This kind of dreary pursuit at sea was a severe test of a commander's skill.
As Inglima's naval elite, James Cook's command ability was beyond question. But the two Magic Alchemical Warships behind them flickered in and out of sight as they relentlessly pursued them, placing enormous pressure even on James Cook.
He had not come on this voyage to fight, but to escort the diplomatic mission to Fars.
James Cook knew perfectly well that delivering the delegation to Fars was his primary mission. A decisive naval battle with the Byronians was not this voyage's strategic objective.
He gazed out over the sea and said to Charlotte beside him, "If the Leviathan sails north, it can circle around to the other side of Goling Island. I remember you have a fleet in Cappadocia City. I'll put you ashore at Goling Island. You can cross the island, set sail from Cappadocia City, and head to Fars."
Charlotte said in surprise, "Wouldn't that mean you'd have to lure away two Byronian Magic Alchemical Warships?"
"If Princess Mei isn't aboard the warship, and Byron's Saint Rank moves to stop your ship..." Charlotte could not bring himself to finish. There were many taboos aboard a warship, and many things were not suitable to say aloud.
James Cook said in a deep voice, "It is my duty."
"A soldier's foremost duty is to complete the mission."
Charlotte shook his head and said, "I have a better way!"
"James, hear me out. If it doesn't work, then we'll follow your plan."
James Cook was stubborn by nature. If it had been anyone else, he would not even have listened before rejecting the idea outright. But Charlotte was different to him, so he patiently said, "Go on!"
In truth, he did not believe Charlotte could offer any