There was a clear distinction from the deep waters in the distance.
Seeing this, Rogel extinguished the idea of testing his new ability.
Even using Heisatan passively was quite intense.
If he were to use his ability, it might cause a big commotion.
Better to wait for a suitable opportunity to experint.
"Let’s go back to Giant Tree Island."
Rogel said.
In fact, he had so questions he wanted to ask the Tree of Life, perhaps It would know the answers.
Everyone nodded.
With Rogel successfully advancing to Deputy, their mission was accomplished.
...
The joys and sorrows of people are not interconnected.
People who once walked the sa path may head in completely different directions.
Boom!
The storm raged on, the tempest surged, the sea shook violently, and huge waves continuously crashed against the ship.
The wind and rain blew into the cabin of a pirate ship teetering on the brink of collapse.
The lightning flashing in the sky shone through the gap in the door, illuminating the room.
Aitar’s eyes were bloodshot, his face wet, uncertain if it was rain or tears.
His once-brawny physique now appeared thin and powerless.
His left hand tightly clutched the bedsheet, while his right hand held an elderly hand.
On the bed, Uncle Jack was emaciated, with sunken eyes, and his pupils had turned white.
A dark red mark appeared on his forehead.
Looking at Aitar in front of him, Uncle Jack shakily raised his hand to gently caress his cheek.
His voice was weak, and he forced a smile.
"I never thought... this old man... could have such a... legendary... experience before dying..."
"Shut up!"
Aitar shouted, eyes bloodshot, interrupting his words.
"You’re not going to die! You won’t die!"
"Stop talking, old man, I beg you, I beg you... just lie down, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, I’ll find a doctor to remove this goddamn curse..."
"Weiwei Li won’t die either, that fat devil must have ended up on so deserted island... really... I’ll find him, and you have to hold on until then, you hear ..."
"Kid..."
Old Jack’s voice was faint, but Aitar heard it clearly, biting his lip tightly and bowing his head to listen.
"Listen to ... I’m going to die..."
"In all this ti... I don’t regret sailing with you..."
Old Jack could barely catch his breath after speaking a couple of sentences.
The red mark on his forehead grew darker, like a deathly on.
"I’ve been a bachelor my whole life... never had a son... but I’m grateful... that Heaven... let et you..."
"...Many people say you’re a... a monster kid... a solitary freak... but I know... you’re a good child... that’s not your true self... right..."
"Cough!"
Old Jack suddenly coughed, blood erupting, knowing he really had no ti left.
But he still had so much to say.
At this mont, Aitar was already in tears, head bowed, body trembling uncontrollably, choking on his words.
Yet, at that mont, Old Jack suddenly felt much more comfortable, even able to speak fluently.
"Child..."
"Don’t care about what others think..."
"And don’t... lose yourself..."
"With your kindness and true self, seek the truth..."
He smiled genuinely and, using all his strength, spoke his final words.
At the sa ti, he turned his head, raising his hand as if to pat his broad shoulder.
"I sail with you..."
With that, Old Jack, smiling, closed his eyes.
The weak hand gently patted Aitar’s shoulder.
As if it was Old Jack’s final encouragent to Aitar.
The dark red mark grew even more crimson.
Old Jack’s lifeless body eventually turned bloodless.
Feeling all this, Aitar could no longer contain his grief, letting out a sorrowful wail to the sky...
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