Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chalice did not respond.

She just stared at him coldly.

Hawke wasn't embarrassed and continued, "The reward for this task is based on the results; whoever finishes first gets the lion's share."

"Look at you, you're badly injured! And what about the things on that island... I'm afraid there's not much left?"

He paused, then smiled and said, "How about this..."

"I won't ask for much! Just give me a Bloodthorn Fruit, and my trip won't have been in vain. I'll escort you back through the whole city, and we can be friends. How about that?"

The three sailors behind Hawke simultaneously straightened their guns.

The air suddenly froze.

Rumlow and the others instinctively gripped their weapons tighter.

Chalice was silent for two seconds.

Then he curled the corners of his mouth, his smile appearing particularly sinister against his blood-scabbed face.

"Captain Hawke, you're late."

Chalice's voice was not loud, but it was firm and resolute.

"I burned all the bloodthorn trees. I picked the bloodthorn berries too. But these are all rightfully mine, and there's no reason for you to take away the spoils I fought so hard for."

Hawke's smile froze.

His expression changed several times, but in the end he patiently advised, "Young man, don't speak too confidently."

"I'm a reasonable person... If it were any other captain, seeing you like this, they probably would have already grabbed you..."

"I know."

Chalice interrupted him.

"It's precisely because you didn't directly steal it that I'm speaking to you politely. Otherwise..."

He slowly pulled something out from behind his waist.

A tin can.

Hawke's gaze fell on the can, and his expression changed slightly.

He recognized it.

Phosphate injection canister.

In Simon Island's arms circles, the price and power of this thing are no secret.

"I have one last can left."

Cherries weighed the can in his hand, speaking in a flat tone as if he were discussing the weather.

"Guess... what would happen if I threw it at you? What if I threw it onto the deck of your ship?"

Hawke's smile vanished completely.

He stared at the can in Cherry's hand, then glanced at the revolver Cherry was clutching tightly.

None of them were easy to deal with.

More importantly...

He saw what was in Chalice's eyes.

It's not just the bravado of those young punks.

This is the look in the eyes of a ruthless person who has truly killed, seen blood, and teetered on the brink of life and death.

There is no ruthlessness or ferocity, only an indifference that comes from seeing through everything and being fearless of everything.

This kind of person...

If you don't value your own life, you naturally won't value the lives of others either...

Hawke quickly weighed the risks and benefits.

The young man with black hair was indeed in very poor condition. He must have gone through a tough battle, and it was hard to say whether he even had the strength to throw that can of phlogiston over there.

But he didn't dare to gamble.

Although he took on this investigation mission for the high risk and high reward, Hawke didn't want to risk his life against a dangerous guy for a mission.

Winning a bet can indeed bring huge rewards.

However, it wasn't big enough to gamble with oneself.

The silence lingered on the rocky beach for a good ten seconds.

The sea breeze howled.

finally.

Hawke chuckled and took half a step back.

"Bro...you've got quite a temper."

He raised his hand to signal the sailors behind him to lower their guns. "I'm just unlucky today, I'm a step too late. I won't fight for this mission."

He turned and boarded the small boat, glancing back at Cherries before leaving.

"But let me give you a word of advice, young man. At sea, the line between friend and foe can sometimes be very thin. You might scare me with canned food today, but you might not be so lucky next time."

The small boat rowed towards the bronze ship.

Cherries stood motionless on the reef until the ship raised its sails, turned around, and sailed away from the shallows, disappearing on the horizon.

He quietly put away the phlogiston can in his hand.

This was his last can of food.

Moreover, given the opponent's extraordinary abilities, my own weary and injured body might not be able to hit them.

Even if you shoot it in mid-air with a revolver, there's no guarantee you can take down an extraordinary individual.

Fortunately, he won the gamble.

Because Hawke didn't dare to gamble.

It wasn't just him.

Anyone who saw a hothead covered in blood, holding strange and explosive objects, with eyes that were almost cold and indifferent, would be shocked.

Anyone with a sound mind wouldn't dare provoke them.

After all, the ruthless are afraid of the stubborn, and the stubborn are afraid of the reckless.

Those who are fearless are afraid of those who are foolish.

Just the fact that Charys was "stunned" was enough to scare away Hawke, who was a normal person but a bit arrogant.

"call……"

They managed to weather the crisis.

Chalice let out a long sigh.

As soon as he exhaled, excruciating pain surged through his body like a tidal wave.

The stinging sensation in my back became clear again, and every wound from the thorns proclaimed their existence.

The sea breeze lifted the hem of the trench coat, revealing clothing underneath covered in scabs and charred ash.

Chalice looked down at his right hand, which was gripping the revolver tightly. His thumb and forefinger were cracked from the repeated firing, and blood mixed with sweat clung stickily to the handle.

"captain……"

Rumlow approached cautiously, his voice low, "Are you alright?"

Chalice did not answer immediately.

He slowly holstered the revolver, his movements hampered by the pain.

Then he turned around and looked at his crew.

Five people.

Apart from a few bloody scratches from thorns, most of them were just dressed in tattered clothes and covered in dust.

Compared to Chalice's condition, they were practically unharmed.

This is good.

At least we don't have to pay compensation...

"I'm fine."

Chalice's voice was much weaker than when he was facing Hawke, but it was still steady. "Let's go back to the ship first."

The group walked along the coastline toward the leeward bay where the Homecoming was moored.

The sun had already sunk below the horizon, the sky was dyed a deep indigo blue, and a few early stars twinkled in the east.

The sea breeze grew cold and strong, stinging Cheryl's exposed wounds with a needle-like pain.

They rowed their small boat back to the Homecoming Ship.

Several people stood anxiously waiting beside the deck winch.

"captain!"

One of them was Max, the usually taciturn chief engineer, whose face was now filled with worry.

Chalice grasped that hand and used it to climb onto the deck.

As my feet touched the familiar wooden planks, a wave of exhaustion washed over me.

He swayed slightly.

Eddie immediately steadied his shoulder.

"Let's go to the cockpit! At least it's brighter there!"

Wirtz shouted to Eddie, "Go boil some water, the more the better! Max, get ready to set sail, we're leaving here."

"Yes, First Mate!"

The sailors sprang into action.

The familiar sounds of bustling activity filled the air aboard the returning ship.

The winch turns, the anchor rises from the water, the engine hums softly...

These voices were more reassuring to Cheryl than any words of comfort.

Wirtz helped Cherries toward the cockpit.

The first-aid kit was placed on the table, and Rumlow was bringing over a basin of clean water and several rolls of clean gauze.

"Captain, please sit down."

His tone left no room for argument.

Cheryl took off his tattered trench coat, the movement causing her to grimace as she pulled at her wound.

The trench coat was stuck to the scabs on his back, making a soft "skin tearing" sound when it was torn...

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