As Shinji sat in the captain's cabin, his eyes wanderd across the room, taking in the modest surroundings. His posture exuded an air of arrogance mixed with a tinge of melancholy, as if burdened by a weight only he could comprehend. His gaze shifted between the navigational charts and the worn leather-bound books.
As he thought what had happened tonight. Not only had he died but woken up in someone else's Body, he also saw a man turn into a snake. And now after all had said and done the slaves had decided that he was the captain.
Looking out through the window shinji could see the blood red moon hanging in the nights sky. He would have thought this to be all a very confusing dream if not for the constant pain from his now patched up wound.
His hand absentmindedly brushed against the smooth surface of the oak desk. A faintest of a scowl entered his face.
Looking around the room Shinji could see a small cot, neatly made with crisp linens, occuping one corner of the cabin, offering a place for the captain to rest during long journeys. Nearby, a modest wardrobe provided storage for the captain's belongings and uniforms.
On the desk were two wierd organs he had picked up from the monster and the captain. One was a eye and the other was a brain. They glowed with a almost otherworldly light.
From what the women had found out we are currently between the Bansy harbour and the pritz harbour. Both of the names were one's shinji was and wasn't familiar with.
As the sea breeze whisperd through the small cabin window, Shinji's melancholy deepened. As Shinji sat in the captain's cabin, engrossed in his thoughts, a sudden knock on the door jolted him from his contemplation. With an air of authority, he called for the person to enter. The door opened revealing a disheveled teenager, his face etched with exhaustion and a hint of urgency.
Shinji's eyes narrow as he took in the man's appearance. His sun-kissed skin carried a warm tan, His short, pure black hair lies tousled and unkempt.
Clothed in typical Victorian-era working-class attire, his clothes appeared disheveled, showing signs of wear and tear. His shirt, once crisp and clean, now boore the stains of blood. The trousers, though once neatly tailored, now hang loosely from his wiry frame, revealing patches and signs of frequent mending.
Dark brown eyes, set against his sun-touched complexion, held a certain resilience and determination. Despite his disheveled appearance, there is an air of dignity in his countenance.
"What news do you bring?" Shinji asks, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
"Well I just wanted to tell that all the wounded have been treated and the ship will start to sail in a few moments, from what Marie told me we will arrive at the pritz harbour in three days. And the bodies of the slaver's have been thrown overboard. Mr?" The man said as he kept his face neutral the entire time.
"James Holmes. That's my name." Shinji replied as he created a name on the spot. The reason he did this was because he didn't know of the magi of this world could use his or the bodies true name to their advantage.
As the man left shinji gazed back at the leather bound book he had been reading. From what he could gather this belonged to the captain of this ship the one who died fighting the wierd phantasmal beast.
Sitting alone in the captain's cabin, Shinji's eyes fell upon an old leather-bound diary, resting atop a stack of papers. Curiosity piqued, he reached out and gently picked it up, running his fingers over the worn cover. With a flicker of anticipation, he opened the diary to its first page and began to read the words written within.
The script, penned by the previous captain of the slave traders, detailed his orders from a superior, outlining the grim nature of their enterprise. Shinji's brows furrowed as he delved into the sinister depths of the captain's role.
The words spoke of an exchange, a promise of a Sequence 8 potion—something coveted and undoubtedly significant. It was an incentive for the captain to carry out the tasks assigned, to ensure the smooth operation of this very ship.
Contrary to Shinji's expectations, the captain's entries were devoid of remorse. Instead, they brimmed with excitement and a twisted satisfaction at the prospect of receiving the coveted Sequence 8 potion.
The pages described the captain's initiation into the ranks of the Beyonders, shedding light on the hidden world that existed beneath the surface.
These beyonder are strikingly similar to the magi of his world. Shinji's confusion deepened as he read the captain's detailed accounts of his experiences as a Beyonder.
As he read through the book a part of him couldn't help but be drawn to the allure of the Beyonders, the tantalizing promise of power that lurked within those secret pages.
As he pondered his next steps, Shinji couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling of confusion that enveloped him. The diary had provided answers, but it had also birthed a myriad of new questions, threatening to consume him in their ethereal grip.
Continuing to think about this problem the door of the cabin was swing open. It was Edessak the man that had anoyed him when he woke up in this hell hole.
"So how are you doing Captain James Holmes. Didn't think you had it in you to take over a ship in just a small time. " Edessak continued. "Well I should thank you for helping me out."
Shinji glanced up, his gaze sharp and piercing. "I don't do things for free. I have my own objectives and interests to consider."
Edessak nodded, understanding the nature of their exchange. "I understand. Once we reach Backlund, I promise on my name Edessak Augustus to compensate you handsomely for your aid. You have my word, Mr. Holmes."
A flicker of curiosity danced in Shinji's eyes as he heard Edessak utter his full name, Augustus. It echoed within his mind, resonating with a familiarity that stirred a memory. The name Augustus... The royal family of Loen. The realization dawned upon him, connecting the dots and unraveling the puzzle before him.
His voice laced with intrigue, Shinji questioned, "Augustus, you say? That is a name associated with the royal family of Leon. Are you related to them?"
Edessak's expression shifted slightly, a mix of surprise and cautious reserve. "Yes. Augustus is indeed my family name. Though I am not directly in line for the throne. My circumstances have led me on a different path."
Shinji's mind raced, contemplating the significance of this revelation. The connection to the royal family brought forth a myriad of questions.
With a silent understanding passing between them, Shinji and Edessak shared a moment of mutual respect and determination.