The Ultimate Evolution - Chapters 500 - 525 - Novel Plus (2023)

Sheyan nodded happily after receiving a more satisfying reply before stroking Black Widow's head like he was a dog. He then nonchalantly poured Black Widow a few sips of rum and turned to leave.

Looking back, Black Widow's tiny, slender eyes revealed a hint of venom.

But at that moment, Sheyan suddenly whirled around, sneering at the once again cowardly and fearful-looking Dark Widow.

"I know you wish us dead, yes?"

Black Widow kept shaking her head and wailing.

"I've already answered everything you asked, it was absolutely true!"

Instead, Sheyan smiled slightly.

"Yes, I believe you are not deceiving me, your words are true. Frankly, you are a great schemer; apart from the fact that gypsies are extremely insidious. Trying to tempt us by describing exorbitant fees of 2-3 times the price, so they want us to look them up directly. So their goal for us is to perish for them, isn’t it?”

Black Widow's face immediately paled, but she persisted in her desperate struggle on her deathbed.

"It wasn't me, it really wasn't me!"

Sheyan narrowed her eyes and laughed; the same expression he had when raising a net full of restless fish in the real world.

"So maybe every pirate in Tortuga is a fool? Since they can earn more, why not sell directly to gypsies? Why would they allow these big trading centers to win? The only explanation is that only trading centers that have the skill and confidence can deal with gypsies; Only a powerful villain can stop being a villain!

Sheyan then began whispering imperceptibly in Black Widow's ears.

"Even though you are so contradictory, but based on the truthful information you have shared, I will allow you to keep a complete corpse."

Eye sockets seemed to burst apart, Black Widow howled fanatically.

"You're going to sink into Davy Jones' closet!"

Then Canbi advanced; He controlled Black Widow's chin and shamelessly twisted it. Kapa! With sleek agility, Black Widow's neck was snapped.

The four shrugged off their sleeves and said goodbye; none of them impeded his exit.

Brother Black then casually searched the tavern; fishing out a bulky looking bag while the rising tinkle of golden guineas echoed inside.

However, at that moment, the trio received the notification.

[You murdered Barbossa's Tortuga servant and ransacked his tavern]

[Her relationship with Barbossa crashed for 'Nemesis']

[Hidden main quest: 'Curse' activated]

[ Quest complete text : Barbossa and his mortal pirates are part of the crew of the Black Pearl, which tirelessly ponders the problem of breaking her physical curse. Therefore, they travel across the Caribbean Sea in search of scattered gold coins. So they don't have time to look for their problem. But sooner or later the curse of the Black Pearl will be lifted. At this point, be ready to face the wrath of the Black Pearl crew]

[Quest Goal: Secretly get an Aztec Gold* from the Curse of the Black Pearl and prevent Barbossa from breaking his curse]

(TN: Aztec Gold are the gold coins Barbossa needs to dispel the Black Pearl curse)

[Note: You must retain ownership of Aztec Gold for at least 3 days. After 3 days, each additional day increases the rating given by the kingdom. Limit: 1 week. ]

[Quest Deadline: 1 Month - If the deadline is met, you can use 10,000 Help Points to get an extra day of Quest Deadline. Maximum extension period: 7 days. The quest will fail after the seven days. ]

[Quest Failing Penalty: You will be hunted by the Black Pearl Pirates for 1 week. All your wealth acquired in this world will be deducted. ]

[Warning: There is a chance that this quest will conflict with other competitor's quests. ]

"This!" Sheyan whispered inwardly. "Ah, this is indeed an incredibly difficult mission that deserves a 'B+' rating. With the present knot, all Aztec gold is in two places.”

"Most of it would be in Barbossa's stone treasure chest on Isla de Muerte, while the last Aztec gold is the used medallion of the governor's daughter, Elizabeth Swann."

"For a stranger to reach Isla de Muerte, the quickest way would be to get into Jack Sparrow's hands this mystical tool - the compass that doesn't point north. The difficulty is unnecessary.

"On the contrary, buying Aztec Gold from the beautiful Elizabeth Swann may seem harmless, but never forget - man convinces the world, but woman convinces man."

In fact, the governor's beautiful daughter only has to convince two people.

One, the powerful son of a pirate, the future captain of the Flying Dutchman - Will Turner.

Second, Captain James Norrington, who was about to be promoted.

The former had excellent combat skills, while the latter had excellent command skills... Also, both individuals could very likely work together if someone conspired against them to destroy the common enemy.

"Hoi, dammit." Brother Black shrugged, apparently the most affected. "This is really terrible news, but luckily the good news is that we don't have to rush anymore. Then to hell with the deserting gypsies.

"Not." Sheyan answered suddenly. "That's why we have even more reason to find her!"

With that riot over, time was even tighter now.

At that moment, a few other merchant ships began to enter the harbor one after the other, while the Tortuga crowd swelled turbulently.

Sheyan and the crew hastily pushed through the crowd as they struggled toward a side slope.

The hillside was adorned with colorful caravans and distinctive peaked tents; intensely decorated in a bohemian style. A large bonfire lit up the area as people moved around various objects; with many veiled and head-covered women in the mix.

It can be said that most gypsies did not lead a life of luxury. They typically wore torn, worn gray or brown pants with holes in them exposing their mottled skin. They pulled thick and long ropes over their shoulders and used force to pull.

For these men, even though they are in their 30s, their physical appearance seems to have reached the 60s threshold. It was simply a challenge to deduce her real age.

They often wore brown wool caps or spotted felt hats. However, your malnourished bald hair strands would come alive when you detangle your barber. His deeply sunken eyes further justified his malnourished condition.

Just looking at the current exterior, it's inevitably a huge blessing that the Tortuga Pirates didn't try to intimidate these gypsies. Apparently nothing was shown that could stop the pirates.

However, if dangers were always displayed in glory, their threat would not be considered great. Because of this, Sheyan approached with heightened vigilance.

At that moment, Sheyan suddenly remembered the crystal ball Zi had used in battle. Her crystal ball could predict her rival's moves several seconds in advance, and it was possible she had acquired them from gypsies. Deity and crystal balls were also her forte.

Just as the four were moving deep into the gypsy camp, Canbi stopped a battered-looking man. Throwing 5 shillings of silver, he shamelessly demanded.

"Ahoy, buddy. I heard from the vast knowledge of the nomadic gypsies that you can identify all the boots?

The male took the silver coins and eyed them suspiciously. Then he whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Go immediately! Before anyone notices you!

The male then walked away, leaving Canbi stunned.

Hearing his words, Sheyan couldn't help but feel a strong sense of mystery down his back. For the trio, however, there was undoubtedly no turning back. After alerting Brother Black and Reef, he directed them.

"Let's go there."

In the center of this camp was a beautiful, colorful tent with the highest roof. A triangular flag was hoisted and fluttering on the peaked roof, scrawled with a colorful lipstick clown. The clown was painted upside down and looked rather odd.

The busy and complex state of the camp did not stop the trio from advancing. However, Sheyan noticed that the surrounding gypsies gave them pitying and sad looks.

After they got within 20 meters of this tent, they were approached by a middle-aged woman wrapped in a black headscarf. She looked at them briefly and asked.

"Strangers, don't you know that you have violated the customs of us gypsies? why did you come

Canbi duplicated his previous stage dialogue once more. Instead, this middle-aged woman responded without emotion.

"Wait here."

After instructing it, she turned and entered the tent before exiting shortly after. So, she announced coldly.

"Jiejie* directs me to welcome our guests."

(TN: The author uses Jiejie (节节) as the title of the gypsy leader. Similar to queen or chief etc.)

The trio just wished for a smooth completion of this main quest, so such despicable treatment didn't really bother them. Also, they had already clearly informed Canbi what to do.

Biting their lip, they allowed Canbi to negotiate with her while the trio watched in silence from the side.

Canbi then pulled out a tiny black cloth. Upon opening, its contents were surprisingly those giant sargassum seeds that Blacksail had previously offered to Sheyan.

Irradiated by the flickering flame, the surface of the seeds was impregnated with a cyan-black metallic sheen; looks extraordinarily strange.

Sheyan had previously concluded. If the gypsies were a significant connection to this occult quest, then it was very likely that these seeds were an important trigger object of a quest. The same seeds that were related to those giant sargassum and the chupacabra. So they decided to try it here.

When the gypsy woman with the black scarf saw it, her face changed drastically as she immediately reached out to take it. Instead, Canbi nudged her roughly and warned her menacingly.

"Arghh, I didn't let you touch him!"

When she was pushed aside, the gypsy in the black headscarf became quite irritated. She immediately let out a piercing giggle and looked Canbi in the eye. Gradually, Canbi's implacable behavior unraveled, turning into confusion, then embarrassment, and finally utter loss. The woman's voice, initially cold and piercing, turned into a soft and sweet voice.

"Aren't you going to report me? As soon as you let go you will feel your right hand getting heavier...extremely heavy, to the point where you are overwhelmed. Then you will find an ax to chop off your useless hand..."

"Hypnosis?!!!" This term immediately went through the trio's mind!

This gypsy in the black scarf was truly cruel at heart. Canbi only pushed her with his right hand, but did she really plan to hypnotize him into cutting off his hand?

Seeing Canbi surrender his tiny black cloth bag as he fell into his shot, Reef marched forward to block it.

Instead, this gypsy with the black scarf fished out an object and spun around quickly with a snap of her fingers, an incredibly thin but sharp object.

Reef snorted as he grabbed the oncoming object, but blood immediately seeped through the gaps in his fingers. This object was actually a 3 of clubs poker card!

To be able to hurt Reef, the sharpness of this poker card was in no way inferior to an ordinary knife blade.

No wonder ordinary pirates did not dare to deal with gypsies. Just a casual woman alone, she possessed hypnotic arts from the spirit field and was even endowed with long-range offensive methods in the form of throwing poker cards. His true skill was enough to make you cringe.

For Reef, however, such an injury was only skin deep as he continued to advance. The face of the middle-aged woman in the black headscarf drooped as she repeatedly moved her fingers.

This time three poker cards whistled in as they grazed Reef's neck, chest and arm; cut deep into your flesh!

For mere mortals, that would be a fatal blow. However, as his blood glistened as it reflected the fire's glow, Reef shook his fist as if untouched. Hitting the woman's face, she was thrown 2-3 meters.

When that wretched woman went upstairs again, her black veil was already speckled with ocher; obviously stained by a bloody nose or by coughing up blood from the devastating blow.

"Although I've never been proactive about a woman, that doesn't mean you can take advantage of my soft heart!"

At the same time that this woman was hit while flying, Canbi's hypnotic state was dissipated. With a blank expression, he looked down at his hands.

Suddenly he grabbed his head before moaning incessantly while showing a pained face. Possibly this was the acute headache of the hypnosis.

By this point, Reef had already removed the poker cards stuck in his body and dropped them on the floor. Meanwhile, Sheyan's attention was on the three blood-soaked poker cards on the floor. Recognizing them as the 4, 5 and 6 of clubs, his eyes took on a thoughtful look before mumbling something to Mogensha.

"Bring Canbi and leave this place first. Reef and I have increased physique and increased resistance to anomalous effects; Attempting to hypnotize us would by no means be an easy task. Most importantly, of course, having an AK hidden in the dark would give us a greater sense of security.”

Brother Black nodded as his smile bared his pearly white teeth, then left with Canbi.

For now, Reef and Sheyan have already caught the attention of most, while the other two didn't hiccup during the game.

Meanwhile, this gypsy woman in the black headscarf had entered the tent after giving them a lewd look. Shortly thereafter, 5-6 more women left the big tent one after the other.

