Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer

Chapter 326: Chapter 192: 3 Spiral Dolls

Forward, the never-ceasing currents, the ever-blowing gale heading only forward.

The Sound of Dawn sailed across the ocean.

On the boundless blue ocean, only this ship sailed alone, a solitary speck.

At the edge of the open-air deck, Jason was holding a fishing rod, sea fishing.

But the bucket beside him was empty, and the fishing line before him showed no sign of movement.

”How long has it been since Alka and the others came up?” he asked.

Nearby, Juanlu’s voice came over lightly, ”Let me see... two days, I guess. For the past two days, they haven’t shown any sign of coming up. They’ve probably reached a critical point in their research or something.”

He was holding a fishing rod too, but unlike Jason, there was a meter-long sea fish in his bucket. At least he hadn’t come up empty-handed.

”Ever since Alka asked me to call Lucilia down a week ago, they’ve been completely absorbed, forgetting to eat or sleep,” Jason said. ”I have no idea what they’re researching this time.”

While he was speaking, Jason suddenly felt a tug. He jerked the fishing rod, but there was nothing—the hook was bare.

”PFFT! HA HA HA...” Nearby came Pororo’s mocking laughter.

Jason dejectedly sat back down. He couldn’t help but glance at Pororo, whose bucket already held three fish.

”How come you can catch so many? Weren’t we told there are very few fish in this part of the ocean?” Jason couldn’t help but ask.

Pororo leaned his custom-made large fishing rod against the side, grinned, revealing sharp teeth.

Smiling, he said, ”That’s because I’m a warrior of the sea. The ocean favors me, no matter where.”

At Pororo’s smug look, Jason dejectedly turned his gaze back to the water in front of him and cast his hook again.

The three of them were having a contest of luck.

Because fish were sparse in this sea area, catching anything was largely a matter of luck.

Juanlu had joined them because he wanted some fresh ingredients.

Although the cold storage in the galley was large, and the preservation was excellent thanks to the Spell, he felt the food stored there wasn’t fresh enough. He needed fresh ingredients, preferably still alive.

In my view, only creatures still breathing when I put my knife to them can truly be considered fresh, he thought.

He looked up at the sky; the sun was nearing its zenith. It was about time.

Getting up, he brushed himself off, picked up the bucket beside him, and said to the other two, ”I’ll go make lunch. You two continue fishing.”

”Take mine too. That gray one would be great as sashimi,” Pororo said, handing over his bucket.

Juanlu took the bucket and looked at the strange gray fish inside.

Oh well, all these fish look strange to me; I can’t recognize any of them. But since Pororo says this one tastes good as sashimi, then it must be suitable. One might not trust Pororo with other things, but his eye for this is definitely top-notch.

Juanlu had to admit he was outmatched in this regard.

”Four fish,” he muttered, ”the smaller gray one for sashimi... The remaining three, hmm, I’ll fry them. And a Tuoke beef leg—Alka hasn’t seemed to be resting well lately... Add a Sacred Heart Fruit for flavor and to restore his spirits.”

Carrying the two buckets, he muttered to himself as he headed towards the galley.

Ensuring every meal for the crew was his duty; he needed to make sure everyone ate their fill while also receiving adequate nutrition.

At that moment, the Sound of Dawn softly hummed a tune, and the sound of a violin drifted from the bird-shaped figurehead at the bow.

The two melodies intertwined, and a warmth like sunlight emanated from the music—a hymn of praise to the sun.

Julia sat on the bird figurehead, playing her violin. As the music reached a crescendo, she opened her mouth.

A beautiful song floated out on the breeze.

Hearing the music and sensing it was about time, Pororo put away his custom-made large fishing rod.

He packed it neatly and stored it in his custom wristband. Due to his large build and his thick, short fingers, wearing a ring was inconvenient during combat, so his storage gear was a custom wristband. This also meant his storage space was slightly larger than others’, though, of course, it had cost more money.

Once everything was stowed away, he lightly patted Jason’s shoulder and stood up.

”I need to go relieve Chadite. You continue fishing.”

With that, he began to climb the mainmast. Shortly after, he saw Chadite swinging down from the crow’s nest on a rope.

She had been on watch, and Pororo was now going to take her shift.

With a light thud, Chadite landed on the deck behind Jason, still holding the rope.

After steadying herself, she patted the rope in her hand. ”Thanks,” she said, then let go.

The rope automatically retracted, securing itself in its original place.

”TSK TSK TSK!” Chadite exclaimed, her eyes falling on Jason’s empty bucket with amusement.

”You mean you haven’t caught a single one? I saw you three fishing all morning from up there!”

Hearing Chadite’s taunt, Jason pulled his bucket closer and retorted defensively, ”That’s because there are hardly any fish in this area! My technique is solid.”

”Then why did the other two catch some?”