Moreover, that rat was different from Lily—her uncle was a real beast. If he was let off the island and took control of all the rats on Hope Island, the situation would become unmanageable.
"He won't do that. My uncle is very reasonable, and he adores me. He definitely doesn't want to drown, either."
"Take a message to your uncle first. Let's see how he responds."
No matter what, he was still a living creature. As long as it was a living creature, it needed an island to live on. For now, at least, their interests were aligned.
The Narwhal sailed alone across the desolate Gobi Beach, and the crew members began their work according to their duties.
After a full day on his feet, Charles finished dinner and headed for his cabin. His shift was over; this was his private rest time.
Usually, aside from six hours of rest, he had three hours to himself.
Of course, this wasn't an absolute rule. As Captain, if any issue arose on board, he had to be the first to respond.