Sheyan noticed the woman walking in the middle. She was wrapped in a headscarf of a combination of red, yellow and green colors; while her veil was pure white, barely revealing a red dot between her eyebrows reminiscent of a vermilion birthmark. Raising a crystal ball in her hands, mesmerizing illusory shades of scarlet and violet were condensed within; floating mystical with countless changes, as if it had a world within itself.

Besides her, the women accompanying her wore red or white headscarves and were masked with veils of the same color. Although they also kept crystal balls, regardless of volume or mystical quality, theirs were far inferior to the middle woman's crystal ball.

The first woman was wrapped in a white headscarf. She looked at Reef and announced grimly.

"Stranger, would you go so far as to rob a diviner saint? Prepare to receive Luzhina's punishment."

Reef snorted in response.

"It was your old hag who attacked me first."

This woman in the white scarf immediately became visibly angry as she twisted her wrist and pulled out a poker card in her palm. At this point, however, Sheyan suddenly interrupted.

"Wait."

But unexpectedly, this woman with the flowered headscarf and the white veil called immediately.

"Hope!"

The reason this gypsy fortune teller conformed to him was that the present Sheyan stood peacefully where he was with his right arm outstretched. In the gap between the thumb and forefinger was a seed that shone with a cyan-black metallic sheen.

When Sheyan applies her power, one can imagine the semen being completely crushed and juices pouring out.

"Very good." Sheyan laughed. "Finally I have a chance to speak. But please rest assured, I'm not a long-winded person."

“First we wanted to see if you recognize this unknown seed. It seems that you gypsies, as expected, recognize him.

"Next, I wouldn't mind selling it... but at a price that suits me, of course."

“After all, I really am a small person. Should it come to such an inharmonious case as a bodily injury, then my dissatisfaction can only be expressed by changing the price. Listen to your gypsies; For every attack you make, I double my selling price.

Talking this far, Sheyan paused and smiled slightly before continuing sincerely.

“So our starting price for this seed is 10,000 guineas. Therefore…."

Sheyan then turned to this middle-aged woman in a black headscarf, whom Reef had earlier attacked.

"Your previous offense left me disgusted, so the price is doubled to 20,000 guineas. Your previous failed attack was already worth 10,000 guineas, so think carefully before you make your next move... because if you don't kill me, be prepared to pay 40,000 guineas.

At that time, the first woman in a white headscarf, Luzhina, mocked.

"In any country, from the first sunrise to the last sunset, I have never seen such an ignorant and impudent idiot as you."

Accompanying her toned down speech, two rapidly spinning poker cards came out of Luzhina's hand. Unlike the cards before, his two poker cards twirled with a traumatizing high-pitched screech that could intimidate the soul.

The poker cards glided with a slightly noticeable trajectory, cutting sharply from both sides. With no time to spare, two long strips of wounds were carved in Reef's back; while the blood spurted horizontally.

However, after the cards passed Reef, it oddly flew up and turned around before attacking Reef again. as if it had an intelligence of its own!

That's when Reef pushed right first as he placed his "faith guard" over him. He ducked his head and charged at Luzhina.

For some unknown reason, however, Sheyan could only watch as Reef's loading speed decreased more slowly to its maximum; basically similar to running on site.

Apparently, without realizing it, Reef was already suffering from an illusory influence; Manipulating your perception of distance in your brain to experience a huge imbalance.

"Oh? Illusion?” A mischievous smile appeared in unison on Sheyan's and Reef's lips.

Since the fight against Uzel and Lille, Party Ace has reflected on this painful experience and discussed countless times how to deal with such a bogus situation in the future. They even listed several solutions.

As for Reef's choice, he went for the most basic and uncomplicated solution!

He took a deep breath until his chest swelled exorbitantly and let out an insane roar into the sky!

Devastating heart roar!!!

Currently, Reef's Shattering Cardiac Roar's radius had already improved to a relatively large radius, with Luzhina being within that affected radius. Despite being on the limit, she still suffered from the damage. Her face turned pale as she took a few steps back. In this case, your illusion has been broken.

Reef immediately moved forward. Considering his only desire to accomplish this primary task, he didn't reach for the lightsaber, but just slashed the shield; He punched Luzhina hard in the face before adding a forward kick.

Screaming in bitterness, Luzhina was kicked to the ground while rolling over like a pumpkin. Only after a long pant where she had landed, she slowly came back.

Without lifting an eyelid, Sheyan announced nonchalantly.

"Next. But first let me issue a warning. This seed has already ballooned to 40,000 guineas. If you still dare attack us, it would be 80,000 guineas."

Luzhina suddenly screeched wildly like a fox.

"Attack together! It's two people max, I can't believe it.....you idiot!!!!!!”

"Shovel!" A soft squeeze sounded!

Sheyan pinched right at the semen trapped between her fingers, the greenish juice squirting in all directions. Without the slightest concern, he shook off the sticky juice. He then began staring at the gypsy fortune teller, who appeared to be shaking with anger as he sneered smugly.

"I forgot to add a point - we only accept individual challengers, not group fights."

As he announced, Sheyan pulled out another seed and pinched it between his fingers with great composure. So, he explained callously.

"Maybe the gypsies still see me as a person who speaks without thinking, why not question the validity of my words again?"

Realizing the shamelessness of Sheyan's method, these gypsy soothsayers dared not a single step.

Should they fail again, the increase from the current 40,000 guineas would certainly be significant. More importantly, who said this devilish man, who understood their intentions, wouldn't crush another seed? Who could bear such responsibility for this?

Instead, at that moment, the woman with the three-colored scarf came out with a look of caution.

"Who are you?"

Sheyan laughed and answered.

"You must be the Jiejie of the gypsies? I'm just a merchant. Oh? I thought you made your move, huh?

It turns out that after saying the word "dealer," Sheyan suddenly felt his whole world melt away. Everything was blurry and the only clarity was Jiejie's indistinct pairs of pupils. Aside from that blood red dot above those pupils, it looked like his crystal ball had turned into a world!

These three clears are then connected in a straight line with three dots. In the blink of an eye, they moved back and forth while emitting beams of light.

At the moment, Jiejie's red dot looked like the ruler of Sheyan's world! As for all other things, they all unraveled without exception.

Unnoticed until that moment, pulses of feverish palpitations shook his heart, and a rich taste of rust and fish's blood rose to his tongue. Such a feeling was completely alien to him, but Sheyan didn't try to ward it off.

Memories dissolved in her head in an instant. They felt like a book rapidly flipping through an endless repertoire of currents, as if the memories of their entire lives were rapidly dissolving, peeling off and finally forgotten!

This was the Gypsy Spirit's most impressive offensive ability - Divine's Obscure Sanskrit, Deprivation of Memory!

This whole process of memory loss would be completely irreversible. Once hardships hit Sheyan's opening chapter; the fragment of memory that he was born as a child, his mind would become blank, utterly blank of all personal memories.

In fact, these seeds in Sheyan's possession were what the gypsies had been looking for for a full two years.

Seeing that Sheyan had committed the sin of crushing a seed, Jiejie published his "Memory Deprivation" without hesitation; intends to completely destroy Sheyan, leaving him confused and eventually eliminating him! Anything to stop him from repeating his act of destroying more seeds!

"I started my first journey when I was thirteen..."

"Sanzi really tried to steal this lollipop from me when he was eleven."

"Eight years. Okay, I had a fever, so Uncle Dasi carried me to the hospital.

"Six years old, oh, that shrimp stung my hand..."

"Three years, oh what did I do when I was three?"

„……“

During the memory deprivation, Sheyan's memories were quickly combed through and transcribed. Not a single memory fragment was left out. Once the process reached the day of his birth, his memories would be erased and the spell would take effect.

It was like Sheyan was reviewing her whole life and reliving the sorrows, joys and laughter. In such a state, Sheyan felt a dry sensation in her mouth as she unconsciously licked her lips.

Back in Jiejie's perspective after casting this skill, she was completely unable to navigate through her enemy's memories. However, she could feel the wild man's eyes growing weary. However, they still exuded unwavering confidence.

Maybe it wasn't eyes, but a burning flame; as if touching him would set her on fire.

"What's up?" Jiejie suddenly felt an astronomical resistance to his spirit.

Her eyes widened as she looked into her crystal ball. She could see the purple rays within it, moving rapidly, as if thousands of fishlike rays were chasing each other.

“This… this amnesia has reached its final stage. Judging by this man's age, he should have caught up on his childhood memories or his third year. But, but even if my magic failed, it wouldn't create such intense ripples in the crystal ball."

"What is that... the eyes of... the fool*????" Various terms suddenly swept through Jiejie's sea of ​​thoughts.

(TN:*The fool is one of the tarot card characters)

Suddenly! The rays emitted by the crystal ball flashed blindingly before the ball exploded into millions of crystal dust!

In Sheyan's confused eyes, it was as if a volcano had erupted with magma of brutality and fanaticism. A shock wave erupted in a flash as these veiled women were violently and abruptly blown away!

It was at this point that participants finally noticed that while the skin of these nomadic gypsy fortune tellers appeared smooth and supple, their faces had aged significantly. Her wrinkles were as deep as lacerations where they looked like old witches on the brink of death!

Back in the spirit world he was trapped in, in a split second, Sheyan suddenly let out a fanatical howl at the sky; impale a terrible multicolored tide that seemed to converge on an imposing and challenging mountain range. He rampantly shattered the skies while ruthlessly suppressing the spirit world of this gypsy fortune teller!!

After Sheyan unleashed their fanatical howls, the gypsy soothsayers, including their leader Jiejie, staggered back in unison, their faces ashen; as if pulsations of deadly waves were being forced against them.

After a long time, Sheyan finally stopped his prolonged howling, lying lifeless where he was. He then surveyed the area before suspiciously inquiring on the party channel.

"What the hell happened?"

With admiration on his face, Reef apparently spat out a mouthful of blood before wiping the sweat away and answering softly.

“Boss, you suddenly screamed and shattered these women's crystal balls. Also, it looks like you hit them hard."

Sheyan was stunned.

"Did something like that happen? But I…"

When Sheyan spoke this far, her voice ended spontaneously. Suddenly he remembered his earlier experience - the scene of his memoirs rushing through his mind like a current like reading a book. That should have been an impressive skill of the gypsy soothsayer.

However, his last memories abruptly cut short when he was six years old, followed by blank spaces that gave away the slightest clue!

However, knowing the dangerous situation they were in, Sheyan didn't stop with such thoughts. Instead, he turned to the group of frightened and indecisive gypsy fortune tellers before snapping in cold blood.

“Okay, since the excellent Jiejie made her move, I guess this seed's rating has gone up to 80,000 guineas? Or maybe our dear gypsies want it to go up further to 160,000 guineas?

Jiejie replied abruptly.

"You don't need that, you already have the prerequisites for fair treatment with us. It turns out that there is someone who has no destiny in this world. Please insert."

The band of aged women then again covered themselves with their veils.

From the outside, they definitely weren't over 40, regardless of skin color, shape, or voice! It was not known how they managed to maintain such a state. But even if someone were to use their buttocks to think about it, it could presumably link them to the depressed, low-status men out there.

Sheyan and Reef watched a woman lift the curtains of the huge tent and exchanged looks before entering the tent.

Though Sheyan was experienced and knowledgeable, upon entering he could not help but breathe icy air.

From the outside, this spacious and luxuriously decorated tent seemed to occupy an area of ​​200-300 square meters at most. However, after the duo entered, they found that the true footprint of this tent was just awful. It has been scaled to thousands of square feet.

Meanwhile, Jiejie, who had just entered, sat on a throne several tens of meters away.

Sheyan and Reef took deep breaths. After scanning and advancing a few steps, they indicated that there was no anomaly.

