Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

"First Mate, is the trajectory normal?"

Wirtz, who was inspecting the ship's wake at the stern, gave a thumbs-up to Cherris on the gangway.

Chalice returned to the bridge and shouted into the intercom leading to the engine room, "Chief Engineer! Turbine status!"

"Captain! We checked it before setting sail! And everything is normal during operation!"

Amidst the rumbling noise, Max's meticulous answer greatly pleased Cherries.

Sartre's recommendation was indeed quite capable.

Although the salary is not low, they definitely have real skills.

This is enough.

Chalice isn't afraid to spend money.

The world's currency is truly external to him!

He doesn't belong here, and he doesn't want to stay here.

There's no need to rack your brains to save money for retirement.

Are you kidding me!

Who wants to spend their whole life in this godforsaken place!

"Just stay normal, Chief Engineer. You can open the engine room door and go out for some fresh air every now and then."

Chalice suggested, "The engine room's loudspeakers are designed to be very loud; you can hear them even outside the door, so you don't have to worry about missing any messages."

"Understood, Captain! But I still want to familiarize myself with this turbine a bit more!"

"Alright, alright! Whatever! Just say what's on your mind, don't keep it bottled up!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Captain!"

The voyage that followed went smoothly.

However, it's different from before.

This time, Chai Li specially ordered the sailors to cast their fishing nets before lunch, in preparation to catch a few fresh fish for a treat.

In the past, efficiency was pursued.

Charys usually just lets Rumlow cook something simple with the prepared ingredients to fill his stomach.

But the gourmet's discerning palate made him drool over these lively, delicious creatures from the sea.

Rumlow's culinary skills finally had a chance to shine.

For the first time ever, Cheryl's plate was decorated with pan-fried fish fillets, salt and pepper fish bones, and a bowl of milky white fish soup.

"Crunch..."

With Cheryl's sharp teeth, the salt and pepper fish bones were so crispy that they crumbled with a single bite.

Although Rumlow had prepared several times more food for the captain, Cherries was still somewhat unsatisfied.

Just as he was about to order the net to be cast again, Wirtz's tense voice came through the communication channel.

"captain!"

There seems to be something at the four o'clock position!

Cherries looked up and met Rumlow's equally astonished eyes.

He rushed out of the cabin and the kitchen in three quick steps.

"What's going on!?"

Chalice flung open the cockpit door, grabbed the brass binoculars, and aimed them in the direction the first mate had mentioned.

About 300 meters away, the once calm, dark green sea surface was now rippling with waves.

Chalice adjusted the focus and zoomed in, discovering that there were more than a dozen gray-black triangular dorsal fins, like sharp blades cutting through the sea, approaching the Homecoming at an astonishing speed.

"Tsk... This is bad..."

Chalice analyzed in a low voice, "These things look like a school of sharks; there are at least a dozen, maybe even more than twenty, with their dorsal fins showing!"

Wirtz kept his eyes glued to the helm.

"When did you catch up with us?"

"I don't know. Maybe the smell of blood lingered on the side of the ship when they threw away those entrails, and those beasts smelled it and followed us here."

Cherries put down his binoculars.

Because the sharks had closed to within 100 meters of the starboard side of the Homecoming, the magnified view of the telescopes could hardly keep up with their fast-moving dorsal fins.

"Everyone! Situation! Unidentified shark approaching on starboard side, prepare for emergency! Do not approach the ship's side!"

Chalice relayed the order to the entire ship via megaphone.

The sailors, who had just finished lunch, immediately rushed to the deck.

boom--

A dull thud came from the starboard side.

The Homecoming ship shuddered slightly, and buckets and mops on the deck rolled off the deck.

Chalice also caught a glimpse of the shark's dorsal fin.

He recognized more of the people in the restaurant.

"It's a greytip reef shark!"

Cherry yelled into the communications duct, "Chief Engineer! Turbines at full load! Don't give them a chance to get around to the stern and bite the propeller blades!"

Push the joystick all the way down.

The train suddenly accelerated.

"Understood, Captain!"

Max's serious voice also came back through the megaphone.

The turbine's horsepower can be controlled from the cockpit, but the turbine needs to be refueled and troubleshooted at any time.

This is the responsibility of the engine room crew.

"First mate, don't go in a straight line! But don't sway too much either!"

"I understand!"

Wirtz casually agreed, "Don't worry, Captain! I promise I won't let those itchy-toothed dogs chew up the oars!"

Cherry entrusted the important task of keeping the Homecoming going to the first mate and the chief engineer.

He himself went to the deck to prepare to meet the enemy.

"Get the harpoons ready! If they dare show their faces, throw them out with all your might!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Eddie swallowed hard, his palms sweating as he gripped the harpoon.

Chalice scanned the rippling sea surface, quickly considering a solution.

Greytip sharks are common predators.

One or two are not enough to pose a fatal threat to the ship.

However, a group of more than twenty greytip sharks can cause irreparable damage to the hull through continuous ramming and biting.

After all, with these creatures swimming around in the sea, even the most skilled craftsman couldn't go down to the sea to repair it.

Damage control inside the ship's hold is essentially a helpless measure taken after the other side has already breached the hull.

Chalice didn't want to sit idly by and wait for his doom.

But what he was really worried about was not these graytip sharks that were openly lurking.

In my mind.

A scarlet dot of light is flashing on the nautical chart!

That's the mark of an extraordinary being!

Only marine creatures that are extremely close can trigger the radar effect on the nautical chart, which means that the strongest enemy the Homecoming is facing at this moment has appeared, but has not yet shown itself!

where?

Chalice frowned as he examined the changes on the nautical chart, trying to predict when the other party would appear from the trajectory of the scarlet dot.

"Oh no! It's coming!"

Chalice's expression changed drastically. "Move away from the port side! Hold on tight! First mate! Hard starboard!"

The Homecoming Express began to turn almost immediately.

But almost simultaneously with the ship changing course.

A huge splash erupted on the port side.

next second!

A giant gray-white shark, over six meters long, surfaced and slammed its powerful tail fin against the hull of the Homecoming!

Click-clack—

With a loud bang, the rivets flew off!

The two sailors were caught off guard and thrown into the air.

Chalice reacted quickly and grabbed one man's pants, but couldn't save the other.

The unfortunate sailor screamed and flew up, only to tumble over the ship's railing and plunge into the foamy sea.

Chary gritted his teeth, grabbed the lifebuoy, and was about to throw it overboard when he witnessed a scene that enraged him.

There was no one on the sea surface, only a gradually expanding crimson blood mist.

Several dorsal fins darted about frantically.

The sailor's fate was self-evident...

"Damn it!"

Chalice slammed his fist on the gunwale with a grim expression.

A huge black shadow swam past in the underwater shadows.

Chalice drew his gun without hesitation and fired, but no blood splattered.

This damned beast is not only enormous, but it has also awakened some intelligence!

Unlike other greytip sharks, it doesn't blindly charge.

Instead, they would launch a surprise attack, shake the people off the ship, and then calmly tear them apart.

This troublesome thing must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous the situation will be for them!

Not only would the crew's emotions collapse, but more importantly, what if the ship's power were to be disrupted...?

In this vast ocean...

They really have no choice but to wait to die!