The winds were calm and the waves were still.
After breaking free of that stretch of water, the Amber escaped the Supernatural Power but continued racing forward at full speed.
Only after charging ahead for over an hour.
Did they finally confirm that they were safe.
From the crew to the passengers, everyone couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
"Cap... Captain... what... what was that just now?" A sailor in the wheelhouse couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He was filled with admiration for the captain, whose expression remained calm.
What kind of miserable life did someone have to live for a captain to remain unfazed in the face of raging winds and waves?
Holy crap!
I really hope I never turn into that.
The captain had no idea what was going through the sailor's mind. Seeing the admiration in the other's eyes, he smiled. "Young man, you still have a lot to learn."
"I told you when you first boarded the ship."
"People like us who make a living on the water may earn decent money and enjoy fairly good benefits, but we're living people eating the dead's meal."
"Don't be shocked by anything you see."
"Shock won't change your fate. It'll only make you lose the ability to think."
"As for that thing just now..."
"My advice is to forget it. If you can't, bury it deep in your heart. At least while we're sailing on Mirror Lake, don't mention it again."
"This isn't superstition."
"But things on the water are often like this. The more you talk about them, the more likely they are to appear again."
As he spoke.
The captain lit a cigarette.
He took a blissful drag and blew out a large smoke ring.
"Oh... okay... okay..."
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