After getting within 10 meters of Jiejie, four beams suddenly screech out of the curtains behind his throne. As the rays gleamed in her eyes, she was reflexively reminded of the fiery glow of the setting sun.

As the curtains opened on either side, Sheyan and Reef immediately saw two massive sculptures; erected left and right behind Jiejie's throne.

The two sculptures reached a height of 5 to 6 meters. The one on the left had a head resembling a huge elephant, with the body of a brave warrior. Muscles bulging, he single-handedly pressed the shaft of an ax to his hip. To someone's surprise, this perfectly mimicked sculpture still had bloodstains on the axe; looked like blood was about to drip. A sweet looking girl had wrapped herself around the elephant's huge nose, and this girl also wore a tricolor veil with a red dot between her eyebrows; just like Jiejie.

Gypsies come from a tribe in Punjab, India. The elephant had a significant identity in Indian history and culture - a deity to which allegiance was sworn. So much so that the Kachwaha dynasty of Jaipur even established the elephant as the nation's authority and ceremonial symbol. It seemed these gypsies had not abandoned their native culture and led them to even greater fame.

The sculpture on the left was an ox that looked extremely fierce and powerful. He was clad in spiked armor and his entire body was bathed in pure white. Many vengeful spirits were carved beneath his four hooves while maintaining a posture in which he buried his head and was ready to strike with his horns; fuel his twisted malevolence. In desperation, these spirits climbed onto the bison's hooves, as if begging for mercy or weeping bitterly.

In Hinduism, the status of an ox was more or less what a dragon was in China. To give a simple example, the god of destruction in Hinduism, Shiva, had a mount that was a Herculean white ox!

The two sculptures were perfectly carved, so much so that even the detailed lines of the veins were evident. The stone material used to make these sculptures was extremely odd, looking like granite but also basalt. In any case, its stone composition differed from all surrounding buildings; exuding an unfathomably juicy realism. In addition, the war oxen were made of an exquisite white material.

Remarkably, large gems were inlaid around the eyes of the war oxen and elephant, where the rays cast on Sheyan and Reef probably came from the two carvings. The rays reflected from the two sculptures were truly mesmerizing and vividly menacing.

Then Jiejie raised his hands and clapped his hands. Behind them, four servants lifted a huge basket.

Under the light of flickering torches, the reflection of bright yellow gold coins blinded the eyes of onlookers. Each guinea weighed about 12 grams, while 80,000 guineas weighed 800 kilograms. The strength of his four servants was truly remarkable.

Sheyan went to the front for a brief inspection before bluntly stowing the 80,000 guineas in the party's storeroom.

The Gypsies present were very shocked at the sudden disappearance of these guineas. Already extremely wary of this, their vigilance increased in the face of such an anomaly.

Sheyan wasn't planning on paying off his debt as he retrieved a giant Sargasso Seed and gave it to Jiejie.

When Jiejie received the seed and carefully examined it, he nodded sincerely before surprisingly starting to place the seed on the human-elephant carving behind it.

Not knowing if he was hallucinating, Sheyan watched as that seed amazingly dissolved into the sculpture!

His pupils shrunk, but he pretended not to be bothered in the slightest. So he spent.

“I am pleased that a successful deal could finally be concluded. This represents the basic sincerity between both parties to the transaction. Since it is so, I have decided to sell you another seed that the gypsies are demanding.

When she heard Sheyan's words, Jiejie's face immediately turned serious.

"You already have two Ocean Eggs on display, do you have more?"

Sheyan smiled humbly. Blacksail had contributed a total of six giant sargassum seeds to Sheyan. At the moment one has been sold while the other has been crushed leaving only four seeds.

Sheyan then placed everything in her palm; reveals its mesmerizing splendor.

A lighthearted expression came over Jiejie's face and she asked immediately.

"Did you pick those oceanic eggs yourself?"

Sheyan made a rather impatient expression on his face as he answered.

"As a matter of fact. If those damn vines weren't in my way, I wouldn't have bothered."

Jiejie asked doubtfully.

"Did you really manage to escape the chupacabra's clutches?"

Sheyan replied haughtily.

“I am the third helmsman on the Flying Dutchman. Compared to our Paul, the little worm is not worth mentioning!

At that point, Jiejie finally showed an enlightened demeanor as he smiled crookedly.

"Then that is it. Our brave warriors may hunt the mightiest beast on the continents, but the mysteries and lethality of the sea we cannot overcome. Define your terms, foreigner. I'll take all four fruits, but please don't mistake our eagerness for weakness."

Sheyan ate a fruit and answered.

"I need another 80,000 guineas."

Jiejie immediately ordered the transport of another 80,000 guineas. It seems that these gypsies have actually reaped immense fortunes before.

Sheyan then pinched the next fruit.

"We'll treat that as fortune-telling... only if you're ok with it, of course."

Jiejie paused to think before answering.

“Perhaps the world believes that our deity is omnipotent, but I have to inform you that this is a misunderstanding. You must first disclose the necessary content for divination so that we can assess whether we can guess for you. However, I cannot guarantee that a definitive result will be displayed.”

Sheyan met his eyes before answering word after word.

"I need the exact coordinates of a treasure island."

"Treasure Island? Which Treasure Island? Jiejie was quite perplexed.

"This Treasure Island! It must be told you, the Treasure Island that houses the treasures of the Black Pearl.” Sheyan shifted her gaze to Jiejie. "Can you guess that?"

"Tch" Hearing his statement, Jiejie snorted abruptly before waving his hand dismissively.

A red headscarf and a woman with a red veil came out from the side. When, unknown, a stack of tarot cards was hovering right above his head. Golden sparkles shone through when the set was shared and appeared to contain pure gold tarot cards!

Then the woman with the red scarf sat down in a chair nearby. When the deck was shaken, a large #22 card fell out - the "Major Arcana" card. Then she began to recite an incantation in a rapid and confused tone.

She then allowed Sheyan to draw a card from the deck before drawing another card herself - "Minor Arcana" card #56. She then allowed Sheyan to draw 3 more cards. Finally, a crystal ball entered the field. As Sheyan pressed her hand to the crystal ball, the woman in the red veil began to tremble completely. Gradually, inside the crystal ball, the shape of a treasure island took shape; Not a minute later she announced the coordinates of the island!

Sheyan nodded slightly while memorizing the coordinates. He then threw the huge sargassum seed in his hand to Jiejie.

"I hope these coordinates are accurate."

Jiejie replied arrogantly.

“Tarot cards can reveal the mysteries of the cosmos, it is impossible for them to make mistakes. Rather, it's the treasure-blind individuals like you who need to remain cautious. Knowing the coordinates is useless. Barbossa's pirate crew is neither alive nor dead. They are not even afraid of Davy Jones. After infiltrating their treasury and looting their treasures, they would surely feel it! Across the Caribbean Sea, no ship can match the speed of the Black Pearl! It is impossible to escape their pursuit!”

"Those are issues to worry about." Sheyan bowed politely. "But I am grateful for your advice."

Jiejie soltou uma risada rouca.

"That's why I want to trade more oceanic eggs with you next year as well. A dead man tells no stories.

Sheyan nibbled on another "ocean egg" while continuing to make his demands.

“I am aware of the extensive knowledge of the gypsies, in addition to their divination skills. I have a journal in my possession, one with content that can only be accessed by deciphering a code. Perhaps you can help me decipher its contents?”

Jiejie nodded and replied.

"Then let me go through what you need to decode."

Sheyan then went on to produce the Diary of Morgan Fokke, which he has not been able to play to this day.

When he pulled out the diary, Jiejie immediately got up from his throne; her expression turned shocked. The two savage sculptures protecting her back seemed to come alive with increased malevolence, as if transcending the realms of time and space and being reborn!

"The devilish, vengeful lamentations emanating from this journal!!! Such a terrible curse! The one who sealed it... no! No human could seal something like that. Such immense power, it is something a skinny person cannot achieve!”

Jiejie then honestly shook his head and replied.

"I apologize, I will not disclose the content to you. Although ocean eggs are of vital importance to us… to insult such an impressive existence over a single ocean egg is unimaginable!”

Sheyan laughs back.

“If I heard you right, you just mentioned it; Don't you want to unravel its content, and not that it's impossible?"

Not wanting to decipher and not being able to decipher were of course opposites. The former indicates restraint, albeit attainable, but the latter addresses the issue of ability.

Jiejie antwortete.

"Yes. Although the existence that sealed this journal is powerful, that existence did not directly interact with this journal. Instead, this existence has used a blood vessel to place a cursed sigil and bypass the confines of space with tremendous spiritual curse power, unlocking the sigil is not impossible.”

Sheyan said nothing. Instead, he showed her two ocean eggs.

However, Jiejie maintained his determination by shaking his head.

Sheyan's next look then revealed a hint of stealth in him.

"The reason your people can't harvest those ocean eggs is because of the hindrance from the evil chupacabra, right? His insatiable appetite manifested itself as a miserly indulgence for these mystical fruits. Honestly, this sinister sea creature is difficult to subdue and the only way to deal with it would be the titanic Kraken Paul. But even the impressive gypsies cannot change Davy Jones's mind.

Jiejie antwortete.

"You're right, what are you implying?"

Sheyan then fished the chupacabra's severed tail from its interstitial storage. It fell to the ground, still dripping with blood.

"That's the tail of a chupacabra. If you manage to acquire this tail, you can ask an alchemist to create an ointment that gives off the scent of a chupacabra. Imagine putting this ointment on their bodies; The chupacabra has extremely poor eyesight and will usually distinguish its enemies by their scent. With that, harvesting oceanic eggs would no longer be a problem. Of course, the dangers remain, but your current passivity will be eliminated!”

As the saying goes, give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; Teach a man to fish and you feed him for life. Buying these ocean eggs should be the last resort while the best method is always to collect these mystical eggs yourself.

As he delivered his speech, every gypsy woman in the tent seemed to catch his breath. This lure had already become an absolute requirement!

A gypsy fortune teller in a white shawl interrupted him out of nowhere.

"The authenticity of this needs to be established."

Sheyan simply laughed in response to the fortune teller's suspicions.

"Continue."

This gypsy fortune teller looked like an expert. She leaned forward for a careful inspection, then finally nodded and announced.

"It's real, this tail was actually cut off from a live chupacabra. Also, oddly enough, it retained its freshness as if it had been cut. With that tail, it's actually possible for an alchemist to create a salve that mimics her scent."

Jiejie paced the tent. A fierce battle of ideas was evidently raging in his heart. Then she suddenly explained.

"Anyway, it is out of the question to offend this invincible existence that placed the sigil. If not, our problems will never end. Although impossible to remove, we can reduce the strength of this seal to its weakest state. From there, you can search for a priest, or simply sprinkle holy water on it to open it. That's the best we can do.”

asked Sheyan stupidly.

"But how do I know that you have reduced the seal's strength to its weakest state?"

Jiejie bufou e se irritou.

"We gypsies never resort to deception!"

Sheyan thought before answering.

"Good! But I will watch the ritual from start to finish."

Several gypsies looked at each other before calming down.

"It's not a problem. Instead, remember that no reckless movements or noises are to be made and only you are allowed to stay.

Reef then bluntly shrugged in regret as he turned to leave the tent. Then Sheyan laughed.

"It's a deal."

After a series of hasty preparations; The torches in the tent were extinguished and people left. Only 12 Gypsy fortune tellers remained in a circle, fingers crossed in front of their chests. Mumbling incessantly with her lips, the two sculptures behind the throne were surrounded from within.

Suddenly these two sculptures exuded a lively feeling. As bright as the fiery sunset, four dazzling rays cascaded from the four pupils of the sculptures; Cauterize distinct lines burned into the ground. An indescribable stabbing pain tormented the eyes of the spectators who looked at her.

