Darkness, eternal darkness is all Charles sees. Some time has passed and Charles thought he could adapt, but he still can't.
A soft hand gently lifted the back of his head and a cold iron bowl was brought to his mouth.
Charles smelled a familiar fishy smell. "What kind of medicine is this?"
"Human blood, to promote wound healing."
"Drinking blood can have this function?"
"It doesn't work on others, but your body does."
Hearing this, Charles opened his mouth and drank it directly.
He didn't know whether it was good or bad, but his body seemed to be getting closer to a vampire in various ways because of excessive use of the mirror relic.
"If I completely turn into a vampire, can my eyes be restored?" An absurd thought came to his mind.
Just as Charles was distracted, he felt Linda removing his bandages and changing his dressings.
When it came to the leg, Charles reached out and squeezed the reattached broken leg.
When Charles felt the obvious pain, he breathed a sigh of relief. "It's OK. Linda's skills are good. My leg is saved."
He reached out to the bedside table on the left side of his body, and a woman's hand handed him a folded paper.
Charles smiled as he touched the sea chart. This was his way home.
From the doctor's tablet, we can learn that the Foundation will communicate with the outside world. Since it says it is a surface exit, the location of the nautical chart here must be correct.
"If Anna knew this news, she would probably be very happy."
"Captain, what do you want to eat? I can help you make it." Linda asked while changing the bandage.
Charles was a little surprised. He had never heard that the Narwhal had sick meals. "No need. I'll eat whatever the crew eats."
Then, Charles felt footsteps moving from his left side to his right side, and a hand suddenly rested on his thigh.
"Captain, you haven't been on shore for such a long time. Are you feeling a little anxious? Do you want me to help you out?"
The meaning contained in this cold voice frightened Charles so much that he trembled all over. "What...what do you mean? Are you interested in me?"
"No, I just thought that if you feel uncomfortable holding it in, I want to help you."
"Linda, are you...are you okay?" Charles' voice was hesitant.
"Of course I'm fine, do you really not need it?"
"You really don't need to. Go to the cockpit and see who's at the helm now. Ask how long it will take to get back to Hope Island."
Charles breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Linda's footsteps gradually fade away.
Linda is a believer of the Church of Light, she cannot lie. Since she said she doesn't like me, then it definitely isn't the case. But why is this woman a little weird
After thinking quickly, Charles suddenly realized that there was a hint of guilt in her voice just now.
"What are you feeling guilty about? Are you feeling guilty about not being able to heal my eyes?"
When he thought of his eyes, Charles' good mood slowly fell.
"The eyes... Why the eyes? Any other place will do."
"Those guys who do prosthetic business should be able to make prosthetic eyes that can see things, right?" Charles couldn't help but feel uneasy.
He didn't know the actual technology of those people. You know, eyes are extremely sophisticated, so it's understandable if they couldn't do it.
In the midst of this constant thinking, Charles fell into a deep sleep, his body needed rest.
The crew members seemed to know that Charles couldn't be in a good mood under such circumstances, so they didn't disturb him too much.
Because he had no eyes, Charles had been living this kind of life day and night. He didn't know how much time had passed. The only thing he knew was that his wounds were healing quickly.
When he heard the continuous sound of steam ship whistles outside the window and the bustling voices of people at the dock, he was able to get out of bed and walk around.
Holding the somewhat cold scales on Dipper's arm, Charles walked off the Narwhal.
He heard panicked chatter on his left. Those were the people who came to greet him on Hope Island. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the bloody bandage on Charles' face.
Charles tilted his head slightly towards Dipper. "I don't have time to deal with them. Take me back to the Governor's Mansion first."
"Yeah!" Dipper raised his gun and pointed it at the crowd. "Pah, pah, pah!" "Get out of here! The captain doesn't want to see you now!"
The voices of people became even louder, but this time the sounds were fading away quickly.
After returning to the Governor's Mansion by car, Dipper helped Charles run around, his ugly face showing excitement. He felt that he was needed by the captain again.
"Okay, stop wasting time. Go to the cafe on the first floor of No. 48, Island Center, and call those people with prosthetic limbs over. Tell them that I'm looking for them."
"Okay! I'll go find them right away!!" Deep rushed out excitedly like a gust of wind.
Touching the cushion woven with tough spider silk under him, Charles took a deep breath and exhaled, then took out the map from his arms and stroked it carefully with his hand.
Suddenly Charles heard some movement at the door. "Who?" He turned his ear toward that direction vigilantly.
Who knew that the man would come directly in front of Charles and reach out to tear off the bandage on Charles' face.
Smelling the familiar mixture of wine, herbs and sweat, Charles smiled. "How is it? Do you have a way to cure it?"
"Wasn't you fine before? How did you suddenly become like this? How did you suddenly get injured so badly?" The doctor's voice was filled with annoyance.
"Who can say for sure about exploring the island? To be honest, it's good enough that we can come back alive this time. By the way, I have good news for you. Look, this is the map of the surface exit."
The doctor's tone did not sound happy at all. He slapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his right hand. "Ah! Just keep looking for death! One day you will die before me."
"How could it hurt your eyes!" Another voice exploded at the door. This time, the person who came surprised Charles. It was the Pope's voice. He could hear the extreme anxiety in that voice.
"What happened to you? How did you hurt your eyes? Where's your eyeball? Where's your eyeball?" The old voice sounded very angry.
"I don't know. I guess they threw it on the island."
The Pope's roar almost blew off the ceiling. "Throw it on the island! Why not bring it back? What if there is hope of repairing it? Are you crazy?"
Charles frowned slightly. "I'm glad you're worried about me, but do you think this is something I want to see?"
(End of this chapter)