Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 385 - 385 389 Embarking on the Black Oak

?Chapter 385: Chapter 389: Embarking on the Black Oak Chapter 385: Chapter 389: Embarking on the Black Oak Clinging to the rope ladder, Lawrence slowly climbed aboard the Black Oak, its hull dark and somber as if smoked by something, and made his way onto the deck.

As soon as he landed, he bent over, bracing himself on his knees, gasping for several breaths before he managed to even them out—this involuntary reaction made him chuckle and shake his head in self-mockery.

He really was getting old, needing to rest after climbing a short distance along the rope ladder. In the past…

Another set of footsteps landed behind him. Lawrence dismissed the irrelevant thoughts and turned to see Exceptional Being 077 also having followed him aboard—this menacing mummy stood cautiously at the edge of the gunwale, appearing rather docile.

It, or rather he—had been quite cooperative along the way. It was indeed a bit strange to see such a horrifying high-rank Exceptional Being acting so obediently, but as soon as Lawrence remembered that this mummy was the only “companion” on his expedition, he suppressed the odd feeling in his heart and adopted a more serious expression.

“Is the small boat securely moored?” he asked Exceptional Being 077, conversing with this unusual “sailor” as he would normally talk to his own crew.

“It’s secure,” the mummy replied promptly with a hoarse and low voice. Then it raised its head and quickly surveyed the surroundings, its tone slightly hesitant, “…there seems to be no one on board, Captain.”

“I’m not blind,” Lawrence replied indifferently, his gaze scanning the situation on the deck.

After stepping onto the deck of the Black Oak, the eerie fog and shadowy texture still lingered but showed no signs of intensifying. Through the drifting mists, he could vaguely see the ship’s features—everything was similar to the White Oak, with about seventy to eighty percent similarity in facilities, except that it appeared neglected for years. The paint on the railings was patchy and flaking; parts of the deck showed warping; and on the structures above, one could see stains like rust.

Without the peculiar fog, the ship felt like another White Oak—a neglected and adrift “version” after years at sea.

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