bdsm-fiction Chapter 145 Little Tracy seems to have grown up~
Chapter 145 Little Tracy seems to have grown up~
Chapter 145 Little Tracy seems to have grown up~
"Captain?! What brings you here..."
Inside the dimly lit stronghold, "The Eloquent One" Mithril nearly dropped his wine glass.
He stared wide-eyed at Tracy, who suddenly pushed the door open and walked in.
She was wearing an ill-fitting men's trench coat, her long black hair was covered in dust, and her flushed cheeks were still red from running. She looked completely travel-worn.
This is far removed from the image of the captain that Misor remembered as always dashing and impeccably dressed.
"What are you doing here?" Tracy didn't answer his question, but instead coldly glanced at the third mate who had joined halfway through.
The cold gaze made Misor unconsciously shrink back.
"Captain, while you were away, we dared not make any rash moves..." Misor swallowed hard and said truthfully, "Plus, things have been tense lately, so I've been hiding here for the time being..."
He carefully observed Tracy's expression, and asked hesitantly, "By the way, Captain, where have you been all this time? The first mate and the others said you were in an accident..."
He swallowed the words back, but the meaning was already quite clear.
"I'm not dead," Tracy said coldly. "Are you all alone here?"
"No." Misor quickly shook his head, pointing out the window, "And my six sailors are in the bar not far away."
In reality, as a new member, Misor was being ostracized by the first mate, second mate, and others. After the captain went missing,
The power struggle on the ship intensified, and he, as an "outsider," naturally became the target of everyone's criticism.
Rather than being ambushed on the ship, it's safer to hide here and drink alone. At least it's relatively safe and I don't have to worry about being stabbed in the back.
Tracy's fingertips lightly traced her coat as she fell into thought. She understood Misor's situation, of course, and knew that the Third Officer's loyalty was still under evaluation.
But now, she desperately needs manpower...
"Fate is on my side," she murmured to herself.
"Go and call your men back," Tracy commanded, looking up with an urgent tone. "I have an important mission."
Tracy, with Misor and a few sailors, hurried through the dark alleys of Bayam and finally returned to the dilapidated pirate ship.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, ruffled her disheveled black hair.
Her heart was pounding, and for some reason she felt a strange unease.
Sure enough, her unease was confirmed when she pushed open the cabin door.
The cabin was completely empty.
"Where is he?!" Her voice suddenly rose, and her fingertips gripped the door frame tightly.
Inside the cockpit, only scattered ropes remained. Brando was gone, and so was the orange cat.
"He's awake? No, that can't be, it can't be that fast."
"Could it be that cat? But that's impossible. That cat alone couldn't have moved someone as big as Brando."
"Someone's here. Someone else must have been here."
Tracy's chest heaved violently as an indescribable surge of regret and anger erupted from within her.
She went to the bed and saw the burn marks on the ropes—
"Damn it!" Tracy cursed.
She should have realized it! She shouldn't have left Brando here alone! Even half an hour would have been enough for someone with ulterior motives to take him away!
"Damn it—damn it!" She gritted her teeth, her nails digging deep into her palms, as if she felt no pain at all.
"Calm down, calm down!"
She forced herself to calm down, turned around, and rushed into the storage room deep inside the ship's cabin.
The extraordinary materials piled up inside remained intact, and a rich spiritual aura emanated from the hatch.
"I didn't come here for the materials—" she muttered to herself.
If the other party isn't after the materials, then it means their target is Lorne.
Who is it? The Church of Storms? Or some other pirate? Or perhaps—that damned Edwina Edwards.
Her thoughts were churning, and her fingers unconsciously traced the cuffs of her trench coat.
That was Lorne's coat; his scent still lingered on it.
"Who did this, and why?"
"Why did you have to take him away!"
Tracy's eyes darkened, and she visibly sank into a gloomy mood.
While she was immersed in anger and regret, Misor behind her was quietly examining the extraordinary materials in the storeroom.
When he saw the quantity of extraordinary materials in the ship's hold, an uncontrollable glint of greed flashed in his eyes.
So much—worth at least tens of thousands of pounds—
His gaze slowly shifted to Tracy's retreating figure.
Tracy was completely unprepared at that moment, with no magical items on her body, and she didn't even notice his unusual behavior.
Without a mirror, there's no way to use it as a substitute, and the staff that helps avoid harm is also gone.
She was clearly out of control and didn't care about him at all.
Most importantly, Mirso also realized that Tracy herself was not in good condition and was probably injured.
"An opportunity!" Misor keenly realized that this was a good time.
The first mate, second mate, and everyone else on board believed that the captain had met with an accident and was likely in grave danger.
The secret hideout was staffed entirely by his subordinates, and they encountered no one else along the way. In other words, no one else knew that the captain had returned.
Misor thought that as a newcomer, he had not gained complete trust, and it was better to be dependent on others.
Why not—why not just seize these materials and start our own business?
"Everyone else thinks you're dead, how can I let them down?"
A ruthless glint flashed in Misor's eyes.
He is a "silver-tongued man," skilled at manipulating people's hearts, but even more adept at seizing opportunities.
The captain is currently only a Sequence 5 in poor condition and injured, while I am a Sequence 6 in full condition. There is not that much difference between the two.
If he were to make his move now, given his abilities and experience, he would be quite confident in taking down Tracy.
Opportunity waits for no one.
"corrosion"
His expression darkened, and he quietly used the "Corrosion" ability.
However, just as Mirso was about to make his move...
"Ah la"
A ripple suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the narrow corridor, and then a graceful figure slowly emerged.
She wore a simple, pristine white robe with high slits on both sides, revealing a pair of flawless legs with skin as white as snow and as tender as a young girl's.
This woman had black hair and blue eyes, and possessed a delicate and beautiful appearance with an indescribable charm.
"Little Tracy, I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Mother, what brings you here?" Tracy only snapped out of her regret when she saw Katarina suddenly appear.
How did she get here?
Mother? The captain's mother! Mirso, who was still infatuated with the other's appearance, quickly came back to his senses and was so frightened that he immediately withdrew his power.
"Little Tracy has gone missing, how can I not go look for her—"
Katarina grinned at Tracy, who was wearing a men's trench coat, and said, "Little Tracy, you seem to have grown up a lot~"
"And—" she said, glancing at the storeroom behind Tracy, "we also found so much treasure."
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