The dangers of the island are not merely physical, but far more bizarre than most people can imagine. I myself could never have imagined monsters that could alter human memories.

But I will not give up. No matter how difficult it is, I will see the sun again.

Fortunately, on the way home, I am not alone——”

Just as Charles was about to continue writing, a fair, soft little foot stepped onto his back.

“How many times have I told you, don’t bother me when I’m writing my diary.” Charles naturally brushed the foot aside.

“Tch, back in elementary school during summer vacation, when the teacher made you write a diary every day, you used to copy mine. Now that you’ve crossed over to this godforsaken place, you’ve suddenly become diligent and eager to learn again?”

Charles turned around and looked helplessly at the woman lying on the bed.

That was the ship’s doctor, Anna. Her curvaceous figure made her lying sideways on the bed a striking sight, and her every gesture exuded a mature charm that could set a man’s imagination running wild.

But for Charles, this was nothing new. “What do you want now?”

Hearing Charles’s question, Anna’s smile grew even brighter. With her right hand, she gently tugged at her single-shoulder strap, letting it fall askew, while her left hand slowly slid up her fair, jade-like thigh.

“Come on~ let’s have some fun~ after all, we have~ so much time~~”

Looking at his former partner, Charles showed a wry smile. “Can you let me rest for a bit? We just escaped, and after running around the island for so long, aren’t you tired?——”

Anna’s face instantly fell. She nudged Charles lightly with her foot and complained in a resentful tone, “Back when we first crossed over, you’d drag me into the room every chance you got. What now? Is this the seven-year itch? Are you starting to get tired of me? Jerk!”

Charles sighed softly, went over to hug her, and patted her gently. “Emily, have some sympathy. There’s no such thing as land that’s been over-farmed, only oxen that die of exhaustion.”

“If you don’t pay your dues today, don’t even think about touching me for the rest of the month!”

With Anna’s complaints, the oil lamp in the room slowly went out.

The diary on the table, under the force of inertia, slowly flipped its pages, revealing the previous day’s entry.

“They have each other, but what about me? Why was I the only one who crossed over? Being alone is really lonely. If only I had a companion.”

The next day, as soon as Charles woke up, he naturally leaned over to the pillow and gave Anna a light kiss on her smooth cheek. “I’m going to take the helm.”

Without even opening her eyes, Anna impatiently pushed Charles’s face away. “Go, go, go. Don’t kiss me if you haven’t shaved, it’s prickly.”

Charles smiled knowingly, gave her another peck on the cheek, then got up and dressed.

When the refreshed Charles arrived at the cockpit, he saw Bandage meticulously steering the ship.

He patted him on the shoulder. “How’s it going? Nothing unusual?”

After going through life and death together, Charles had completely let down his guard toward Bandage. If it weren’t for Bandage escaping from that strange tree, he might not have been able to find the others.

He looked mysterious, but at least he wasn’t malicious.

“Nothing…” Bandage showed no reaction to Charles’s friendly gesture.

“All right, go get some sleep. I’ll take over.” Charles took the wheel.

As usual, Bandage calmly gave Charles a Fratan religious salute before leaving the cockpit.

In a good mood, Charles steered the ship. Although it was pitch black outside with no scenery at all, he felt he hadn’t been this happy in a long time, and his spirits were much lifted.

“Bang”—the door was pushed open. Dean came in from outside, pouting and looking indignant.

“Captain! That guy Walter is totally unfit to be on this ship!! I propose we kick him out! He’s supposed to be in charge of the rats, but now the rats are gone.”

“It’s just a nest of rats. Is it really worth arguing with your crewmate over this? Maybe they just ran off on their own.” Charles felt a headache coming on. As captain, he had to deal with conflicts among the crew.

“No way, I searched everywhere. The rats couldn’t have jumped into the sea!”

Just then, the sailor named Walter also rushed in, excitedly defending himself to Charles, insisting that the rats really did disappear suddenly and it wasn’t his fault.

The two of them argued noisily around Charles, until finally Charles brought out the reward for this voyage, which managed to divert their attention.

Originally, Charles thought the matter was settled, but things didn’t go as planned—something else happened, and this time it was a person.

“Captain, Walter is missing!!”

Hearing his boatswain say this, Charles frowned slightly at the helm. Crew members aren’t rats; the ship is only so big, how could someone just disappear without a trace?

Charles ordered all crew members to search for the missing sailor, but after turning the entire Rat over, they still couldn’t find him.

The joy and relief from completing the mission vanished without a trace. At dinner at six that day, a shadow hung over everyone’s face as they ate their food without tasting it.