Within this ritual circle, a first form gradually arose after a long time; Terrifyingly, he shows the outline of a six-sided satanic star!

Moments later, a red-veiled soothsayer let out an oddly hoarse, high-pitched squeak.

Outside, several armored warriors entered with an emotionless demeanor while escorting a man masked in a black headscarf.

Sheyan's current expression turned serious as he realized he had underestimated the Gypsies' difficulty in weakening the seal. Shockingly, looking at the current scene, were you about to engage in human sacrifice?

As Sheyan thought, these armored warriors pierced their blades into the man's back before thrusting him into the ritual circle.

Although the strength of these warriors could not be considered great, Sheyan realized that they had their blades rammed into his heart; a clean execution of direct death. Also, it was no coincidence that blood spurted from the man's word. These warriors were clearly professional assassins.

13 corpses stacked in a row within the ritual circle.

A helpless display of horror ensued as blood soaked the ritual circle, flesh and foam spilled over. The blood oozed and intertwined within the ritual circle as if sentient, and looked utterly dreadful; as if a giant within this hexagonal star formation had been shot down and turned into a dying loop.

Black mist gradually began to emanate from the ritual circle, along with the rumbling rumble from underground; as if a colossal being were fighting fiercely within.

Without knowing why, this huge tent howled with the sounds of the wind and brewed with wild intent; Gradually, the wind cut their faces, causing pain like a red-hot knife.

Clear cracks could be seen through gaps in the black mist erupting from the center of this ritual circle; like something was bouncing up and down.

Very fast. A gigantic egg emerged, formed from the decomposing flesh and blood of these 13 corpses. The surface of the egg looked like a mutilation, with tortured, crying faces whirling around the periphery, emitting bitter, piercing wails.

At that time, Jiejie threw the "Diary of Morgan Fokke" into the ritual circle.

Immediately 4-5 cracks ruptured, creating an opening at the top of this gigantic egg. Black mist of blood poured out of the opening, levitating the "Diary of Morgan Fokke" in the air.

In this case, Sheyan could watch vividly; Square layers of glitter were incredibly messy in Diary of Morgan Fokke. Layer upon layer, this square glow piled up and interwoven as if enclosing the bonds of time and space. Such a scene subconsciously gave the impression of dark clouds and lightning in the vast sky.

A long stream of redundant phrases was recited from Jiejie's mouth; a language apparently foreign to Sheyan. Jiejie recited with unprecedented fluency, his words and tone giving the impression that he was trying to warp time and confuse one's vision.

At that moment, Sheyan was irrationally reminded of rap by African-American rappers; while Jiejie could certainly become world famous in the real world in this particular field.

As Jiejie's vocals began to synchronize with the cadence, this giant egg gradually burst into flames with giant flames. The grotesque faces began to deform as their mangled surface melted; Letting out a "sizzz sizzz" squeak as it dripped onto the floor. The indigo vapors are saturated without spreading.

Under the continued fumigation from the indigo fumes, the layers of square glow that covered the "Diary of Morgan Fokke" began to darken. Then the layers began to peel off and scatter into the atmosphere, like glass breaking; project a sense of quiet secrecy.

However, the fleshy composition of the giant egg decreased rapidly. Despite this, Jiejie was already well prepared, as she repeatedly requested that black-masked men be escorted to the slaughter. Therefore, the problem of malnutrition and energy replacement did not arise.

At that moment, Sheyan finally understood why these gypsy men looked despondent and lifeless.

In fact, they lived in such precarious conditions. Even for talented and promising men, in the face of such apathetic and merciless oppression, they could only decay with age.

As he watched the layers of the seal being removed...when the last layer was just around the corner, Jiejie finally let out a sigh. Then she spoke in a low voice.

"Once this layer is removed, the last remaining layer contains the lingering soul of Morgan Fokke. While his vengeance is greatly spurred on by the removal of these sigil layers, he himself remains relatively insignificant.”

"Oh." Sheyan responded and continued.

"I understand. The strong fighting spirit of a heart can elevate a warrior, but a dagger can still easily pierce his heart.”

Jiejie nodded and guessed.

“Find a church, a priest, or just sprinkle holy water on it. Help your master's vengeful soul find peace. Nevertheless, I must inform you. This process will still be as dangerous as before.

Sheyan stood up humbly and thanked him.

"Your advice will be vital to me..."

However, just before the sealing layer was broken, an opaque mist suddenly appeared within the 6-sided star ritual circle. Immediately afterwards, an unfathomable, freezing feeling gripped everyone present.

If you looked now, you found that the ritual circle was surprisingly surrounded by a thin layer of ice. The thin sheet of ice condensed rapidly while emitting icy crackles. Brilliant and shimmering like a sapphire, its surface emanated plumes of icy steam before rapidly spreading to the huge egg at its center.

The fortune teller whom Reef had hit earlier suddenly let out a sad cry.

At the same time, they bowed to the two sculptures near Jiejie with another fortune teller at the same time; touch the respective sides of these sculptures. One can observe how the four rays emanating from the sculpture's eyes become more robust at this moment, while the layer of ice surrounding the ritual circle of the hexagonal star gradually begins to dissolve.

Instead, Sheyan noticed that the smooth, exposed skin of the two fortunetellers was rapidly deteriorating, degenerating into the exact sagging, wrinkled state of their faces. It looked like they were using their vitality to support the magical powers of the two mysterious sculptures!

Eventually, after the giant flesh-egg's continuous gassing of the indigo mist, the sealing layer on the "Diary of Morgan Fokke" finally dissolved.

Sighs of relief were heard from everyone, but at that very moment, a melancholic and sustained whinny pierced the air!

Sheyan's pupils contracted. He had heard that particular whinny before.

It was shocking, the neighing of that Herculean demonic horse - Momore*!

(TN:*Recap, Momore is Bernard Fokke's horse, the mountain that little Lord Fokke rode in Volume 2)

According to the theory, what is now the port of Turtuga had been completely decimated and reduced to a small fishing village. Since Little Lord Fokke's campaign against the Black Pearl in what was originally a vibrant port, both sides have suffered devastatingly.

Whether little Lord Fokke and his demon horse Momore would survive was still a questionable question, objectively speaking. That's why Sheyan never took this man and this horse into his heart.

To be honest, Sheyan was more wary of Ammand than Little Lord Fokke!

Sheyan really couldn't be blamed for that neglect. Back in Turtuga harbour, he watched this gentleman only from afar; without knowing anything about Little Fokke's abilities.

Only now did Sheyan realize a fact - he had completely underestimated the abilities of this defeated "Lord". How many people could actually attack the Black Pearl?

Momore's long drawn out whinny echoed in the ears of all present before boundless pressure erupted from the darkness of this tent!

A weak and inhospitable Inhuman voice echoed through the air.

"Who, you dare break my seal?"

"Who, you're trying in vain to meddle in the secrets of the Fokke clan?"

“I sing of death; the indulgence of death, the dictator of death!”

"You fool your senses with vanities, but the onslaught of death is undeniable!!"

When that voice appeared, a disturbing and awe-inspiring sound echoed through the room of the gypsy tent. It was like the booming rumble of a large flag raised high.

Resembling an imperial tent, this gypsy apparently used advanced space magic to expand the inner layer of this tent. From that perspective, it definitely contained an ability that could isolate the magical aura of that place.

As a result, although the formidable Little Lord Fokke could transmit his thoughts a thousand miles through this journal, he was unable to sense the specific location of the outside world!

However, Sheyan suddenly felt a surge of tremendous crisis as hairs on her body began to stand on end; Your instincts spur your desire to dodge. Immediately, he felt a vague danger slide out of the darkness over his shoulders.

Meanwhile, Jiejie began singing a bizarre, unspeakable syllabus. Four enlarged poker cards can be seen floating in the air showing the "3 of Clubs", "3 of Hearts" and "3 of Diamonds". They traded in midair around her, blocking her front like a mountain.

Though the four poker cards were destroyed in a split second, that imposing and inhospitable voice echoed once more. However, the voice seemed to gradually disappear.

"Avoid thinking you can hide! If you have the courage to remove the final seal, the Fokke clan's vengeance will haunt your body. To the ends of the earth you must follow the scent of her vitality, wielding death and stealing her soul at the same time.”

After the last word was spilled, the icy aura quickly retreated as the ice sheet melted.

However, the giant flesh-egg had already withered while the black mist still hovered in the air; before turning into a concrete illusion, as if everyone is trapped in a cave. Soon the mist formed a majestic arched doorway ahead of them.

On either side of the archway were two tomb-like structures that reached a height of 5 meters and a radius of 40 square meters; neatly built with black bricks. A deep door opened in the middle; pitch black and unfathomable. Only darkness was filled with darkness, fueling an urgent desire to run.

A dense mass of red dots filled the ceiling of this arched passageway. After approaching it with a low-powered flashlight taken from the wall and examining it carefully, one could see that strange gecko-like creatures were scattered across the cave's ceiling.

A strange wind was brewing, but temporarily prevented it; the idea of ​​being blocked by countless furtive and hostile red pupils was enough to send a chill down the spine.

Then a stiff, deathly pale, formidable hand stretched out of the darkness!

Her fingers pointed vertically at each gift!

At that moment, everyone felt like their hearts had been ripped out.

Such a scene lasted about 10 seconds before the black fog dissipated.

Once again the place has regained its splendor and majestic scenery!!

Silence arose among the participants who pondered this scene. Nobody wanted to speak, or better said, didn't dare to speak!

After some time, Jiejie finally sat back on his throne. She looked coldly at Sheyan and scolded him.

"Stranger, go outside... and remember to bring this fateful journal with you. I'm starting to think this deal was a huge mistake."

Sheyan took the "Diary of Morgan Fokke" before shrugging and replying.

"For upsetting you, I sincerely apologize."

Mentally and physically exhausted, Jiejie sighed as she closed her eyes.

"Tum, tum!" As she tried to speak, there was a strange noise. Due to the trauma of this domineering existence, these gypsy fortune tellers immediately panicked upon hearing this sound. As women, their innate gentleness was brought to full fruition once their surface coverings of hardness were cracked.

"Stop panicking!! What about the riot?

Jiejie yelled demonstratively, completely ignoring her royal demeanor. With a wave of the hand, the torches were lit in the tent.

They immediately realized that two gypsies wrapped in red shawls had fallen on the carpet. They convulsed constantly while blood and saliva kept pouring from their lips; soak the carpet!

The two fortune tellers on the side immediately responded to support her. Sheyan inadvertently noticed the bare arm of one of the unconscious gypsies and received a great shock.

Although these gypsy soothsayers looked aged, their skin retained its beautiful gentleness while their figures were superbly groomed; so much so that people would think they were young girls in their twenties or thirties. At that moment, however, purplish-black folds appeared on his exposed bare arm, and pod-sized blisters and boils erupted on his skin; looks extremely awful!

Jiejie's veil fluttered in that stale air as a poker card "7 of Hearts" spun and pierced the body of an unconscious gypsy; wake her up immediately.

She let out an incomparably sad howl and murmured through her hasty breaths.

"And, and . . . Tod . . ."

As she spoke, she spat out a gulp of black blood, her eyes rolled up, and she died. However, something scary happened - the convex sockets of his eyes suddenly burst with a "pssh"!

Unknown why Sheyan felt that sense of menace again at that breaking moment. He stumbled back a few steps, trying his best to distance himself from her dead body.

When the gypsies realized that Sheyan was afraid of a dead man, they glared at him.

Suddenly the gypsy fortune teller holding the corpse swayed before narrowing his mouth as he began to cough. At first it was like choking on a gentle cough. Even so, her coughing got out of control. Finally, it was as if she were about to cough up her lungs; as if her heart and lungs were being torn apart and blood was gushing from the openings in her fingers that covered her mouth.

