Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

The Homecoming ship, like a vulture guarding a corpse, hovered around the wreckage, occasionally pecking at some harmless floating objects or suspicious items.

For example, a corpse that is half dead.

"The ship... Captain! You'll have to come and take a look!"

The crew, still shaken, regained some composure after finding Chalice, but the fear in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Chalice agreed in a deep voice and followed him to the deck.

The initial joy of learning a clue to the third-tier potion recipe was extinguished by this unexpected little incident.

soon.

Chalice saw the pale, wet body on the deck.

Although he had taken down some bad guys.

However, the human aversion to the corpses of their own kind is an instinctive reaction, and it cannot be avoided no matter how many times one has seen them.

Especially corpses with gruesome or unusual deaths.

At that moment, a daring sailor was using a mop handle to pry open the corpse's shirt.

There was a reason the crew retrieved the body.

The male corpse, which had been torn apart and disappeared below the abdomen, was in a strange posture, with its arms raised and its palms bent, as if it were trying to grasp something.

This guy clearly knew his death was imminent.

After all, his lower body, along with countless organs, had been ripped away by the abdominal laceration.

No matter how strong one's will to survive is, when faced with such horrific injuries, one basically has to accept reality.

However, Chalice had also heard of it.

In ancient times, prisoners who were cut in half at the waist would not die immediately. Most of them could still scream and wail for a while. Some of the more resilient ones could even drag half of their bodies around, leaving trails of blood and writing a big "misery" at the feet of the terrified onlookers.

Whether this half-destroyed creature was torn apart by exploding cannon fire or a shattered ship before it died, it is all in the same boat.

He apparently did not die on the spot after the incident.

"Captain... something's wrong with this thing!"

Thorpe leaned closer with a grave expression, staring intently at the corpse, and said softly, "Don't be fooled by his captain's uniform; the crew didn't pull him out because he might have valuables on him."

Upon hearing this...

Chalice's heart skipped a beat.

His relationship with Thorpe was actually quite complicated.

There are some things that both sides are well aware of.

Cherry knew that Thorpe was Jack's spy on the Homecoming, and Thorpe also knew that Cherry knew he was Jack's spy.

Chalice also knew that Thorpe knew he knew Thorpe was an informant.

In short.

Everyone understands the unspoken agreement; it's just a matter of working together.

Since boarding the ship, Thorpe has kept a low profile. As a second-tier warrior, the Veteran, he should be the most powerful fighter on the Homecoming.

Even if Chalis, disregarding his captaincy and the aid of the artifact, were to step aside, he probably wouldn't be a match for this veteran.

Thorpe was well aware of his mission, so he did not object to Charys, who was of lower rank than him.

Quiet and reserved.

Obey.

From the perspective of a tool, he is incredibly practical and useful.

This was the first time that Cherry had seen Thorpe express his opinion so proactively.

In the past, in order to avoid causing any suspicion of "interference".

Thorpe never offered any advice to Cherries.

Now that this contrast has occurred, Cheryl instinctively senses that something is wrong...

"Why is that?"

Chalice retorted in a deep voice, "Did he climb onto the ship himself?"

"Yeah...no...well! It's about the same anyway!"

Thorpe gasped, “Just now, as the Homecoming was sailing around the wreckage, the sailors on the side of the ship suddenly noticed something hanging from the hull.”

"They tried to lift it off, but found that the extended mop had become heavy. They pulled it up with force and then discovered..."

The veteran's expression flashed with fear and suspicion, but he still forced himself to continue: "A corpse... The mop handle was being held tightly by this corpse. When our men pulled the mop back, they found that the corpse had also been pulled to the surface."

"Tsk..."

Chalice's eyes darkened. "And then you brought it onto the deck?"

"right……"

Thorpe's expression was equally grim.

"These guys' never seen anything like it before. They thought it was still alive, but when they pulled it onto the boat, they realized it was dead beyond any doubt!"

"Are you kidding me...?"

Chalice took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"It seems... he must have been the captain of that ship. He was probably an extraordinary being in life, which is why he didn't die immediately even with only half a body remaining...

Before Cherry could offer a feeble explanation, the boatswain Eddie, who was turning over the body, suddenly cried out in alarm.

"There's something there!"

"Captain! There's something inside this body!"

"spread!"

Chalice reacted instantly.

Thorpe and he both became alert almost simultaneously, drawing their revolvers from their waists and aiming them at the somewhat bloated half-corpse.

This is also abnormal...

Chalice suddenly realized that something was wrong with the corpse.

Logically speaking...

A corpse that has just been submerged in water will not develop the bloating and swelling seen in giants in a short period of time.

Although the remaining upper half of the male corpse showed that he was a tall and strong man in life, upon closer inspection, Cherries discovered that the exposed hands and head of the corpse were not only pale from blood loss, but also somewhat swollen.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

The sailors reacted quickly as well.

After receiving Chalis's warning, they immediately scattered in a large group, quickly finding weapons to guard against any possible changes to the corpse.

Only Eddie stood by, his hands gripping the mop tightly.

His appointment as boatswain at his age was entirely a result of Cherries's nepotism.

Therefore, in order to establish his authority and control his sailors, Eddie had to personally take charge of some things.

Faced with this bizarre corpse, he had to handle it himself...

Eddie's face was deathly pale, his lips pressed tightly together, and his tense gaze kept shifting between the corpse and Cherries.

"Captain... what should I do...?"

"Don't panic!"

Chalice's voice remained calm.

He's no longer the rookie who panics at the sight of monsters.

these years.

We've seen and killed quite a few strange creatures.

As long as he still had those eight revolvers in his waist, armpits, lower back, and thighs, Chalice dared to let those weirdos taste the firepower suppression of humanity.

Now that he has achieved such great success, Chalice would dare to fight him even if he were empty-handed, let alone with a whole ship full of helpers and weapons.

After suppressing Eddie's panic with a higher volume.

"Don't panic, boatswain," Chalice said in as normal a tone as possible.

"Now... I need you to continue searching for that thing you just found. Do you have any recollection of it?"

"Captain, that thing is hard!"

Eddie's throat bobbed, and he blinked rapidly to calm himself down.

"And...and that thing seems to be inside the corpse, uh...I mean, it's not in the uniform pocket, it's in the corpse's chest cavity, inside the chest cavity!"