Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

The next morning.

Chalice opened his eyes naturally, took his gun into the bathroom, took a cold shower, and then came to the hotel restaurant feeling refreshed.

In the past, he would simply buy a couple of grilled crab legs or fish sausages on the way to breakfast.

But that's not possible now.

Food connoisseurs are not only more discerning about food, but they also have much larger appetites.

Fortunately, this hotel, designed for navigators, offers all basic services free of charge, with only special services incurring charges.

Cherries enjoyed a delicious free buffet.

After chewing and swallowing the last three fried eggs, he rinsed his mouth with cream of mushroom soup and then got up to head to the Navigators' Association.

Early in the morning.

There are also quite a few people in the Navigators' Association.

To be precise.

There's never a time when this place is deserted; it's just a bit quieter late at night.

When Cheryl arrived on the second floor, staff members immediately came to serve him.

"I'd like to take on Black Iron-level transport missions to Maro Island. Could you help me filter them?"

"Of course, please wait a moment."

The young woman in uniform smiled sweetly and, after searching for a while, took out a few pages of documents.

"Captain, these nine are all transport missions heading towards Mara Island in the near future. Which one do you prefer?"

"Which one...?"

Chalice skimmed through all the documents.

He was different from other captains.

The gang leader also mentioned this last night.

Even for a captain accustomed to the safe route between Simon Island and Maro Island, it would typically take five days.

But Chalice only needs three days!

Rounding up or down can be considered twice as fast!

This is because even if other captains have nautical charts that have been verified countless times, they cannot guarantee that the ship will always stay on the course without deviating at all.

Besides the exploration ships heading into uncharted waters.

Other fishing boats, transport ships, and other vessels rely on nautical charts, compasses, celestial observations, and even some extraordinary means to reposition themselves and adjust their course.

This requires not only the captain's skills, but also the helmsman's energy.

After all, an air route is not a road; you can't just close your eyes and follow the road to reach your destination.

Energetic captains adjust course every hour, while some captains, being a little lazy, take several hours or even half a day to reorient themselves.

This is the fundamental reason why, even though the routes are known, the travel times vary.

With the help of the [Sea Chart], Chalice can achieve near-perfect navigation with almost no deviation.

This incredible skill.

It's not unique to Cherries.

As far as he knew, there were many experienced captains who were used to sailing the Simon Island and Maro Island routes and could cover a similar distance.

Therefore, Chalice is not afraid of revealing his special status.

"This...this, and this too."

Chalice pulled out three documents and handed them to the staff.

"Please register me!"

"Okay, please show me your badge."

soon.

Chalice then brought the documents to the dock.

He first went to check the Homecoming Express.

"Hmm... Captain?"

Wirtz rubbed his sleepy eyes and blew his red, bulbous nose.

"Why are you here so early today? Do you have work to do again?"

"That's right, go and call someone!"

Chalice didn't waste any words.

"It would be best to gather everything before noon. This time it's the same route; several shipments need to be transported to Maro Island. I think many people will be interested in the rewards for the Black Iron quest."

"Let alone them, even I'm tempted."

Wirtz muttered, "By the way, Captain. I drank half the night with that pot-bellied Rumlow last night, so the Homecoming's drink reserves might be a bit low, you see..."

"understood."

"You guys! You're already on shore, why do you have to hide on the boat and drink your sorrows away?" Chai Lisi said helplessly.

"If others find out, they'll think I'm a jerk who cuts your paychecks! I give you guys so much money every time, can't I spend some at the bar!?"

"Heh heh! Captain, you just don't understand, do you?"

Wirtz scratched his head and chuckled, "You have to pay for drinks at the tavern yourself, but drinking on the ship is considered a loss, so it's practically free!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Chalice kicked the first mate hard in the backside, sending him off the gangway.

"Do you think I need your money for drinks? Get your job done quickly and efficiently!"

"Understood, Captain! Remember to refill the wine!"

Wirtz covered his backside and jogged away.

Rumlow stretched and squeezed out of the cabin door.

This guy is nearly two meters tall and has a protruding belly.

It's really a bit "wrong" for a small cargo ship like the Homecoming.

Good morning, Captain!

"morning."

Challis casually instructed, "I'll go handle the cargo transfer formalities. The Wirtzla people have gone. You stretch on the deck and keep an eye on the ship."

"Understood, Captain."

Cherries disembarked from the Homecoming and arrived at the warehouse set up by the Navigators' Association at the dock.

This is also the largest warehouse at the dock.

Most of the goods for transportation tasks are stored here in advance.

The captain only needs to bring the mission documents to pick up the cargo.

Two hours later.

Wirtz hurriedly arrived at the dock with Eddie and other familiar faces.

I noticed the cargo containers piled up beside the ship.

These people didn't complain; instead, their faces were filled with eager anticipation.

Crew members sell their skills, sailors sell their physical labor.

Chalice is never stingy when it comes to pay, and he always distributes money fairly, rewarding those who work harder.

So when the sailors saw so many cargo boxes, and then they remembered the first mate's boasts about the Iron-class mission all along the way, they realized...

Their first thought was that if they did a good job this time, they would definitely make a lot of money!

After a brief greeting.

There's no need for Cheryl to yell and lecture him.

The sailors spontaneously and enthusiastically got to work.

Cargo containers stacking, cable securing, waterproof tarpaulin...

Seeing that everything was in good order, Cherries sent Rumlow to buy supplies while he went to find the last "patron" of the voyage.

Arrive at the Blood Hands' warehouse at the docks according to the address.

The location is remote and the warehouse is small.

The sign on the door reads "Spare Warehouse of a Chamber of Commerce".

But after knocking three long and two short times in a secret signal, the person who opened the door had a familiar tattoo on his neck.

He was the leader of the Blood Hand Gang.

"You've arrived!"

The gang leader didn't waste any words and quickly waved to signal.

"The invoice for this batch of goods is for flavored ham. You've checked it and there are no problems, so it's yours now."

Chalice took the receipt and personally pried open ten boxes of weapons for careful inspection.

After confirming that there were no problems, he nodded to the gang leader.

"Come with me."

Chalice led them to the Homecoming.

The sailors on deck looked at these menacing-looking gang members with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of fear.

The dockworkers, who were maintaining order, caught a glimpse of the black iron badge on Cherry's chest and turned to walk toward the other ships.

I thought I would have to use my words more.

I never imagined that Captain Black Iron's identity would be so useful...

Chalice watched as the last batch of goods was loaded onto the ship and nodded to the gang leader.

The whistle of the Return Home ship sounded again.

The cargo ship, now with a much deeper draft than it had in the early morning, slowly sailed out of the port. Its turbines were running at a steady power, and its abundant horsepower propelled it to gradually accelerate.

Chalice entered the cockpit and took the helm with both hands.

"Phew...it feels so familiar! I hope my first inter-island voyage as a Black Iron Navigator goes smoothly!"