"Today, I finally mustered up the courage to call Miss Daisy to the ship's kitchen. She kept praising my cooking, saying that because my food was so delicious that it was hard to find anywhere else, that was why the nobles, as well as she and her brother, were willing to sail on the Black Shark."
Good heavens, how could she say that? Does that make me the one who harmed her? But by the grace of the Goddess of Harvest, I'm still happy to let her enjoy the delicious food I made!
"We can't wait any longer. I took her to the kitchen under the pretense of teaching her to cook. This will be my chance to expose the captain's plot and get her out of here. There's a small lifeboat in the storage room. We'll succeed!"
Eli listened to the diary entry with great interest, as if it were an interesting story.
Until he saw Phil Gray suddenly stop, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.
"What's wrong? How did Tang and Miss Daisy's communication go?" Eli asked. In his opinion, the cook's idea was a bit naive. How could he be sure that Miss Daisy would believe him? Besides, even if she did believe him, were they really going to leave with just a small escape boat?
Even if the Blacktooth Shark didn't attack them, how could they survive in the ocean, two weeks away from land?
Phil Gray frowned. "Miss Daisy didn't believe him. Instead, she was scared away and then called her brother and other passengers."
"Huh? What happened?"
Phil Gray glanced at Eli and began to read with great emotion, seemingly mimicking Don's feelings.
“I really don’t understand why Miss Daisy would do this! She saw me cooking, saw all those delicious ingredients, she threw up, then cried, looking at me with pleading eyes, saying she wanted to go out and find her brother.”
I anxiously told her, "There's no time! The captain's a bad guy! He's a notorious pirate! He's taking our entire ship to Qunwan Island, where his former brothers live. Those vicious pirates will rob all the nobles on board and then feed everyone to the sharks!"
Phil Grayton paused for a moment, then adjusted his tone and continued reading:
"Miss Daisy, why won't you come with me! Why? I'll take you away from here, send you back to your hometown, or anywhere else. I'll cook delicious food for you for the rest of my life and make you the happiest girl in the world!"
Eli chuckled. "This guy thinks he can get people to leave with him just based on a few words?"
Phil Gray ignored him and continued reading, “Miss Daisy looked at me in horror. Why? How could she look at her favorite delicacies with such disgust? She ran away, left the kitchen, and took all the passengers with her! I…”
"Why aren't you reading anymore?" Eli urged.
"That's it. The diary ends here."
Phil Gray continued turning the pages until the last few pages were blank.
Eli pinched the bridge of his nose. "According to his diary, Blacktooth Shark's destination was that pirate island. Jeremy and the pirates plundered the nobles on the ship. However, the cook exposed the captain's conspiracy, and the noble passengers were summoned by Miss Daisy, so they will probably know about the conspiracy as well. So what will the captain do? Will he directly attack the passengers?"
Phil Gray shook his head. "I always feel there's something strange about this. Why would Miss Daisy vomit when she sees the food in the kitchen, and why is she so afraid of Don?"
He continued in a chilling tone, "Do you think it's possible that those ingredients were human flesh?"
Having witnessed far too many similar rumors on Earth, Phil Gray made a reasonable deduction.
Eli's smile vanished abruptly. "This... might just be some deep-sea food? Something disgusting like fish innards?"
Phil Gray closed his diary. "That's possible. Let's look for other clues. Let's go check on Viscount Ward."
“Hmm.” Eli nodded, following absentmindedly behind his boss.
"how's it going?"
They saw knights going in and out of several adjacent guest rooms, while Viscount Ward stood to the side with his hands on his hips and a tobacco dangling from his mouth.
"Pah! There are skeletons in these rooms. I'm sure they're human bones, and not just one. There are in every single room." Viscount Walter said listlessly, spitting out his tobacco.
"Were they former passengers of the Blacktooth Shark?" Phil Gray asked.
"Who knows? But if it wasn't a passenger, where did these human bones come from? So many churches searched for a whole year, who would have thought they'd become a pile of bones?" Viscount Ward said with a sigh, but as a believer in war, he didn't show the appropriate pity.
"Can you figure out how he died?" Phil Gray asked again.
“At least it wasn’t poisoning that killed them. The poison from the plague-makers penetrates deep into the bone marrow. As for the specific manner of death, with no flesh left, who could know?” Viscount Ward shrugged.
"You, go check the other rooms. Who knows what these passengers on the ship are thinking? Who knows which one might be deliberately hiding something?" Viscount Walder gave a mocking smile as he pointed at his knights and ordered.
They were at a standstill for a time, with no new clues emerging, leaving them unable to know what happened to the chef named Tang afterward.
Phil Gray sighed, somewhat disappointed.
“At least now we know that the passengers on that ship didn’t die at the hands of pirates from Qunwan Island, but encountered some other situation along the way, right?” Eli said after a moment of thought.
"Um."
Phil Gray looked toward the captain's cabin, his expression grave. "So tell me, do you think we'll just sail safely to the originally planned Isle of Vane with this ship?"
Eli didn't speak, but their eyes met, and they both saw the same answer in each other's eyes—impossible.
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