Chapter 717 - Lucas’ Logbook
A gigantic ray fish was casually swimming at the bottom of Devil’s Water. There was a giant bubble on its back, inside which a delicate crystal penthouse was built, illumined by many glowing gems and corals.
Inside the main hall, a handsome silver-haired man opened his eyes when he heard steady footsteps approaching. Across the transparent crystal wall, he saw a slim young figure heading to his position.
The second man entered the hall and bowed politely. “Mister Sliv.”
Sliv gazed at the speaker’s forehead, where a blue fish scale was fixed.
“Did you find Lucas, Jebra, hmm?”
“No, sir. It isn’t easy to look for the traces left thousands of years ago by a mortal. I came today because those fleas I captured just told me everything they knew.”
“You mean the apprentices wandering around this area? Normally, I’d just toss them into Devil’s Water. But let’s hear what they have to say, so our coming plan isn’t affected in any way, hmm.”
Jebra nodded. “I only did a brief interrogation. They came from Centipede Guild. And it seems they’re not after the mysterious dimension.”
[Day 7, Month of Blossom, Gold Age 1347. Weather: storm to fair
[There was rain just after we left the harbor, and it kept on for three days! All thanks to my ardent prayer, the God of Ocean once again blessed me with sunlight. He also told me that our ship will not be troubled by rainwater ever again!]
[…]
Angor didn’t feel like reading on anymore.
What the heck is this man talking about?
It was common to see noblemen writing diaries using overstatements and pointless speeches. But this logbook still looked too strange. “Praying to receive sunlight” was only one of the many bizarre problems.
[I weep, longing for home. My tears dropped into the ocean and gave birth to a wonderful sea of flowers. The flying petals and fallen leaves came and soothed my aching heart.]
Flowers? On the sea?
As he read more, the “logbook” was beginning to look like someone’s poorly-written romance novel rather than the logs of the captain of a ship.
[Day 16, Month of Resuscitation, Gold Age 1348. Weather: fair
[Here be pirates! With my faithful knight sword in hand, I collected their heads as my bounty! One single swing was all I needed to end the life of their leader, who was cursing my name some miles away. That coward! And their treasures are all mine!]
“Using a knight sword to kill someone miles away? Tsk. This man should have become a novelist rather than a sailor.”
[Day 16, Month of Looming Frost, Gold Age 1350. Weather: sunny
[A flaming dragon is wrestling with another monster on the sea. In the end… the dragon was killed!]
“Yeah right, flaming dragon and the sea. Nice combination.”
Thankfully, the diary only recorded “major” events, so he didn’t have to waste too much time reading insignificant trifles.
[Day 6, Month of Looming Frost, Gold Age 1353. Weather: fog
[It has been thirty days since the Feather Fan returned. Nobody, NOBODY believes the inspiring stories of Captain Lucas! Just because I can’t show them the treasure I collected, they called me a liar! Farewell, world! I shall end my life here. That well over there will do the trick.]
“That’s it?” Angor put down the book and failed to understand the purpose of it.
He hoped to find out why the Feather Fan appeared at Devil’s Water, and how the captain was left alone in his room. But there was absolutely nothing helpful in the book.
Also, it seemed the ship returned to Ferran Land in the end just fine. But how?
“The most faithful Captain Lucas? Seriously?”
He put the book away and planned to forget everything he just read. But something told him to give it more thought.
“What if all the stories are real?”