His violent fit of coughing did not calm down before deteriorating into vomiting. The veins in his eyes burst and his eyes became bloodshot. Blisters and inflamed boils began to erupt on his arms!

Soon after, the other gypsy supporting the unconscious gypsy began to cough. The confused gypsies even wanted to offer a glass of water, but instead, Jiejie shouted from afar with unprecedented bitterness.

"Get away from them!! You must not touch their corrupted limbs, they have contracted the Black Death!"

Jiejie's voice was incomparably cutting; stab deep into everyone's eardrums! When the term "Black Death" sounded in them, they all simultaneously distanced themselves from the sick victims. However, during the evacuation process, two other Gypsy fortune-tellers began coughing profusely with their backs bent.

In fact, they were the two people closest to the first corpse when their eyeballs ruptured. In fact, one can imagine how immensely beneficial Sheyan's perception was back then!

During this era of Europe, the Black Death pandemic was even celebrated as God's punishment. By the early 14th and 15th centuries, the Black Death had claimed 750 million lives, with 250–500 million lost in Europe. You must understand that the population of Europe at that time barely reached a billion!

Counted in this way, that corresponded to a death of 2-3 people. A pandemic with a death toll so horrific...a disaster so catastrophic it could be transmitted orally; There was no doubt that the fear of these gypsies was justified.

The only one who managed to keep his composure was Sheyan. The Black Death belonged to the future and was just a plague spread by contact and saliva. To his knowledge, the Black Death took 2-3 days before stealing someone's life; it was absolutely not this depiction of death in just a few seconds.

Therefore, the only explanation for this confusing and deadly "Black Death" was a product of Little Lord Fokke! Who was little Lord Fokke capable of unleashing lethality on this scale!?

Then Sheyan tried to approach the weakened gypsies who had fallen to the ground. Rather, his sense of perception expressed no warning.

Sheyan started tearing off part of the curtain before wrapping her arms around it. He then proceeded to inspect her and confirmed the accuracy of Jiejie's ascertained cause of death.

Seeing that nothing was happening to Sheyan, the other gypsies began boldly approaching. A gypsy woman in a red shawl raised her crystal ball abruptly as she spoke cautiously.

I can feel the ebbing power of this deadly plague curse as its vitality dwindles. He disappeared.

This gypsy in the red scarf thought for a while before stepping forward and lifting the clothes off a corpse's back. The corpse's skin had become frighteningly infected and was soaked with yellowish pus as it soiled the carpet below! Seen from above, the pus had turned into letters, startling.

As this gypsy with the red scarf turned over the other corpses, more letters appeared from under the bodies of the gypsies claimed by this horrible Black Death.

After putting the letters together, three words were formed:

Sin and... Damnation!

Sheyan could feel tremendous oppression as he contemplated such a horrific but confusing scene. He took a deep breath as his back was soaked with cold. Meanwhile, Jiejie looked into a spare crystal ball. Finally, after ascertaining that there was no danger, she nodded her head as she looked at Sheyan and explained emotionlessly.

"Foreigners from now on. Our deal is done. We pay a high price for this, please stay away from us. Because of his request, the Gypsies suffered their most tragic loss in a century. From now on, our gypsies will stop doing business with you!

As his words trailed off, Sheyan received a notification.

[His relationship with the Gypsies dropped to 'cold'. ]

[You have received a sanction from the gypsies banning you from doing further business with them. ]

Sheyan could only shrug at such a result. However, the unattractive Sheyan was already used to such treatment. He could even clearly sense her anger and murderous intent towards him. If he didn't possess a cursed journal whose faint seal could be unlocked at any moment, these mysterious and abnormal old witches would probably carve a blood path to reach him! However, such a move could result in harm to themselves.

"This brat is really impressive." Sheyan couldn't help but mumble to himself. How domineering was little lord Fokke's descending will after the seal on the journal was completely removed... how terrible would the arrival of his true body be?

As Sheyan thought about it, she couldn't hold back an outburst of curiosity and greed.

Yes that's right. In fact, it was greed.

The principle of the Nightmare Realm was simple and straightforward - a direct relationship between rewards and difficulty. Unraveling the Journal of Morgan Fokke seal would unleash such a fearsome foe, but the rewards one receives for opening it... one can only imagine!

Reef was waiting for Sheyan at the entrance of the tent. Seeing him exit the tent, Reef immediately asked about the deal.

All Sheyan could offer was a grim smile.

"I can say that our goals were achieved, but I also screwed up our case."

Sheyan then detailed the sequence of events while Reef listened in amazement.

In addition, this gypsy tent was really a miracle, presumably it was a treasure that could completely suppress the gypsy aura. How rampant were events inside, but Reef could hear no sound outside.

When they broke out of the gypsy camp, they regrouped with Brother Black and Canbi. Canbi's health was substantially restored after gorging himself on a bag of rum. Nevertheless, he gently massaged her temples; evidently the torment he endured was not easy.

With their affairs settled, Sheyan intended to let his pirate subordinates go on hiatus. After trying his best with them, while he couldn't rule out the possibility that someone would defect, a force-picked melon wouldn't be sweet; it would be useless to preserve such persons. However, Sheyan was certain that most of his crew would stay.

The moment the four walked past the pier, they suddenly noticed a crowd gathering. An ominous feeling rose in Sheyan's heart. To their horror, upon approaching, they found that the Hill Maiden was the object of the crowd's interest.

The composition of the crowd was quite complicated; composed of citizens of Tortuga and crew members from other ships. Loud laughter could occasionally be heard, as if the crowd were watching a performance.

Currently, most of Hill Maiden's pirates had gone on deck and faced a group of unbridled and insane individuals. Undoubtedly, in such a situation, Philip and those treacherous British marines naturally could not take part. After all, their previous identities were British marines.

So they could only allow Ol'Seadog and Blacksail to dash ahead. However, as former roaming pirates, they were simply unable to combat the opposition on charismatic arguments.

Sheyan was in no hurry to show off, choosing to silently observe the situation from the side. He could see a person in a black robe standing behind the opposing group, both arms crossed over his chest; Several pirates crowded around him. Noticing the behavior of this individual, it was as if giving someone the spoken word was some form of charity on his part.

A huge guy just taunted in an arrogant and powerful way. Although the current weather was quite cold, his wide flared collar oozed black fur on his chest. Then he hurled insults in a disorderly manner.

“A disabled person like you confronts me? The old seal? His name is an insult to dogs! When I, Hawser, sailed the seven seas, you were still pissing in pubs! Be smart and get out of my face.

Ol'Seadog stubbornly blocked his front. Without a trace of fear, he cursed back.

“Hawser, you may sail early, but the sooner you sail, the sooner you die. You son of a bitch, you best castaway from the captain's ship. Unless you want to try my lead ball.

Hawser laughed hysterically at the sky and sneered.

"Pathetic idiot, you're cleaning the chamber pot for your third mate from the previous ship, huh? Try touching me on Tortuga and you could feed the sea sharks. i will finish you Here are ten golden guineas, take them and run away. If Mister Skrtel likes this ship, you should kiss this deck gratefully!

Hearing Hawser's words, Sheyan's pirate crew immediately caught fire.

Instead, they remained seemingly concerned and reluctant to take action. At this point, Brother Black quietly asked the pirate next to him.

"Man, that Hawser looks pretty strong, huh?"

Instead, this pirate snorted in response.

"Only he? This scruffy dog ​​who escaped on a fun boat after abandoning his captain and companions. If Skrtel didn't appreciate him, this boy might be begging for food like a pig.

"Oh," Brother Black then asked.

"Who could this Skrtel be?"

The pirate gave Mogensha a confused look.

"You are a noob? Skrtel be the master of Tortuga! Although he is no longer a pirate, we still follow the pirate code of the pirate lord Bartholomew. Yes, mate, your look tells me your suspicions. Let me tell you exactly that Skrtel's full name is Skrtel.Hustav.Bartholomew. They address him as Lord Pirateadel. Besides, don't you think my clever elaboration deserves a pint of rum?

Brother Black laughed as he threw away a pound of gold.

"Don't worry, you can get the best pint of golden rum."

Seeing Ol'Seadog refusing to speak but continuing to hinder him, Hawser was instantly enraged as he drew his greatsword and struck. Ol'Seadog was already a non-fighting staff after losing the hand.

Faced with an oncoming blade, he rolled away miserably.

With his retreat, Ol'Seadog immediately lost his unflinching dignity, as Hawser lightly stepped on Ol'Seadog; pressed the shoe into Ol'Seadog's face.

By the time he was about to make a smug statement, Blacksail had already stepped forward, pale-faced; while slashing your saber forward. Hawser immediately swung his sword to parry.

Rattle! Sparks flew as Hawser staggered back two steps.

He was about to speak again, but Blacksail unexpectedly held out his hand as a gush of black liquid greeted Hawser like a squid spraying ink. Despite this, Hawser was quite agile and managed to dodge before jumping 2-3 meters.

Amazingly, however, the drops of liquid rippled in the air as if they had a life of their own!

After being sprayed in the face, Hawser looked incredibly remorseful as white smoke billowed from his body; giving off a pungent stench. As Hawser roared in fear, Blacksail took the opportunity to decapitate with his saber.

At that moment, this person dressed in black suddenly stepped into action.

As he walked forward, he took quick little steps that seemed strangely fleeting. He was clearly more than a dozen yards away, but in a second his thin rapier was already drawn, blocking Blacksail's saber.

His rapier was extremely flexible, and after locking the saber, he began twisting forward like a snake without a single warning. Rattle! Rattle! Rattle! Rattle! He darted toward Blacksail's occupied right hand. Blacksail was immediately startled when the black-clad individual suddenly backed away hard, struggling to knock the saber out of Blacksail's hand.

Immediately his rapier shot forward with precision; like a bolt of lightning it bored deep into Blacksail's stomach.

Covertly watching the crowd, Brother Black initially wanted to react. Instead, Sheyan held him.

"Take your time. Even if these fools wanted to kill, they wouldn't do it so directly. To cement their ruling standing, even if they wanted to kill, they would first resort to cruel torture. A storm raises the strong grass the test that talent only emerges in times of crisis. I want to see today how many are steadfastly loyal to me."

With his stomach pierced, Blacksail's eyes widened as he emerged in immense agony. Nevertheless, he struck stubbornly.

This person with the black cloak then smiled grimly.

"A half-hearted alchemist like you dares to be a disgrace and act against us? Remember you died at the hands of Ocean Storm, Alan Dale!'

When Alan Dale's name was announced, an uproar broke out in the crowd; like a gentle breeze whispering against the leaves of the trees. It was a celebrated name with an illustrious reputation among pirates. Still, few managed to associate him with this dark, slender, and crooked individual in a black cloak.

It is said that among pirates, Alan Dale was one of the rare Western rapier experts. A character known for single-handedly protecting her flagship from Spaniards trying to invade on a plank. Faced with a barrage of threatening enemies, he killed 15 in a row and violently held out until reinforcements arrived.

(TN: The Pirate Code, commonly referred to as the Pirate Code, Pirate Code, or simply Code, was a large book containing the entire code of the Pirate Brothers set out by the Pirate Lords Morgan and Bartholomew in the Classic Age of Piracy. )

Alan Dale may not have impressed anyone directly, but he was definitely a fresh memory in the mind of Sheyan's former first officer, Scarface Harry. After all, the scar on Scarface Harry's face was left by Alan Dale after a fight!

Ammand was also an expert in Western-style swordsmanship. Once, during a rollicking proclamation while drinking in a bar, Alan deliberately slandered Dale that Ammand would not last ten seconds in a sword fight with him.

