whatever he wants.

So when Susanna heard Cheryl lean close to her ear and make that "presumptuous" request...

Susanna, her ears burning and cheeks flushed, was so surprised that the little deer in her heart, caught off guard, crashed and died on her own high breasts.

She even wondered if she had misheard.

How could a captain voluntarily request to detain his ship in port and prevent his crew from disembarking?

But the stench emanating from under the deck tarpaulin made Susanna instinctively afraid to think about it further.

There must be a corpse inside.

It's definitely a corpse!

Such a large scale—just how many monsters did Captain Cherry kill?

Susanna took a deep breath to calm herself, the stench filling her nostrils making her smile somewhat forced.

"Then... Captain Chalice, shall we go?"

She pleaded softly.

Chalice nodded and followed her off the ship.

All the sailors, including the crew, were kept behind.

No one may leave the Homecoming without a formal order from the association.

This is exactly the effect Cherries wanted.

He needs to preserve the "crime scene" as much as possible.

The corpse shark attack was definitely not an accident.

There are so many conspiracies involved here, and Charys doesn't want to be a fool and take the blame for it all.

Why not seek out a powerful backer?

Are you out of your mind?!

Chalice wouldn't be foolish enough to confront cultists alone.

If Jack's handling of the situation doesn't put his mind at ease.

Cherries will most likely have to make another trip to church.

Faced with persecution by cults, of course we must launch a "righteous" report to the True God Church!

He hadn't forgotten that although the taxes he paid on each mission were collected by the association, the governor's office and the local church would all receive a share.

in other words.

Associations, churches, governors—I support them all!

When something happens.

Isn't it only natural to ask these people who charge money for help?

The special patterned badge that symbolizes the core is very prestigious.

After several days, Cherries once again went up to the third floor of the Navigators' Association and passed through various guards without any hindrance.

Knock, knock, knock. "Come in."

Jack glanced up casually, and then raised his head again, which had already been lowered.

"Chilis!? You're back!"

The bald old man rarely showed such excitement.

"I heard you were urging me to come back, so here I am—I just finished maintenance on the Homecoming Ship and I'm back."

Cherry closed the office door behind him.

Footsteps and conversations in the corridor were silenced.

Jack looked Cheryl up and down, his eyes filled with both relief and a hint of lingering fear.

"Looks like nothing's wrong. You little brat—how did you end up running into this evil god statue?"

"I was about to say that too!"

Cheryl sat down across the desk without any hesitation.

He was unusually relaxed.

This office was the second place, after Sartre's tavern, where he could relax without a care in the world.

Actually, the Homecoming ship should be considered one, but every time I board it, it's either for a mission or for upgrades and modifications.

The ship brings profits, but it also puts pressure on the captain.

So as long as we reach the shore.

Chalice rarely stays on the Homecoming.

"I'll believe it was an accident this time for now. But this can't happen again; good luck doesn't always favor me."

"Intelligence issues are also my problems."

Jack sincerely apologized, "From now on, I will only issue you classified missions that I have personally verified."

"I won't trust anyone else—not even Blake and his group. This mission—alas! It was a case of good intentions gone wrong!"

"Blake was thinking of me, and I was trying to earn you honors. But a mistake is a mistake—a lowly mistake."

"That was a mistake; it will never happen again."

"Just keep it in mind."

Charys smiled casually, "Anyway, I will definitely observe carefully before taking any action in the future. Don't bother me with any urgent missions."

He established the rules in a joking tone.

He then recounted the attack he encountered on his way home.

"What?"

Jack frowned, his already bald face becoming even more serious and solemn.

"Corpse Sharks? Damn it! It's those power-obsessed lunatics corrupted by the abyss again!"

He cursed grimly, "The glory of humanity's golden age was ruined by this bunch of scoundrels! The increasingly dire situation is also inextricably linked to their clandestine sabotage!"

Seeing that Jack's anger had subsided slightly, Cherries began to briefly recount the cause and effect of that encounter.

This leads to the discovery of the peculiar little item in the dead sailor's baggage.

"bone?"

"That's right."

Chalice briefly summarized: "It looks like an infant's arm bone, wrapped in runic leather, which isolates it from spirituality and pollution."

"I suspect it was a tracking beacon used to guide the corpse shark. It's a pity the sailor carrying it was killed by the shark; otherwise, we'd have had another witness—"

"Stanley — Stanley —"

Jack repeated it softly a few times.

"You're on a classified mission; the sailors were all screened by the association, right?"

Seeing that Charys nodded, he continued, "That makes things easier. I'll send a message to Blake and ask him to check the background checks on Maro Island."

"If it's confirmed that guy really is a cultist—"

Jack's brow furrowed with resentment. "The people responsible must be held accountable. First and foremost, those who approved his application will not escape punishment. That's the association's business."

Chalice interjected, "The Corpse Sharks are still on the Homecoming! Those corpses should still have some residual spirit; maybe we can find some clues."

Jack understood what he meant and reached for the crank phone on the desk.

"This is Jack! Contact Operations!"

"Notify Captain Maguire of the action team that I need him to prepare an isolation barge and a dedicated investigation team to handle the contamination, along with purification equipment and sealing containers. Meet me at the port in fifteen minutes!"

Seeing Jack pick up the phone and give orders, Cheryl felt much more relaxed.

It's better to report it!

It would be even better if someone would take action if I reported it!

That's fantastic if someone takes charge and acts immediately!