Chapter 203 Memories

Fierce storms churned up the waves, and sailors ran up and down the decks, tightening ropes, hauling supplies, and doing whatever they could to get their ships through the storm. Although their faces were wet from the wind and rain and looked slightly anxious, as long as they looked in that direction, this anxiety would temporarily calm down and not affect their agile actions.

In the captain's cabin, the hanging oil lamp's light and shadow drifted due to the rocking of the ship's hull. The captain sat upright in his chair, his feet seemed to have roots, and his body swayed with the waves. The waves did not affect his ability to draw accurate marks on the chart. Occasionally he would stop writing and listen to the shouts of the sailors outside the door. The still accurate and clear orders would always turn his attention back to the work at hand.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and quickly reached out to catch the pendant that was about to slide off the table. The brass-cased pendant opened under the captain's pressure. Inside was a piece of paper that had not been wetted. A crooked charcoal drawing depicted a little girl with a smiling face.

The captain looked at the picture in the pendant, and the tenderness in his eyes almost melted into water. Putting the pendant back on, the captain resumed his work.

"Boss!!!" The loud shout almost drowned out the storm. The door of the captain's cabin was pushed open, and a strong and muscular sailor with a triangle scarf on his head pushed in.

The sailor looked at the people behind the table. The disturbed captain gave his boatswain a resentful look.

"Should I knock first?"

The captain sighed, "Forget it, emergency times are treated as such. Dillon, you'd better be really busy, otherwise I will be very angry."

Dillon took a step back, and the big, muscular man felt a little uneasy. Seeing the captain's face getting darker and darker, Dillon could only tell him the news he had heard.

"Boss, the boatman who repaired the bilge reported that a monster got into our storage room!"

The captain narrowed his eyes, stood up and took his tricorn hat.

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

Dillon shook his head, "No, but you said that if you can't make up your mind and think it's important, I'll come to you first."

The captain passed Dillon and opened the door.

"No one has come to report that the situation has worsened yet, which means there is no big problem. But Dillon, you are the boatswain now, and you cannot copy what I said before. Now you are also the leader, and you have to stand with your sailors at this time. together."

"Boss!" Dillon stopped the captain and pointed to the sword placed next to the table. "Aren't you going to bring your weapon?"

He turned back and looked at the tall Dillon.

"Will you stand by while I fight the enemy?"

Dillon flushed and shook his head desperately, "No! Boss, I will not let go of any scum who dares to draw a sword against you."

The captain put on his three-cornered hat and said to Dillon:

"Then why should I take that burden? This is my ship, and you are the strongest weapons worthy of my trust."

The captain did not carry a sword, and the emotional Dillon followed the captain as if on stimulants, looking at everyone passing by him with an oppressive gaze, making other crew members tremble and feel confused.

The captain was a little helpless with Dillon's excessive energy. This boatswain with savage blood would never let go of any opportunity to show his loyalty.

They came all the way to the bottom cabin. When the crew members guarding the storage room saw the captain's arrival, they breathed a sigh of relief and greeted him one after another.

"Who discovered it?"

"It's me, boss." A short man with a frightened expression came out. He had dark skin and when he looked up at the captain, the wrinkles on his forehead were very obvious. "At that time, I was checking whether there was a leak in the storage room. I felt a gust of wind blowing behind me. I was a little puzzled. When I looked back, I saw a pair of glowing eyes looking at me in the dark. I swear, boss! Those are definitely not a pair of eyes. With normal eyes, he is not a normal person, he must be a monster, a monster that sneaked onto the ship!"

"Relax, Ginnie, my old friend." The captain patted him on the shoulder. "Even if it is really a monster, it will let you go once."

"I am very happy to see that you were not injured when Dillon reported the news to me. Now, gentlemen, I need a few warriors who dare to face the monster to accompany me in and find out the truth."

Almost everyone responded to the captain's call. It was as if they had found a backbone and had unprecedented courage. Even the frightened old Ginny applied to join after the captain reassured him. He seemed to think that his previous timidity violated his identity as a Norbrion crew member and wanted to prove his courage again.

The captain selected the young men, including Dillon, and the others were assigned to continue the repair work on the ship. Simply because there is not enough room in the storage room for everyone.

They walked into the storage room, and under the captain's order, they moved the piled goods that blocked their view little by little. Finally, they successfully found the "monster", or special stowaway, in the innermost part.

Dillon and others took a deep breath and drew their weapons.

"A black-skinned elf?! A monster from the underground!"

Dillon immediately rushed to the captain, his tall frame almost blocking the captain's entire field of vision.

The Dark Elf made a sound, but the unintelligible language only made the crew more wary. They stared closely at the scimitar on the dark elf's waist, and would swarm them if anything went wrong. They were waiting for the captain's order.

"Step aside."

"Boss?"

"You're blocking me, Dillon."

"Feel sorry."

The tall boatswain gave up his seat, and the captain and the tall dark elf opposite him finally met eyes. Compared with the well-dressed captain who was guarded by sailors, the dark elf looked embarrassed and lonely. His hair was disheveled, his body was slightly bent, and he leaned against the wall, like a beast cornered, whispering evilly.

"You have beautiful eyes." The captain whispered the same evil whisper, which belonged to the language of the dark elves.

The dark elf was stunned for a moment, and he was surprised that the other party actually understood his language. The dark elf who had just come to the ground reviewed his vocabulary somewhat stiffly, but found that he could not find a word in the dark elf dictionary that was suitable for expressing gratitude without any irony.

The dark elf fell silent.

"Thank you."

Francis raised his head and stared at the captain's lips with his wonderful eyes as he pronounced that pronunciation.

"I think you need this." The captain explained in the dark elf language, "If you want to survive on the surface, you have to learn the common language."

Francis nodded and imitated the captain to repeat the pronunciation.

"Thank you."

The situation eased somewhat, and the sailors put away their weapons under the captain's order.

"Boss! Do you know the Dark Elf language?" Everyone looked at the captain with admiration.

The captain smiled proudly.

"Although I don't like to carry weapons, I have many weapons just to avoid the situation where I can only fight with swords. We go out to sea to make a living, but we rely on connections."

The captain's eyes returned to the dark elf. The word that the dark elf said at the beginning was not actually a dark elf language. It was a place name.

Waterdeep City, that is where the dark elf wants to go.

It is also the final destination of this ship. There are not many fleets that cross the South China Sea and go directly to the North. The dark elf may have heard the sailors talking about their destination at the dock.

The captain said to the dark elf.

"This special passenger, I am glad that we can resolve the misunderstanding, but the fact that you are a stowaway has not changed, so I have to ask you to go somewhere."

"I hope you won't make things difficult for us, Mr. Dark Elf."

The Dark Elf nodded. The captain's Dark Elf language used some ancient grammar that was no longer used in his hometown, which actually seriously interfered with his understanding of the meaning. The Dark Elf understood about half of it. Facing the only time that the ground people did not attack him, the Dark Elf could only tighten his face and repeat the only common language he had just learned to express his goodwill.

"Thank you."