As it happened, First Mate Harry was drinking in the same bar. Of course, being loyal to Ammand, Harry would not find this easy to hear; so the two started arguing.

Eventually, the result was that Alan Dale was punched in the chest. That fist just wasn't easy, as Scarface had unleashed the fist on Harry while he was using his barbaric Flesh Explosion ability. After receiving such a direct blow, Alan Dale's body was deteriorating day by day, becoming stooped and weak.

On the contrary, Harry had to live with a deep scar on his face forever. Although their brawl resulted in Alan Dale getting the worst ending of gout, it could be said that his skills were exceptional as well.

Following the commotion of the crowd, Alan Dale deftly drew his rapier. Blacksail collapsed to the ground, face trembling, blood spurting profusely from under her body, soaking much of the deck.

Alan Dale then covered his mouth and coughed slightly before commanding his subordinate.

"Hang them on the pole. Don't let it go until the sea breeze dries it.

Ten more pirates behind him immediately charged forward. Suddenly, 7-8 of Sheyan's pirate subordinates rushed out of the ship's hold, all aiming their Mauser rifles. Their leader was former naval officer Philip, whose body was straight like a stick. He didn't care and rushed off screaming angrily.

"Whoever dares to touch even one of us becomes a honeycomb!"

Alan Dale sneered as he abruptly grabbed Blacksail, prompting Philip not to shoot the rat for fear of breaking the vases. Alan Dale himself urged Blacksail to the muzzles of those Mauser rifles and crouched behind his hostage.

With a flash of metal, his rapier suddenly shot from Blacksail's face toward Philip's throat.

Philip was also a skilled swordsman, so he reacted immediately to block with the front of his rifle. Instead, Alan Dale drew back his rapier as his blade sliced ​​cleanly across the rifle's barrel; Sending out sparks and a deep claw mark before beginning to stab Philip's abdomen.

Philip performed a miserable back roll and narrowly avoided the shot.

Instead, Alan Dale's rapier thrust speed increased. Having stabbed straight ahead, it was as if he didn't take time to draw his rapier back before another blow came; inevitably to Philips middle brow!

But out of nowhere a fiery ball entered. Damn! He hit and deflected Alan Dale's rapier.

"Chi! Do!” Before long, the sound of bullets filled the air. Alan Dale, knowing that another formidable enemy had arrived, decided to hastily kill the two enemies in front of him.

In fact, those bullets gave him no chance; like parasitic worms they threatened to invade Alan Dale's body. At that moment he realized that if he didn't want to be shot, he had to retreat, he had no choice but to retreat!

Finally the shots stopped. Alan Dale looked up to see a black man with pearly white teeth slowly blowing smoke out of the barrel of his rifle. When he turned back to Blacksail and Philip, he noticed that someone was holding him.

With his hands crossed in front of his chest, this person looked pretty robust. His eyes were unnaturally bright and his gaze conveyed an air of contempt. Unknown why, Alan Dale felt as if a mighty mountain was falling from the sky and pressing down on him; a feeling of blatant uneasiness.

He immediately drew his rapier while frowning with a mischievous look.

"Who are you?"

Sheyan ignored him but turned his attention to the Hawser, who stepped aside. Stepping forward, he reached out and grabbed Hawser's shoulder.

Hawser let out an eerie scream, drew his greatsword, and slashed at Sheyan. Without dodging or fleeing, Sheyan gently lowered his head and let the sword slice into his shoulder.

Blood dripped from Sheyan's shoulders, but when Hawser tried to pull his sword back, he was startled to find his sword lodged in his opponent's shoulder. It was very quiet! Then Sheyan grabbed Hawser by the shoulders before pulling him towards him and punching him hard in the face.

Such a blow sent the bulky Hawser flying straight 2-3 meters; He threw several rounds while some yellowed teeth, mixed with blood and saliva, squirted out of his mouth after hitting the wooden deck.

At that moment, Alan Dale's form blurred as he stabbed Sheyan in the back. Sheyan's current Agility wasn't weak at all. He easily grabbed the oncoming rapier and calmed it without turning his head.

"Don't be in a hurry, it will be your turn soon."

As he spoke, he retrieved his long saber and charged steadily at Hawser!

How destructive was the power of his +7 longsword? The flash of blades flashed along with Hawser's repeated bloodthirsty screams.

Alan Dale raged as he pulled hard on his rapier, believing that his opponent's five fingers clutching the foil blade would invariably be cut off. The grim reality, however, was that only an insignificant bloodline had marked his rapier blade!

As Alan frantically thrust Dale again, Sheyan continued to ignore him, brazenly using his bare left hand to block. Although Alan Dale's iridescent rapier pierced his arm with a multitude of bloody wounds, it did no serious harm!

The surrounding spectator pirates watched anxiously. On the contrary, Sheyan's pirate crew cheered wildly with screams of mounting excitement!

In short order, Hawser was reduced to mere sighs and wails, and had no strength to retaliate. Then Sheyan stomped on Hawser's limbs! Stabbing fractures echoed soon after as all four of Hawser's limbs were completely broken!

At this point, Sheyan turned and called out to his crew.

"Old Seal?"

Ol'Seadog ran hastily; his face was covered in dirt and grime, as well as a bruise from being trampled on earlier. Then he bowed respectfully and saluted.

"What are your orders, Captain?"

Sheyan looked back at Hawser, who looked like a dead dog. So, he announced politely.

"You didn't mention you let him try your lead ball? My subordinates always stand by their words! How can you fight on the seven seas without reliability?”

Though his face showed signs of distress, Ol'Seadog immediately flashed a grin and answered.

"Yes, Captain. Your lessons remain!

Ol'Seadog immediately drew a short musket before roughly shoving it into Hawser's mouth. Finally he flashed a cruel smile.

"Fool, I offer you a way out by calling you to get lost, but you stubbornly clung to it. You know what fear is now, yes?

Hawser's eyes widened as his mouth let out an indistinct screech that was no doubt pleas for mercy. At some point the tears started to flow. At that, Ol'Seadog just laughed hysterically. Amidst the watchful siege of many pirates, he felt with great satisfaction that his little self had reached the pinnacle of its life.

bang! He pulled the trigger!

Smoke spiraled up while Hawser's eyes remained wide. Her body convulsed violently for a brief moment before she finally stopped moving. A great mass of turbid blood formed on the deck beneath his head.

Meanwhile, Alan Dale screamed with cunning intent.

“You really dare to kill my men. Just wait, the entire crew of this ship will be shot down!

After he finished his testimony, he immediately jumped onto the Tortuga shore and fled.

But now, DA! ARE! ARE! There was a distinct rumble as three bullets whizzed past. The first bullet hit the rock Alan Dale was about to step on, which quickly froze into a sheet of deep blue ice!

Alan Dale immediately lost his footing upon landing, but quickly stabbed with his rapier to halt his fall. However, the second bullet whizzed by at this point and hit the foil blade, which cushioned its weight. He eventually collapsed on his face as the third bullet went through Alan Dale's head; accidentally bumped into a rope pulling a stack of empty beer kegs.

Immediately the empty beer kegs fell, rattling loudly as they rolled down; Threaten to destroy Alan Dale.

Alan Dale had just regained his footing and suddenly had to face those oncoming barrels and Alan Dale could only back away; back to where he was trying to escape. At this point, Sheyan was already standing peacefully in front of him.

"Oh, will my whole crew be destroyed? Did you say that?”

Alan Dale's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably; seems to have reached the peak of anger. He gritted his teeth and explained.

"That's right! I said it! What do you want?

Sheyan replied indifferently.

"Relax, I'm in a good mood today and I don't want to kill you. But you recently mentioned your desire to hang my subordinate on the pole and let it dry in the wind. I am a person who acts with equanimity; how others treat me, I will do the same.”

A pair of hostile flames ignited in Alan Dale's eyes as he aimed his rapier at Sheyan's eyes. His thrust was carried out with all his might and could only be described as an electric shock. However, Sheyan struck with his hand where the rapier left only a streak of blood on his palm.

The current Sheyan already had a lot of combat experience. At a glance he could see the weakness of Alan Dale's attack!

It was only at this point that Alan Dale understood that he had been very vain. When he heard that a group of outsiders had arrived today, his hand started itching and he decided to engage in blackmail. He never expected to find out that this was a British model warship. In addition, several extremely valuable components were on board.

Even more critically, the pirates on board were people he did not fully recognize. Instead, his subordinates assured and solemnly swore that the pirates on board were the lowest ranks who had no achievements! They were basically like children carrying a bag of gold while demonstrating on the street. No wonder Alan Dale wanted to plunder and capture the Hill Maiden.

After all, how was he supposed to know that this ship's core pirates were really that domineering!!

For Alan Dale there was no alternative at the moment, more contemplation would only weaken his fighting spirit.

So he sighed heavily as he pushed unnecessary thoughts out of his heart. His footwork became more intriguing while his attack pattern became weird. It is vividly observed, however, that his rapier strokes have turned into threads of silk; like a flexible but durable thread that cut endless strips of wounds into Sheyan's body.

Because he had taken the lead, Alan Dale began to believe that victory was achievable. How much blood a person had was how much would flow; How many more wounds can he take? With his unwavering perseverance, he would inevitably emerge victorious.

However, as Alan Dale's confidence began to recover from such thoughts, an inexplicably strange grunt was transmitted from Sheyan's body. In fact, Sheyan had all been waiting for this moment, the moment when his passive ability on his 'Barbarian Crust Armor' activated.

He immediately drew his saber and struck headfirst! The speed of his first shot was pretty standard fare for Alan Dale, as Alan Dale's mesmerizing footwork made it easy to sidestep to dodge. But the speed of the second shot... was simply beyond Alan Dale's imagination!

Sheyan's deadly saber sliced ​​horizontally with a dark blue afterimage. Realizing that dodging was impossible, Alan Dale could only slide his rapier to block.

Rattle! The rapier and longsword collided as sparks were ignited. After blocking that blade, Alan Dale could only feel his chest being squeezed to the max as if he couldn't even breathe! In a split second her vision darkened as the stars came out!

A veteran of a hundred battles, his vast experience allowed him to react reflexively. He jumped back from the force of the impact, distancing himself while reducing the astronomical explosive power of Sheyan's long saber.

However, just as Alan Dale had jumped back, he was hit by another ocean blue stingray, wearing a fiery, malicious grin as he was decapitated. That feeling was like someone's soul being crushed in the depths of the ocean!

"How can there be a blade that moves so fast!" Alan Dale's eyes flashed into fear, which then quickly turned to desperation.

All that was heard was an unparalleled wailing scream as Alan Dale grabbed his right thigh, blood spurting out like a fountain. He was limping now and his mobility was greatly reduced. However, he forced himself to keep blocking for another 7-8 punches.

SHOVEL! Alan Dale was then hit in the cheek with the back of the saber before Sheyan followed with a punch to the face. His eyes went black while his nose burned with unprecedented pain before he fell semi-conscious.

When Alan Dale came to, a putrid mixture of sweat and mud sniffed his nostrils as the agony of all his broken bones seared his senses. In such unbearable agony, he averted his eyes to watch.

Instead, the sight of her infuriated him to the point of almost passing out again. It turns out that an unnamed pirate stepped on his face; stroking your face as if you were wiping the sole of your shoe!

"Argh!!!!" Alan Dale howled as he brimmed with humiliation. Unfortunately, his limbs were clenched tightly together, where excessive movement only increased his agony.

By this time, Blacksail had already been rescued and awakened. After swallowing a few sips of rum, he refreshed himself and began using a medicine he had prepared himself. After a simple bandage, he forced himself to his feet. Noticing Alan Dale's current sad state, Blacksail's eyes flashed with adrenaline and brutality; similar to that of a wounded, hungry but powerful wolf.

