Chapter 10. Doctor Anna
July 2, 8th Year of Crossing Over Emerging from n0v@lbin☆, this material harbors clandestine details.
Island exploration turns out to be even harder than I imagined. I had initially thought that an uncharted island would, at most, be occupied by powerful creatures. But yesterday's events taught me a lesson.
The dangers on an island are not merely physical; they are mysterious and strange in ways unimaginable to humans. I never thought I would encounter creatures capable of tampering with human memories.
But I won't give up. No matter the difficulties ahead, I am going to see the sun again.
Luckily, I am not alone on this journey back home—"
Just as Charles was about to continue jotting down his thoughts, a pair of soft, fair feet stepped onto his back.
"I have told you so many times, don't disturb me when I'm writing my diary." Charles casually brushed the feet aside.
"Tsk. Back during summer vacation in our elementary school days, the teacher made us write daily diary entries as homework. You even copied mine just to submit them on time. Now that we've been transported to this miserable place, you suddenly decide to be diligent and studious?"
Charles turned around and looked at the woman lying on the bed with a sense of helplessness. It was Anna, the ship's doctor. Her well-proportioned figure, as she lay on her side, presented a sight that was nothing short of captivating. The gentle curves on her body enhanced her allure. With every movement, her mature charm radiated from her being, stirring the imagination of any man who laid his eyes on her.
But for Charles, it had become a common sight.
"What do you want now?" Charles asked.
Anna's smile grew more radiant upon hearing Charles' question. With her right hand, she lightly pulled down the strap of her dress, allowing it to drape diagonally. Her left hand gracefully slid up her milky-white thigh.
"Come~ let's have some fun~ We have plenty~ of time~ after all~" she purred seductively.
Looking at his companion from his former life, a bitter smile appeared on Charles' face.
"Can you give me a break? We just escaped, and we've been running on that island for so long. Aren't you tired?"
Anna's expression changed, and she lightly kicked Charles on the back. With a tone filled with resentment, she complained, "When we first arrived here, you were so eager to get me into your room whenever we had a spare moment. And now? Is this the seven-year itch people speak of? Do you find me not appealing anymore? You asshole!"
Charles let out a sigh and sat by the side of the bed to pull her into his embrace. He gently patted her and said, "Jiajia, please understand me. There is no land that cannot be cultivated, only tired oxen who die from exhaustion."
Initially, Charles thought the matter would just blow over. Unfortunately, trouble arose once again, and this time, it involved a crew member.
"Captain! Walter is missing!" Dipp reported.
Hearing his words, Charles' brows furrowed together. Crew members were different from mice. The ship was not that big, so how could someone disappear without a trace?
Charles ordered everyone on board to search for the missing sailor, but despite thoroughly scouring every corner of S.S. Mouse, Walter was nowhere to be found.
The joy and ease that had filled the air after completing their mission were completely replaced by a somber atmosphere. When they gathered for their 6 o'clock meal, shadows hung over every individual's face as they nibbled on their tasteless food.
Observing his crew members' expressions, Charles knew that as the captain, he had to come up with a plan. The best case scenario was that something from the sea had just climbed aboard and dragged the sailor into the depths. However, he feared that this was just the beginning and the crew's disappearances would continue.
"From now on, everyone must move in pairs, even when using the restroom. And everyone must carry their weapons with them at all times."
"Aye, Captain."
"Understood, Captain."
With a grave expression, Charles lowered his head to eat his meal. Just then, a fair hand reached out and lightly patted his arm.
A gentle voice whispered in his ear, "Don't worry. We've experienced so much and overcame all of them all this long while. This time will be no different."
Charles's anxious mood eased slightly as he forced a smile at Anna, who was seated beside him.
"No need to comfort me. It's just a minor issue. And you, don't wander around alone for the next few days. Remember to stay by my side at all times."
"Okay. Just don't find me annoying then," Anna replied cheekily. She lightly brushed her index finger on Charles's face before seductively putting her finger with bread crumbs clinging to it in her mouth.
As Charles continued to eat, he couldn't help but notice Anna resting her chin on her hand, her eyes fixated on him with an intense gaze.
"Why aren't you eating?"
"I had some snacks earlier, so I'm not hungry right now."
"Where did you get snacks on the ship? You're not trying to lose weight again, are you? You're not even overweight. Starving yourself isn't good for your health."
"Alright, alright. Mind your own business, Captain. I'll find something to eat if I get hungry."