Today is the 86th day that I have been learning to write a diary as a captain.
This morning I had biscuits and oatmeal porridge, this afternoon I had canned meat and mushroom fish soup, and this evening I had oat fillets and fried bananas.
I played cards with the sailor and lost 24,000 to Little Jack. Keep a record.
The captain is not feeling well today, so I will be patrolling for him later.
Dipper held his breath and concentrated on writing in his diary. When he wrote the last word, he let out a sigh of relief.
Although the marks on the notebook were crooked and some words were big while others were small, it was not easy for Dipu, who had never been to school, to achieve this.
"Writing is really hard, much harder than exploring the island."
After Dipper sighed, he locked the notebook, which looked similar to Charles' diary, in the cabinet.
He turned and walked through the sailors playing cards, out into the narrow corridor and began his daily inspection of the ship.
Kitchen, fuel tank, water tank, deck, following Charles' instructions, Dipper carefully inspected every inch of the Narwhal.
This was the task Charles had given him, and he had to do his best to complete it.
After a round of inspection, he came to the door of Charles' bedroom, opened it and walked in.
"Captain, today's patrol is completed." He said to Charles who was covering his head on the boat.
"Well...thanks a lot. I should be feeling better tomorrow." Charles' hoarse voice came.
Dipper waved his hands repeatedly. "It's okay, it's okay. Hope Island is only a few days away. I can take care of the patrol of the ship. Captain, you should have a good rest."
Dipper was about to turn around and leave when he heard a voice behind him saying "wait".
He turned around and helped the haggard Charles up from the bed. He looked into his bloodshot eyes and asked, "Captain, is there anything wrong?"
Charles was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Did you let 096 develop a personality in your mind?"
Dipper's mouth twitched slightly, and then a wry smile appeared on his face. "No, how could it be possible? You also know my—"
"Okay, stop pretending. You can't hide it from me. When did it happen?"
Seeing that he really couldn't hide it, Dipper scratched his neck and said with a hint of embarrassment on his face: "Nothing, last year a group of desperadoes came to Hope Island and planned to do something big. When I fought with them, I kept the mask on my face for a little longer."
Charles patted his shoulder and said, "There are people at Elizabeth's place who can prepare the personality-deleting potion. You can go find them when you get back."
Just as Dipper was about to say something, he suddenly seemed to become a different person. He looked at Charles excitedly. "Captain, are you really going to make me disappear? He is Dipper, and I am also Dipper."
"No, you are not. You are just created by the relic." There was a hint of coldness in Charles' eyes.
Dipper was stunned with shock in his eyes. After a few seconds, his head dropped and a trembling voice came out of his mouth. "Okay, since the captain has spoken, I am willing to die!!"
Charles gritted his teeth after hearing this. Dipper's other personality was also Dipper, which made him feel like he had killed his own crew members with his own hands. The headache that had eased a little began to worsen again.
Dipper's expression quickly changed back to normal, and he hurriedly introduced: "Captain, let's talk about this matter later. In fact, I get along well with Walker and Jim."
Hearing this, Charles smiled bitterly. "There is more than one."
He now deeply regretted giving 096 to this kid. He had told him to use it with caution, but he still got into trouble.
"Captain, these are just small matters for me. The three of us can handle them ourselves. But what should we do about your current situation?"
Watching Dipper walk out of the room with some worry, Charles stood up with all his strength and stumbled to the mirror.
Charles in the mirror was untidy and looked very haggard, with bloodshot eyes due to long-term lack of sleep.
He's been having problems with his brain since he came out of V12 Island.
At first, the murmurs that had not been heard for a long time returned, followed by waves of splitting headaches, as well as auditory and visual hallucinations.
Although Charles was not an expert in this area, he could see that Anna's tentacles could not last long.
When he was sleeping yesterday, he almost fell into that wonderful fantasy again.
"I am still a little too impulsive. Maybe I should solve this problem completely before going out to sea again." Charles muttered to himself.
He originally thought that Anna's tentacles could solve the problem, but obviously, the curse of God was not so easy to solve.
At this moment, everything in front of Charles began to distort again. Charles gritted his teeth and endured it. He knew that this situation would only last for half an hour at most, and it would be normal in half an hour.
The tentacles inside the skull squirmed sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if they were avoiding something.
Suddenly, Charles felt a sharp tearing pain deep in his left ear.
A black tentacle squirmed out of Charles' ear.
Those were Anna's tentacles, and there was a layer of gray translucent substance attached to the gray tentacles.
The tentacles swung violently, and the translucent substances were quickly thrown off, revealing the bumpy scars underneath to Charles.
There were only a few gray roots left on its body, and it was now covered with scars, as if something in Charles's brain was gnawing at it.
Shaking off the translucent substance, the tentacles slowly drilled into Charles' ear.
When it returned to the skull again, the abnormality in the brain disappeared instantly, and the only sound in the cooling room was Charles' heavy breathing.
But at this moment, he did not feel happy at all because of this. Charles looked at the jelly-like substance on the ground and muttered to himself: "Damn it, what's wrong with my head?"
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At the bustling Hope Island Pier, the actual power holders of the island stood in a row, waiting quietly.
For no reason, just because the Governor of Hope Island's exploration ship is about to return.
Under everyone's gaze, the Narwhal, returning from a long voyage, slowly entered the dock.
Seeing Charles jumping off the boat with a gloomy face, Leonardo and his group of members went to meet him.
"Governor, upon hearing that you have returned, envoys have been sent from all the major islands. They have been waiting for a long time and want to see you. What do you think—"
"Let them wait for now. I'll talk to you after I finish my important business." Charles said, and walked straight towards the Church of Light.
Leonardo turned his head and looked at Dipper who was walking down. "The Governor doesn't seem very happy. Did you encounter any trouble on this voyage?"
Dipper glanced at him. "Don't ask around. The captain just issued a gag order. Anyone who dares to say a word will be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks."
(End of this chapter)