Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 566 Ghost Ship

Alan kept rambling on until he learned from Rebecca that she hadn't seen what was happening in the sea at the stern of the ship at all, at which point he finally stopped.

He was stunned for a few seconds.

Then he kept shaking his head:

"No wonder, no wonder. If you had seen it all, you wouldn't have been able to interact with that gentleman so calmly. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. No wonder, no wonder."

...

Rebecca didn't respond to Allen.

Although she doesn't yet have the ability to check other people's sanity, she believes that the guy in front of her, who was betrayed by his own crew, is probably quite frightened by the series of events that just happened.

That's normal, though.

Without a doubt, it was Milo who "dissuaded" the Deep Ones and the enormous creature behind them.

Based on Rebecca's understanding of Milo, his methods would be absolutely unexpected; in short, he wouldn't play by the rules.

...

Why are you staring at me like that?

Not far away, Milo, who had just taken a jar of pickled cucumbers out of the kitchen, looked at Rebecca with a puzzled expression and asked.

"It's nothing," Rebecca shook her head.

"If there's nothing else, then let's cooperate with the captain."

Milo placed the glass jar of pickled cucumbers on the table.

Although he had previously said, "We can only play the role of sailors ourselves," he had simply moved to a different place to continue studying the equations in his notebook, from the cabin to the main deck.

……

The journey thereafter was smooth and unobstructed.

The ship left the "cursed sea" without any problems.

The shadows of the Deep Ones and the Great Gourd never appeared again, as if they had never existed.

Of course, those who left the ship voluntarily did not return, including all the crew members from the Innsmouth Marsh family, as well as the women who were "given" to the Deep Ones.

The huge ship was now empty except for Allen, the lone commander, and two passengers.

but.

It is not necessary for Rebecca to handle all the work of operating the ship by herself.

There are still helpers.

She just forgot about it.

...

It wasn't until Milo took the initiative to remind him.

Rebecca was stepping on the railing, pulling on the thick cable as it was tied up, one loop after another.

Milo, who was "taking a break" nearby, walked over with a jar of pickled cucumbers, popped a small pickled cucumber into Rebecca's mouth, and asked casually, "Did you have a fight with one of them or something?"

"Huh?" Rebecca, who was struggling to tie the knot in the rope, didn't understand Milo's meaning at first.

"I'm talking about those older guys in the group of seven," Milo said, strolling slowly past Rebecca while carrying a can of pickled cucumbers.

Rebecca, who had been busy all day, finally realized what was happening.

He covered his forehead with one hand.

"What the hell..."

Yes, she forgot about those seven free laborers.

I've completely forgotten about it.

From the moment she packed her bags to go out to sea with Milo, she took off the brass ring from her hand and stuffed it into her suitcase. She didn't even think about those guys when the Deep Ones were about to attack the ship. Of course, whether she had truly forgotten about them completely, or subconsciously didn't want to bring seven tagalongs with her, only Rebecca herself knew the answer.

However, we can't do without these 7 people right now.

The operation and maintenance of ships require the collaboration of multiple people.

Rebecca immediately returned to the cabin and pulled the brass ring out of her luggage.

But before putting it on, she subconsciously glanced at Allen in the distance.

Although that guy doesn't seem quite right to begin with, if you bring in seven "ghosts" to help him navigate the boat, wouldn't he go insane on the spot?
"Don't worry, I won't go crazy."

On the deck, Milo, who was staring intently at the notebook in his hand, shook the metal flask in his hand twice, indicating to Rebecca that she didn't need to worry about so much.

Because he can devour Allen's fear.

Thus, a true ghost ship was born in the eastern seas.

Captain Allen served as Milo's "fear food extraction point" throughout this not-too-long voyage.

The whiskey in the Merlot metal flask was mixed with fear over and over again, and I stubbornly drank it all the way through the journey.

No one knows what kind of aftereffects this act, which in a strict sense cannot be considered a sacrifice, will have on Zadok Allen after he has experienced so much fear and been consumed by Milo.

Or as a gift.

The truth is, Zadok Allen did indeed make a name for himself on this vast sea, venturing into countless forbidden waters and terrifying islands, and even shedding his stigma as a smuggler to become a renowned adventurer.

And after he lost a leg to scurvy at the age of 49, he found a peaceful haven to settle in and began writing his adventure memoirs.

Thus, a book of supernatural tales, which was extremely subversive and had an impact far exceeding that of "Kwaidan," was born.

And the book begins with—

"In 1839, one day when I was working as a smuggler for a nobleman in Nanwei City, my ship welcomed two special guests..."

(Wait a minute, what's that noise coming from the corner?)

...

Dog food - 1
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Anyway.

After navigating this dangerous sea area, the route was basically back on track.

On the fifth day at noon, Milo and his group arrived at the first island in their target sea area.

Because it was a smuggling ship.

The smuggling referred to here not only involves evading the supervision and management of national borders and coastlines, but also avoiding the Solomon gangs, who are the main order managers.

Therefore, it's not advisable to directly venture into the major ports controlled by the Solomon forces; taking a detour is still highly recommended.

This trip led them directly into a remote port known as "Piglet Wharf".

...

"It shouldn't be the kind of port where pork is sold, right?" Milo had never set foot in this so-called colony, but he knew what kind of behavior colonization was, so he had some understanding of the ugly metaphors behind such a seemingly normal or even cute place name.

I thought Allen, being a habitual smuggler, would give a detailed explanation, but unexpectedly, it was Rebecca who took the initiative to explain first:
"Of course it's not a pork trading dock, it's human trafficking."

“That’s not…” Milo subconsciously looked at the shadow of Jones, the black man in the group of seven.

The latter kept gesturing in various non-standard sign languages ​​to express his dissatisfaction.

“No, they were transported from the far east. They were mostly women, but there were also workers,” Rebecca explained expressionlessly.

Milo seemed to remember something, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the so-called "piglet pier," and said nothing.

Only Allen, who was completely unaware of what was going on, cheerfully and with a hint of pride, introduced it:

"'Madame Butterfly,' that opera, have you heard of it? That's how this industry chain came about, cheap sentimentality from the East."

(End of this chapter)