The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 814 Ch.813 Voyage
An earlier morning than usual.

Even Yolanda thinks it's dark.

The cold wind from the cracks in the port seeped in through the holes in the broken cabin planks, and the people inside could no longer sleep.

Yolanda tucked her collar subconsciously.

Soon, my eyelids were completely opened by the sound of footsteps.

She felt like she was shaking from head to toe, and the rising and falling shouts made it difficult to hear the words.

She pulled up her satin skirt and quietly got off the ground.

The friction sound of the sail lock sliding could be heard on the deck, and the creaking of the wide gaps in the wooden planks came from far away - after she had adjusted her appearance in the round mirror she carried with her and checked that the dagger was safely resting on her forearm.

There was a knock on the cabin door.

You can hear it.

The man outside the door was as gentle as possible - a second ago, Yolanda just heard him shouting at someone, "Move the fucking bucket away, you lazy maggot!"

The next second, there was a soft knock on the door, as if someone was pinching a piece of exquisite cake with their fingers.

He tried his best.

"…Ms. Yolanda?"

The sound was like thunder.

"Yes, I'm in the house."

Yolanda straightened her back, unlocked the door and the "safety" she had leaned against the door before going to bed, took a step back, and opened the door.

The person outside the door has the final say on this ship.

Captain Bruce Pink.

He had fiery red curly hair, and was capable and sturdy. His rolled-up sleeves revealed his sturdy forearms and a layer of red, not-so-obvious sweat hair.

There was a pipe bulging in his jacket pocket.

The bib is tilted upwards and exposed.

"Good day, Miss Yolanda."

He had some manners and only spoke at the door, knowing that he should not enter a lady's room.

"We are getting ready to sail."

Yolanda blinked, "...Sir?"

"Oh, I mean, are you ready? I have to ask you this - you are a distinguished guest," Bruce Pink grinned, revealing a mouth full of black and yellow cigarette stains: "If I need to give you some time..."

"You can think about how I got here, sir. Nothing you worry about will happen... I promise."

Letting a woman on board a ship and letting a woman board a ship that is about to sail away are two completely different things.

Even the most tolerant captain would not allow himself to have a woman hiding in the cabin like a rat while he is sailing against the wind and waves: no matter what era this saying comes from, it has its own reason.

At least Bruce Pink follows the rules and likes other people to do the same.

If he hadn't received a commission that he couldn't refuse, he would never have allowed it - this was different from hiring a prostitute while docked.

"very good."

Pink lowered his chin slightly.

"Then I am sure you also know that the journey is difficult, especially for a lady, there are too many inconveniences in life at sea. I hope that if you encounter any problems that you cannot solve, you can come directly to the captain's cabin or the pilot's room to find me."

Yolanda understood and continued, "Instead of chirping like a bird."

Bruce Pink raised his eyebrows: "Looks like I don't have to worry?"

"I try my best."

Yolanda nodded.

"Very good." He took one last look at her, turned his head and began to yell upwards: "Lazy maggots! Keep your hands free! When I find anyone still thinking about the slutty girl on the shore, I will personally teach him a lesson - why haven't you finished the inventory yet?! Pete?! Where is Pete?!"

He left while yelling and banging.

Yolanda exhaled slowly, but her hands were very nimble: she quickly closed the door...

Then, he covered his mouth more quickly.

Because a gray mouse was crawling over the sole of her foot and heading towards the sole of her other foot.

At this moment, Yolanda felt like a trembling nail.

She rolled her eyes upwards, staring at the rotten and sticky ceiling. She grabbed the bolt with one hand and reached for the small cabinet next to her with the other: on it were bundles of candles, an old-fashioned oil lamp, and a round hand mirror that had just been used and had not yet been put away...

And a short iron rod to fasten the door.

She had completely forgotten about the dagger wrapped around her forearm.

——Since she kept her eyes up the whole time, this action made her look even more like a blind person.

The gray mouse's tail flicked a few times.

Long, thin, whip-like, it whips at the ankles.

Yolanda froze in place.

Sighed heavily.

"What am I doing?"

She unzipped her sleeves and untied the strips of cloth one by one.

Pull out the dagger.

Bend down slowly.

thump—

The knife tip, which could no longer be sharpened, did not cause the holder to feel any resistance. It penetrated through the torn rat skin all the way down until it pierced into the floor.

Yolanda held the struggling rat as if she were stabbing a piece of meat, opened the door a crack, and thrust the blade out.

close the door.

Pull back the dagger.

Only an irregular stain remained on the cabin floor.

Yolanda looked at the dagger, thought about it again and again, and gave up the plan of wrapping it back together - rats, cockroaches, lice and fleas.

Passengers and crew will have them as their companions throughout the voyage.

"I should have gotten used to it."

The girl stabbed the dagger into the small table that was already riddled with holes, her knees loosened, and she fell heavily back onto the bed.

The days in Collins' new house were not long, but they were enough to dispel the dark shadow that had plagued her before - she was almost like a young lady, doing nothing all day long, with someone to serve her when she woke up and prepare everything in advance.

She can eat her meals at her leisure, taking as long as she wants.

After eating and drinking, I would take a walk in the garden, read a book, or sew something - or even chat with Halida, Cinder, or Lillian.

This wonderful day made her almost think she was a lady.

she is not.

It’s best to figure this out as soon as possible.

Yolanda stood in the cabin for a while, put the suitcase in order, opened it, and took out the lady's clothes - Halida sorted the suitcase for her one last time, and put a lot of her "little blessings" in it.

Like two sharpened daggers.

Several wooden-handled spikes used to stab people.

A ream of paper, pen, and ink.

A few candles.

Some banknotes and two small pockets of sovereigns.

What’s interesting is that this maid somehow learned about the maritime tradition and actually hid a ‘talisman’ in her layers of clothing – an amulet that symbolized the ‘God of the Sea’.

“…Halida.”

The girl carefully wrapped the amulet in a handkerchief and placed it in the innermost layer of the suitcase.

It took some time to change into the lady's clothes again.

Right now.

The hull shook a few times without warning.

She heard Bruce Pink's shout again, and the sound of messy, dense footsteps.

The sound of the slide lock sliding against some metal.

The sound of water.

She subconsciously opened the round window and looked out.

Shadows rose and fell on the clear sea: she passed a huge ship, close enough to see the algae and dense pale cone shell parasites on its hull.

The hull lightly pressed down on the water, splashing up the cold sea water.

She tried her best to turn her head and look back at the distant harbor.

"Goodbye, London."

(End of this chapter)