Bonus Chapter [5] - 800 Power Stones.
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Lying in his coffin, Rigel was not sleeping, but thinking about the events of the day.
He felt he had been too impulsive with all of this, even going so far as to argue with the goddess. If it had been earlier, he would hardly have acted this way, but after some time in this world, acting as a leader and resolving everything with his own hands, Rigel felt he was slowly changing.
If before he wouldn't have been so daring, nor would he have wanted to get so close to Calypso, even sealed away, now he felt a certain degree of satisfaction with it all.
Each victory and each achievement gave him a little more courage, at that point, although he was still afraid of Dumbledore and Voldemort, he felt that he was no longer powerless to resist.
Of course, Rigel restrained that sentiment, those who die from overconfidence are not few.
He used to feel safe in his coffin with so many snakes around, but Dalma could not only see his coffin, but also play with his snakes! Besides, she wasn't his subordinate and the hat's effect didn't affect her, even if she were, Rigel doubted the hat could truly affect the woman.
Fortunately, he asked Jormungandr to keep an eye on her, with precise control over every point of the ship, so that, at least in her human form, she couldn't defeat Jormungandr, allowing him to sleep peacefully without the woman doing anything against him.
Regarding her inexplicable attraction to him, Rigel neither doubted nor believed it. Knowing Greek mythology, it's clear that doubting a god could fall in love randomly is foolish, but Rigel wouldn't be stupid enough to believe Calypso's love was sincere.
It's most likely a passing interest, whether it's to get him to help free her, because she was curious about him, or perhaps even simple boredom, no matter the reason, Rigel promised himself he wouldn't be stupid enough to fall for it.
Sighing, he went to sleep, ready to continue his practice.
//-//
Rigel was practicing a spell he had been hesitant to try for a long time, his greatest fear with this spell was simply losing control, and judging by his talent, that wasn't even a possibility, but a certainty.
Fiend Fire.
Dark magic. Living fire. Fire that consumes everything around it.
Rigel knew that practicing this in the old Black house was the same as burning down his own house and the surrounding neighborhood, attracting the attention of the ministry and being the first child to be sent to Azkaban. That is, if he survived.
However, this time he was in the dragon's dream, even if he burned this place to ashes, nothing would happen to him or the outside world.
The location had changed, now he was on a simple wooden platform surrounded by the endless sea. He thought this place might help him control his mindset, even knowing it was just a dream, his subconscious could still prevent him.
Although Fiend Fire is powerful, it cannot burn water.
Taking a deep breath, Rigel pointed ahead and murmured, waving his wand. "Pestis Incendium."
[A/N: Thanks King_Gluttony for helping me find the correct incantation.]
Rigel thought he wouldn't even be able to conjure, but he was wrong.
As soon as he conjured it, not only did a jet of flame shoot out of his wand, but it grew rapidly, consuming his magic as if it were draining Rigel instead of Rigel sending his magic.
That wasn't all, while the spell continued to drain his magic, Rigel felt a constant urge to set the world ablaze, to consume everything that opposed him.
Rigel quickly controlled his magic, preventing it from escaping, but by then, a ten-meter-long snake of flames had already formed. It roared, looking around, before spotting only Rigel beyond the sea. Without a second thought, it charged towards him.
Rigel woke up breathing heavily, startled.
He could still feel the fire consuming him to ashes at that moment, as if he had truly burned to death, along with that growing desire to burn his enemies.
The fear of this spell grew in his mind, it took him a while to calm down. Fortunately, the coffin was having its effect, helping him recover, even mentally.
In the end, only caution remained, he felt lucky that he hadn't tried that spell alone at home, he probably would have burned himself and Kreacher to ashes.
//-//
In Ragnarok, the pirates ate at long dining tables, there were two of these tables, one parallel to the other, enough to fit them all and still have room to spare.
Although Rigel had plenty of food after stocking up in Tortuga, it wasn't a finite supply, so he kept the dishes he prepared for himself, rarely sharing with others.
After Anna arrived on the ship, the crew stopped eating dry food, none of the pirates there knew how to cook. Will could fend for himself a little, Elizabeth had never cooked in her life, and the only other one who could cook a bit was Clemens.
Thus, Rigel directly appointed the two as head cooks, since doctors aren't needed all the time and there were already enough pirates to pilot the ship, so they became responsible for the kitchen, along with some random pirates who were called upon to peel vegetables or something like that.
Rigel was kind enough to add plenty of spice to them, at the very least, the food they ate wasn't really bad, although Rigel's food was better. Even Rigel ate with them sometimes.
Of course, Rigel was extremely strict about cleanliness, if any idiot pirate dared to touch everyone's food with dirty hands, they would be hanged from the mast by ropes. Of course, Rigel left Jormungandr in charge of this, he couldn't keep an eye on these pirates all the time, but Jormungandr controlled the entire ship, everything there was visible to him, so Rigel made him directly responsible for keeping an eye on these idiots.
Although they were loyal, changing ingrained pirate habits was more difficult than teaching tricks to an old dog.
The whole situation was new and not yet in its initial stages, which is why when Dalma entered the kitchen and began to help, Jormungandr was confused about what to do.
Thus, the wooden snake struck Rigel's coffin, fortunately, he was already awake after practicing the use of Fiendfire, merely resting while the coffin's effect restored him.