Sheyan crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at Alan Dale and left.

“Involving me, you are really unhappy. I am someone who holds a grudge. Therefore, anyone who dares to harm me or my comrades will definitely be repaid with favor. Black Candle!!"

A pale-faced Blacksail immediately wiped the blood from her lips as she cried out.

"Yes, Captain!"

Maliciously, Sheyan commanded.

"Take off that stupid cunt's clothes, hang him on my pole with no clothes on. Don't leave even half of your underwear behind.

Hearing Sheyan's command, even the distant spectator pirates exploded. It was not uncommon to hang one from the top of a pole. This was a common method of punishment a captain would use for disobedient crew members. However, this was completely naked! A completely naked humiliation was apparently unthinkable. Also, the victim of this naked hanging was a prominent figure in Tortuga, nay, the entire Caribbean scene - Alan Dale!

Hearing Dale Sheyan's order, Alan cried out in anger.

"You despicable dog, dare to kill me! You limp idiot!

For someone like him, being stripped naked and hanged was worse than death. Still, Alan Dale wasn't a fearless pirate who would see death as a comeback. He didn't dare bite his tongue and commit suicide.

In contrast, Blacksail carried out Sheyan's command with unparalleled enthusiasm. He quickly and easily transformed Alan Dale into a naked pig, baring his gaunt ribs and deathly pale skin. He then hung the completely naked Alan Dale from the pole. All eyes were now on the pristine condition of this "cold," "mysterious," and "impressive" swordsman.

Watching Alan Dale's acne-ridden bare buttocks, wrinkled cock, excessive foreskin, and body smeared with dirt and blemishes; All of her first impressions were completely overturned...

While previously only several hundred spectators followed Sheyan's fight with the pirates, it had now escalated to a thousand. Clustered, these spectators gathered near the breakwaters and harbor. They give Sheyan and his unexpected crew awed looks before turning their attention to the suspended Alan Dale; furiously scolded, cursed and even screamed.

Sheyan deliberately chose not to seal her mouth; for in everyone's eyes they could see everything Alan Dale did, or every word he cursed; the only fact he couldn't change was the horrible case of having his bare buttocks hung from that pole. Such a stark contrast would definitely make a deep impression on anyone.

As time went on, Alan Dale felt like he was completely drowning in a sea of ​​humiliation. The crowd only grew; She remembered daggers hurting her self-esteem.

However, Alan Dale did not want to die. After all the bloody battles he had fought before and fought up until now, he was undoubtedly reluctant to just give up life!

Now, after singing such a shocking contradiction, the famous Alan Dale became so touchy that he could even hear the cough of a casual passerby; even the screeching seagulls seemed to insult him violently. He even tried to hypnotize himself into thinking it was just a nightmare that was about to end!

Meanwhile, the few pirates Alan Dale had brought with him tried to escape. However, with Reef and Brother Black watching over them, how did they escape?

They could only serve obediently as prisoners. They looked around in horror and looked like young waitresses after being hired. Tormented by the fear that those hideous pirates would strip her and hang her from the mast.

It was simply impossible to describe the current feelings of these pirates.

Normally freaked out in Tortuga, they were now beyond shame. Usually uninhibited before, how humiliated they were now!

More and more pirates crowded in as arguments between them broke down.

"That's Alan Dale, isn't it?"

"He really is."

"This time your name has to be at the top of the pirate list, but as a joke. How swiftly that news would spread through the taverns, yea, faster than the east winds! Yes, I can imagine that in a few months all pubs will be discussing this happy topic.

"Even if Alan Dale survives this, his basement-sucking name can never be erased once he sets foot on land. Yes, it's an eternal joke.

"This Hill Maiden might look like a British warship, eh, but she flies really well. Where did your captain come from to completely ignore Skrtel!”

„….“

Sheyan didn't bother to entertain her. After killing Hawser, Ol'Seadog dropped a light blue clef that came out with nothing but a little over 2,000 utility points.

Encouraged by past experience, Sheyan began carefully inspecting Hawser's corpse, where he could detect a clear bluish glow; Belonging to the ring worn on Hawser's middle finger.

Sheyan immediately received the notification:

[You have discovered a corpse that appears to possess mystical energy]

[Would you like to enable your pirate captain's looting permission? ]

[You discovered an enchanted artifact: Lodestone Ring]

[Magnetring (1/2)]

[Origin: Turkey]

[Gear: Exclusive Storyline Gear]

[Gear Rarity: Light Blue]

[Material: Magnetita]

[Add-ons: Platinbasis]

[Effect: Grants the user enhanced vision. In close combat, accuracy increases by 3 cm. In side firefights, accuracy has been increased by 1 meter. (This means that within a deviation of 3 cm or 1 m, the attack is automatically redirected to accuracy)]

[Device Position: Finger]

[Description: If you can find and combine another 'Lodestone Ring', the combined strength of the paired rings will demonstrate extremely powerful power. ]

[ Description: Although its effect is negligible, this is a must-have for a professional shooter. In the past, Hawser has used 5 British Guineas to buy it from a disappointed roving pirate. After using the ring, Hawser shamelessly stole his 5 British guineas]

Sheyan noticed the ring he had just received and toyed with it briefly.

"Hmm, this object should be fine."

He then approached the suspended Alan Dale while debating whether to finish off and loot him. Instead, he noticed a faint black glow flickering from his pile of clothes!!!

"What's up?" Sheyan got excited and walked over immediately.

This pile of clothes was a mess after Blacksail stripped Alan Dale and tossed aside. Examining it carefully, Sheyan noticed that the black sheen emanated from a pair of boots.

After the pair of boots was touched, the kingdom sent a notification.

[You have discovered an enchanted object filled with powerful witch powers. ]

[Inquiring: You have absolute authority over the owner of the object. ]

[You have successfully met the looting criteria, do you want to use your pirate captain's authority to loot? ]

[You have discovered an enchanted artifact: Boots of Speed. ]

[Boots of Speed: 1 pair]

[Origin: Erathia] (TN: This is a continent in Heroes of Might and Magic 3)

[Gear: Exclusive Storyline Gear]

[Gear Rarity: Black]

[Material: Griffon Feather, Unicorn Skin]

[Add-ons: Steel Soles]

[Effect: Greatly increases the user's movement speed, but accuracy will drop significantly; It is not advisable to equip archers or gunners. ]

[Device Position: Feet]

[ Description: No one knows where this boot came from, except that the right pair is engraved with "Era" and the left pair with "thia". After his fight with Scarface Harry, Alan Dale was unable to fully recover from his injuries. Depressed Alan Dale ventured out fishing daily and found this pair of boots in a devilish fish belly. After using it, he immediately realized its wondrous nature. ]

Needless to say, dead Hawser wouldn't show a single reaction. When the suspended Alan Dale witnessed this desperate scene instead, his vision clouded. Originally afflicted with a strong will to live, he immediately lost all lust for life.

He understood that with his current fiasco of bare butts hanging from a pole, he had lost his entire face. From now on he would not be able to rise above other pirates, but that was only a loss of prestige.

Except when Sheyan took off his boots, he not only skinned Alan Dale's face, but looted a large portion of his abilities; leaving him utterly in a condition worse than death! As fast Alan Dale, he wouldn't even be able to match Hawser. If Sheyan saved his life, it would be like 10 times bewildering fear of death upon him.

Previously, Hill Maiden had been pursuing speed as a priority due to time constraints. So he only brought more than 60 pirates with him, while the remaining 100 caught up with the remaining ships more slowly.

Sheyan ignored the naked man hanging from his mast and returned to his captain's cabin. When he reappeared, he immediately ordered his crew to assemble on deck. He then extravagantly perched on a suitcase before asking about Ol'Seadog.

"Bring the red chest to the captain's cabin."

Though doubtful, Ol'Seadog staunchly agreed.

Shortly thereafter, huffing and panting, four pirates pulled out a crate and placed it under Sheyan's feet. These four pirates were so exhausted they ran out of breath as they fell clumsily to the deck.

Then Sheyan waved him off before opening the trunk lid. The chest fell over with a kick as a shimmering glow fell to the floor. All the pirates, even those on land, gasped in unison!

It turns out that the budding contents of that large chest were gold nuggets! These delicious and beautiful coins poured out like a waterfall.

Sheyan then took out a glittering gold coin and tossed it back into the chest while making clinking noises. Then he raised his voice loudly.

"I promised you earlier that I will shower you with greater riches! Now I keep my promise! Ol'Seadog, grant the unharmed scum fifty gold guineas apiece!

At the sound of Sheyan's sentence, the pirates watching from the docks erupted into a great commotion. In contrast, the pirates commanded by Sheyan hefted their heavy bags and grinned from ear to ear.

You must know that in this golden age of piracy, the purchasing power of Gold Guinea was truly amazing. In the novel Jane Eyre; When Jane Eyre becomes governess at Thornfield Hall, her annual salary was only £20 (including board and rations). When Charles Darwin moved to the country, he spent £2,000 to buy a magnificent home. The cost of building Wembley Stadium was £750,000. From this, the relative value of a hundred guineas can be derived in principle.

Aside from the pirates on the three legendary pirate ships, most pirates wouldn't even get paid a year's salary.

The pirates who received their money all beamed with joy while the rest looked forward to it.

From there, Sheyan once again proclaimed: pirates with minor injuries would receive 100 guineas, while seriously injured and bedridden would receive 150 guineas. For the handicapped who could no longer travel, they would receive 500 guineas.

Of course, when such a policy was announced, Sheyan's crew didn't need to be mentioned, but even the pirates who crowded around them grew uneasy. In their hearts, they pondered how they would act in those few days — proactively jumping on Hill Maiden or turning to their own captains for a raise in salaries. Ultimately, whatever choice they made, their current economic situation needed to be improved. At least they should get more loot than these newcomers.

However, this was not the greatest miracle. As the loot was distributed, Sheyan looked around and his gaze fell on Blacksail, who was holding his wound, complexion pale. As he met Sheyan's gaze, he quickly bowed his head in awe.

Sheyan walked over to him before putting his indomitable, majestic longsword to Blacksail's shoulder. Whereupon Blacksail promptly and tactfully knelt.

“Today I saw your loyalty. Such virtue is praiseworthy and deserves rewards. Therefore, I, Sailor Yan from the East, will take the power from the sinner who has wronged you and give it to you. I hope you can continue to exercise this power in bondage! However, this strength comes with enormous risks. If your physical limits cannot take it, it will be harmful to you. Are you ready to accept this?

Blacksail trembled violently and could not hold back heavy breaths of ecstasy. He had witnessed Canbi's miracle first-hand, and none of Sheyan's subordinates had any more doubts. Overall, to her, this was a form of black magic. In this technologically advanced world of magic, curses, and gunpowder, any supernatural occurrence would be enough to convince.

Blacksail dropped her other knee to the floor and bluntly touched the deck with her forehead. Then he suppressed the excitement in his heart and announced.

"Captain! I will be devoted to you forever.

Meanwhile, the audience pirates all dismissed this behavior as a clumsy performance and criticized the performers for such excessive emotional turmoil. But in the next second their eyes opened to reality and they were amazed.

With unprecedented excitement, Blacksail ignored her injuries as she pulled on her boots. So he couldn't resist the urge to try his newfound features. He began leaping across the deck, and by the blinding speed and footwork he displayed even a blind man could tell that he lived up to Alan Dale's mysteries.

"He stole Alan Dale's power!!!"

"You see, this alchemy apprentice can really reproduce Alan Dale's mystical work."

"The captain's name is Seaman Yan?" Does he really have such amazing magic? Wait, looks like I've heard his name before. It is related to the turbulence in the port of Turtuga. Okay, Amman is looking for him. This man is also closely linked to the Flying Dutchman.”

