Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

"You know what, you really shouldn't say..."

Wirtz clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "Captain, I used to think you looked a bit strange, but now... your face does seem quite handsome. No wonder the governor keeps talking about you."

"The first half of the sentence is quite fair, I have no objection, but let's forget about the second half!"

Chalice sighed, holding his revolver, "I can't handle the Governor's wild and unrestrained love. I'm more conservative, and the person I like is also more conservative."

"At the very least... she has to be a normal woman."

Recall the starkly contrasting image of the Governor of Simon Island.

A chill ran down Chalice's spine.

He shuddered and looked down again at the humanoid monster on the deck, its eyes glazed over and its mind seemingly wandering.

If we ignore the gushing yellow-green pus...

It could actually pass for one's own corpse.

If used properly, this grotesque insect's camouflage ability is comparable to a Stand, and Stands are really useful...

Under Wirtz's command.

The crew members huffed and puffed as they piled the unformed starfish together with the formed human bodies.

These strange creatures from the mysterious sea are certainly terrifying.

But it's not only harmful to humans.

Danger and opportunity coexist.

It is said that the monstrous worm can not only extract phlogiston crystals to power turbines, but may also dissect extraordinary substances.

If they actually dig it up, they'll make a fortune!

The heavy rain gradually subsided.

Instead of looking for raincoats, the group simply braved the drizzling rain to wash the deck and collect the bodies.

The crew members were in high spirits.

All the previous anxiety and fear vanished.

Men who brave the storms have long since become indifferent to life and death.

Eddie, however, found it hard to cheer up; he simply stared sadly at the mangled corpse of the wrecked sailor.

We are good friends who grew up together and boarded the ship together.

Eddie's only consolation was hearing that Captain Cherries was very generous with money, so he shouldn't have to fight for his friend's pension.

After piling the remains of the monstrous insect together with mops and other tools, the crew dared not move it any further.

It's not that they aren't envious of the extraordinary substances that might exist.

However, they were also well aware of the dangers that extraordinary events bring.

Only the extraordinary have the confidence to access extraordinary substances.

As ordinary people, rashly making contact with them could very likely lead to their deaths.

What if these "starfish" aren't completely dead...?

Besides, we're still on the ship.

Even if they risked contact under the watchful eyes of others, the treasure they found would not belong to them.

Even though Captain Cherry had a very good reputation among the many captains on Simon Island, he would not tolerate the fundamental issue of his crew keeping valuable spoils of war.

While silently reviewing this unexpected encounter, Chalis suddenly realized something.

He scanned the crew members present again, and after confirming the list he knew by heart, he was suddenly shocked.

He glanced at Wirtz without making a sound.

The latter understood and quickly came to his side.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

"Have you seen the chief engineer?"

Chalice opened his moisture-proof waist pack and took out the bright yellow bullets from the buckle, loading them one by one into the magazine.

"Russell..."

Wirtz looked around, then his expression changed drastically.

"Damn it! The engine room is at the stern! I haven't seen him for so long, I'm afraid..."

"Gather a few men, bring your weapons, and come with me."

"good!"

Wirtz immediately selected four skilled men, cocked their guns, and followed Cherries to the stern.

However, they hadn't walked more than a few steps.

They bumped right into a familiar figure.

The person who came was shirtless, wearing only a pair of beach shorts.

The pants still had oil stains on them.

It was Russell, the chief engineer of the Homecoming.

"Captain, I'm sorry I'm late."

"It's nothing serious."

Chalice said calmly, "We've eliminated all the invading monsters. Did you encounter any?"

"Oh...it must be one of those starfish, right?"

Russell scratched his head. "You said the turbine compartment can't store guns, so I prepared a claw hammer for self-defense, and it comes in handy!"

Russell chuckled good-naturedly, "Captain, that monster's corpse should be worth quite a bit of money. Why don't you come with me to take a look?"

"You took one down by yourself? Impressive!"

Chalice seemed to have lowered his guard as well. "However, it's a routine check, so please state your position and name!"

"certainly."

Russell said fluently, "Russell, position: Chief Engineer, nickname: 'The Stutterer,' is responsible for the normal operation of the turbines and, when necessary, the extraction of phlogiston in emergencies."

"This engine room is so hot, Captain! You promised me you'd open two vents to cool me off when we get back, don't you remember?"

"Yes... I promised Russell..."

Chalice curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

The already limited smile gradually faded.

He sighed and stared blankly at the chief engineer in front of him, whose expression was somewhat inscrutable.

"Having just acquired the memories, they haven't developed into instincts yet, right?"

The chief engineer tilted his head, seemingly not understanding what Cherries was remarking about.

Chalice raised his revolver and said, slowly and deliberately, through gritted teeth, "Russell... the more nervous he gets, the more he stutters. He's a stutterer!"

"You forgot your nickname! You idiot!"

boom--

Despite the murderous intent in his words.

But Chalice's first shot missed the head.

Instead, he moved down and pierced Russell's left foot.

Unfortunately.

The bursting blood was not the crimson of a normal human.

Instead, it contains yellowish-green pus, just like the monstrous parasite.

Chalice's eyelids twitched slightly, and he waved wearily.

Wirtz and the others, who were already prepared behind them, immediately rushed forward.

Winchester's massive bursts of gunfire were dazzling in the night, and yet another familiar face was swallowed up by the barrage of comments...

……

Make proper arrangements for the aftermath.

Exhausted, Chalice returned to the cockpit.

He took the helm again.

No nautical charts or compasses were used for repositioning.

These two tools, which could be considered navigational marvels, were not his reliable assistants who never missed a day.

A true assistant, in his eyes.

[Legendary Exploration Diary]

Today's Achievements:

Sailing: Returning to Simon Island along the known route, 680 nautical miles sailed today - 1 Legendary Point

Exploration: First encounter with the extraordinary creature, the monstrous insect, and harvest the corresponding materials—9 Legendary Points.

Combat: Command your crew to fight off a swarm of monstrous insects invading the ship; two die, three lightly wounded; uncover the disguise and personally kill the monstrous insects – 15 Legendary Points

Total: 25 Legend Points gained today

[Legendary Value: 98+25]

[Ships] [Sea Charts] [Divination] [Treasure Hunt]

This exploration journal is arguably his greatest asset.

The log's magical function requires Legend Points.

Chalice was able to pilot the Homecoming without ever missing a flight thanks to the routes recorded on the nautical charts.

Its accuracy far surpasses that of all paper nautical charts.

Although he lost a few familiar faces, the haul of materials from the strange insects was plentiful, and the almost doubled legendary value was some consolation for Cherris.

"Finally, I can have that question divined. I hope to get a clear answer. After all... that's the path to extraordinary things..."

"Contact with the extraordinary may bring misfortune, but in this precarious world, it's unlikely that an ordinary person like me can return home safely..."

"I just don't know... which extraordinary path is right for me?"