The man who was speaking had a face full of flesh and a big golden beard hanging from his left hand. He stood up with a gloomy face.
"Bang!" Charles slammed his prosthetic limb onto the table, looking at him provocatively with an undisguised look in his eyes. "I don't like people standing in front of me when they talk to me. Please sit back."
Jin Gouzi's eyes widened, his beard trembled, and the atmosphere in the entire cabin became a little tense.
But Charles showed no intention of restraining himself and still looked at him provocatively. He did it on purpose. He had to take this opportunity to ensure his control over the fleet.
In name, Charles is now the commander of the fleet, but the other captains still regard him as their employer.
Charles did not want to be their employer, but to lead the entire fleet. At the critical moment of life and death, the employer would only be ruthlessly abandoned by these guys.
Only if these captains become their actual controllers can they be real helpers to him, otherwise he would rather not have this help.
This is just like choosing a king among lions. Humans are actually animals, and some of their habits are no different from those of other animals.
Maybe in other places, the approach would be more tactful, but at sea it is just so rough.
Ke De, who had dark circles under his eyes, knew what Charles was doing. As an ally, he didn't want to speak up and hold Charles back at this time.
"You don't like people talking while standing? Well, I hate talking to people while sitting the most!" Golden Hook walked up to Charles and looked down at him.
"Charles, right? I've heard of you. I heard that you've explored many islands. But as a senior, I want to remind you that I asked you to command the fleet before, but I was too lazy to argue. After all, the employer has to say what he wants. But if you think—"
Just as he was speaking with disdain, he saw the strange black tattoo inside Charles' collar.
His previous disdainful expression changed instantly, as if he had seen something extremely scary. His tall body trembled violently, and he hurriedly stepped back and sat down on his stool.
"Report... Report to Captain Charles. Fresh water tends to stink easily. My ship is loaded with light mushroom wine. There is a water tank. Those things did not cause any damage to my ship. As for the crew..."
After listening to Golden Hook's report, not only the other captains were very surprised, but even Kede was the same.
They all thought that a fight was about to break out, but this guy actually retreated in such a disgrace
Listening to Golden Hook's words, Charles started writing in his notebook.
He didn't know why this guy suddenly gave in, but his goal had been achieved.
After recording the information, Charles looked at the young man next to him with a gloomy expression. "You are next. Tell me."
Faced with Charles' aggressive gaze, the man subconsciously avoided it and reported in a low voice in a feminine voice.
After picking off the troublemakers at the front, things would be much easier to handle later. He recorded all the data on the sixteen ships except the Narwhal.
"Amigo, you have the most fresh water on board. Give some of your fresh water to Monzi. He lost some."
Although the captain who was named by Charles looked a little unhappy, he still nodded and agreed.
"Very good, nothing happened. Let's go back. Stay alert at all times. I hope everyone can return alive in the end."
All the captains left, but Feuerbach did not leave. He said with a smile: "Mr. Charles, don't worry. If they have any abnormalities, I will be the first to report to you."
"Haha, I like making friends. My father told me that when there is one more friend in the world, there is one less enemy. During this period of time, I have become very familiar with them, but don't worry, no matter how familiar we are, I am still on your side." Feuerbach explained naturally.
Charles met his gaze. "Are you really just exploring an island? You are quite capable. In the previous crisis, I remember that your ship seemed to have rescued itself."
"Hahaha, I'm lucky, just lucky. By the way, Mr. Charles, when I swam over just now, I saw that the bottom of your boat was a little damaged. I happen to have a skilled boat repairman among my men. Do you want to—"
"No need, it's just a small problem and my crew can handle it themselves." Charles refused firmly.
As if sensing Charles' vigilance, Ferba stopped talking, bowed to him with a smile, and turned to walk to the side.
This incident passed quickly and the fleet continued to set off, but some changes were discovered among the fleet.
After that incident, the ships that used to be scattered began to spontaneously line up and follow the Narwhal.
And among the ships, a rumor began to spread at some point that the captain named Charles was a big figure in the Futan religion.
The fleet jointly formed by the Church of Light and the Church of Futan, if you don't want to be sacrificed, just follow the orders.
Charles didn't care much about these rumors that were favorable to him. He cared more about the guy named Feuerbach.
This guy was a little too enthusiastic. He would come to his ship every now and then to show his courtesy and secretly send him all kinds of information from other ships.
It was another morning, and a note was delivered to Charles' desk, which said that an underwater monster had been found on Koder's ship yesterday. Although they had solved it in time, a believer of the Church of Light still lost his arm.
"Mr. Charles, does he like you? Why does he write to you every day?" said Lily, holding a piece of broken biscuit in her little paws.
Charles, who was writing in his diary, stopped writing and looked at his gunner strangely. "Why do you have such an idea? Who did you learn it from?"
"I secretly went to see a play at the theater, and that's how they performed it."
Charles flicked his finger on the mouse's head. "Eat your cookies in the cafeteria, and don't leave the crumbs everywhere."
He didn't think this guy would have such a boring reason. This guy should have other purposes, but at the moment, this guy should not ruin his own business.
"I don't like eating cookies. I just use them to grind my teeth. Otherwise, my teeth will grow long."
Lily opened her mouth to Charles, revealing her white front teeth as small as rice grains.
Ignoring the gunner's actions, Charles took out the nautical chart and began to calculate the remaining route.
As they got closer to the supply island, it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous, but he couldn't show his nervousness. If he panicked, the crew would only panic more.
Charles' thumb and index finger were marking on the nautical chart, one end was in front of the fleet, and the other end was in the place of light. Charles' eyes became firm.
(End of this chapter)