"Mount! No wonder the boy is fearless. In fact, no one dares tease Davy Jones' third pal.

"He seems to have his own way, but with such power you will actually be jealous. Wouldn't that mean his followers got stronger?

„…“

Hearing the crowd's discussion on the pier, Sheyan understood, although his expression didn't give much away, that his goal had been accomplished. Then he looked at Philip and commanded without emotion.

"Philipp, take a step forward."

Philip was shocked to the point of astonishment. Nonetheless, he got up and marched. Sheyan met his eyes as he spoke his words.

"To obtain invincible power from me... one can count not only on devotion but also on an awesome heart!"

Philip hesitated a bit and finally dropped to the floor on both knees before gently pressing his forehead to the deck.

"Therefore, to reward your devotion, I must bestow upon you exceptional accuracy and harmony. May you kill your enemies in combat with deadly precision. May you effortlessly sink our enemy's ships with our cannons."

Philip took a deep breath as he accepted the ring Sheyan presented. Then he laid it down sacredly and with dignity before closing his eyes. Even an honest gentleman like Philip couldn't help but reveal behavior in which he got high on drugs as he was shaking slightly from head to toe.

After all, listening to others countless times can never be compared to the first personal experience!

A wave of incredibly refreshing aura was transmitted from the ring as it spiraled over Philip's wrist and eyes.

Witnessing such a miracle, Philip once again bowed his haughty head to Sheyan.

In the ship's hold, Old Bath sighed heavily as he closed his eyes in despair, knowing that this once-proud apprentice had already been fully won over by him.

After that, the originally desperate Philip rekindled his life's work. This meant that his aim of battle would no longer be just to protect his subordinates, but would also champion this demon wholeheartedly as the man before him; Earn merits and morph to greater heights!

As the saying goes - a strong dragon cannot hold back a snake*. There were reasons why Sheyan acted so bombastic, arrogant, and despotic after landing on Tortuga.

(TL:* Chinese expression means a local gangster who is above the law)

First, because he had sufficient strength.

Second, he was in preparation for his schemes and future plans.

Also, the higher a pirate's reputation, the more benefits they grant. For example, had Sheyan not had a "respected" reputation when he entered this world, the pirates would likely have rolled their eyes and despised him. Who would be willing to become your subordinate?

Remarkably, after eliminating those few ships from the British Royal Navy and presently daring to challenge Skrtel, Sheyan's current reputation as a pirate had already risen to almost "Revered". Once he got to "Revered" he would be on par with the likes of Ammand. Even on the Flying Dutchman he would have the qualifications to become second mate.

(TN: *before I used vice officer, they're the same term)

Of course, when pirates get rich, they don't save him, but go on prostitution and gambling tours. It seems that many of the pirate leaders also supported this point, because once their subordinates had spent their entire fortune, they would have had an increased motivation to plunder. Of course, if one had an inordinate amount of wealth, consideration issues would multiply to women, wife, property, status…

If you just put the current world situation in perspective, will anyone see millionaires running through the streets fighting to the death? Or the prominent leaders of hooligan gangs; Of course, if they were hugging female celebrities or touring overseas, would anyone see them fight little flies? That was indeed the case, people without talent were unfortunately persecuted and killed….

The reason Sheyan was willing to hand out such exorbitant wealth to his subordinates was that he belonged to the vile category of those who would rush to harvest a bounty. He only had to think about his situation for 32 days. So he could obviously give out fancy boots to buy their loyalty and morale.

On the contrary, other captains had to make minimal reflections for the next 3 years. If they followed Sheyan's licentious ways, two years would suffice for his subjects to amass a fortune and return to their hometowns in robes of silk; leave their ships empty.

After Sheyan whispered a few phrases to Ol'Seadog, Ol'Seadog and Canbi brought a dozen more pirates and left; of course, Mogensha followed. After a few minutes they returned with rum, roast beef and even invited girls who could tap-dance.

Although these women fell short of Sheyan's aesthetic concept because their cosmetics were too thick and their lipsticks too excessive, he recalled; that was a generation without Chanel, Pond's, OLAY or L'Oreal Paris. By now the pirates had their eyes drawn from these women as they croaked and whistled.

Sheyan's explanation for his team was simple - sharing the joys and burdens of life. So they had to postpone disembarking for the feast until their brothers arrived from the other two ships. So he allowed them to have fun on board first. Of course your pirate crew wouldn't understand such logic. However, they definitely did not dare to voice their opinions.

For the moment, Sheyan had the ship firmly in his hands with the direct help of his trusted confidants - Philip, Ol'Seadog, Canbi, Blacksail and a few others - any little thing would not trigger any more "stormy seas".

It turns out that the real purpose of Sheyan's bombastic behavior was to...

They waited for the big boss, Skrtel, who could really run Tortuga's affairs, to appear.

Sheyan believed this individual would definitely show up because every minute the sea breeze slapped against Alan Dale's bare buttocks and balls was like slapping Skrtel in the face!

Consequently, Sheyan was reluctant to dismiss her crew ashore. Because if the worst happens, all of Tortuga's pirates can become hostile to them. In this case, it would still be possible to muster all the strength to attempt an escape. However, if your pirate crew were spread across bars, they would be separated one at a time.

However, Skrtel didn't show up without knowing why. After waiting on deck for half an hour, Sheyan felt a little idle and decided to take a trip to the captain's cabin to rest.

He was not one to waste precious time, and he had researched the field of his inventions assiduously; hoping to go one step further and create new gene mixes. Also, he definitely wouldn't be picking up new recipes for his concoctions in a short amount of time.

Matters on deck he gave Canbis jurisdiction; instruct to notify you when a special event occurs.

About 10 minutes or so passed. Another group of pirates landed. For the moment, most of the crowd had dispersed, but a handful remained, still pointing in that direction. Once in port, these pirates couldn't help but join the fray.

When a red-bearded pirate took a look, he could finally make out the face of the bare buttocks hanging from the top of the pole. he murmured in astonishment.

"Isn't that Alan Dale, who reports to Skrtel? How could he be humiliated by another and hanged on a ship?"

"Whose ship is that, Redbeard, do you recognize it?" Another horse-faced pirate put his hands on his hips and asked with the imposing manner of an older brother.

Redbeard took one look and suddenly laughed.

"Hoth, I have no idea who owns it, but the guy who appears on board as the crew chief is someone I know. You recognize it too.

"Oh." Hoth let out a stunned sigh as he studied it carefully with his eyes. He then spoke to enlightenment.

"Isn't Canbi, the diminutive leader of a third-rate ship, nicknamed Iron-Hammer?"

Pirates' general understanding of ships was determined by the size and number of masts they had. Normally, a one-masted ship would not be mentioned, while a three-masted ship, analogous to Sheyan's current Hill Maiden, would be known as a third-rate ship. After that, their rates would evolve around the amount of fattening they had. A 5-masted ship was a layer that allowed participation in naval warfare as the main force. On the 7-masted ships, this was the core of the flagships. Of course, these partitions did not contain the bizarre antics of the legendary warships.

Both Hoth and Redbeard were respectively captain and first mate of a 5-masted ship in the pirate Chevalle's fleet.

At the moment, the pirate Chevalle was still engaged in a grueling war at sea with Britain's Royal Navy. So you were here to buy supplies for the return trip.

Redbeard suddenly licked his lips and laughed out loud.

“I was constantly worried and thought that we would not be able to buy enough supplies, which the captain ordered us to do this time. However, looking back now, this is a golden opportunity from heaven.

replied Hoth confused.

"What do you mean?"

“While Skrtel's attack can be pretty weak in Tortuga, he controls almost half of the commercial portion. Today his subordinate has fallen from grace and been hanged at the helm of this third-rate ship. Once we rescue Alan Dale and get rid of the crook responsible for it, can't we firmly support Skrtel? With this connection, would I be afraid of not completing the acquisition mission that the captain commissioned us to do?

Redbeard chuckled softly. The more he thought about it, the happier he felt. Then he continued.

"We were constantly pressured by that scourge, Stonecannon. In the heart of the captain, he is the protagonist of us fifth-rate ships. I believe his career as a sixth-rate ship's captain is imminent. We will have massive merit if we can handle this acquisition matter well. We plan well, the days when I embark to replace Stonecannon's position are imminent!

Instead, Hoth paused mischievously as he watched the Hill Maiden and murmured doubtfully.

"However... even Alan Dale fell for this 'rogue'.

"That means Alan Dale is a cripple! Check out his weakened state, which usually looks like a plague spirit! Who cares who the bilge-sucking captain of this ship is. He treats a cotton swab like an iron hammer like jewelry and is only a third rate ship captain! I think he turns the sky? In any case, Eisenhammer Canbi is a part of us, free from our internal codes. Let us personally command you to release Alan Dale, it'll put a huge face on him!

Redbeard looked rather impatient; without bringing any pirate companions with them, they climbed onto the Hill Maiden's deck.

Currently most of the pirates on board were half drunk and had retired to their cabins to rest. Only Canbi and his few close associates, loyal to Sheyan, had not the slightest weakness.

As Redbeard watched the Iron Hammer Canbi sitting uninhibited in front of him, he felt a certain uneasiness in his heart. As a mate on a fifth-rate ship, even captains of third-rate ships would flatter him. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even turn his eyes to such a lowly leader.

Redbeard took a step forward before asking sternly.

"Can you recognize me?"

If it were Canbi from a few days ago, he would surely be shaking with fear and trepidation. However, he was a whole new and different person now. Of course, since he had enough strength, his confidence also increased! So Canbi just gave a nonchalant look.

"You must be Redbeard, yes. Be smart and leave as soon as you're done watching. Don't you know the rules? Shouldn't you report your arrival before boarding my ship?

After hearing it, Redbeard was speechless. Such a scenario was completely beyond their expectations.

But at that moment, Hoth got extremely impatient as he exploded.

"Stop talking to him! Canbi, let me fill you in. Your captain really dares to destroy the wonderful relationship between the pirate Cap'n Chevalle and Mister Skrtel. Do your research and release Sir Alan Dale and kiss his feet to pray for forgiveness. If not, get ready to feed the sharks!”

Hearing Hoth's words, Canbi slowly stood up without showing any reaction on her face. Redbeard even thought he was about to admit his mistake and apologize. Who knows, Canbi suddenly roared.

"Are you giving me orders? dare you command me What audacity!”

As the big, burly Canbi roared wildly, he pulled out an eight-foot steel club with a thick wrist and swung it at Hoth's head!

"The only one who can give me orders in this world is me, Captain. You bastard twins making fun of you and want to feed me to the fish?

Canbi had found this mace earlier and kept it for use as he couldn't always carry a large anchor with him. When his mace charged, Hoth was caught completely off guard; He couldn't even imagine Canbi daring to attack him.

In his urgency, he screamed loudly as he hastily raised his drawn sword from his hip to block. However, Canbi's current strength surpassed even Blood-Anchor; Though Hoth possessed brute power, he could only come to terms with being drained after being surprised.

"Kiang!" A resounding sound came.

Canbi's steel mace bent back, but Hoth's drawn greatsword gave way completely; as an unstoppable force crushed Hoth's shoulder, pulverizing the shoulder bones into broken bone fragments. There was an indentation on his shoulder as Hoth immediately let out a cry of incomparable pitch.

Among the lowest ranks among the Chevalle Pirates, Canbi has endured countless complaints and resentments. For the moment, he no longer bothered to stop for a conversation as he flashed a sly grin before swinging his mace again.

At that moment, Redbeard drew his greatsword and rushed to the rescue.

Redbeard's optimal option was now to attack the besieger's house to relieve his ally's siege. Therefore, he should pierce Canbi's neck, which will inevitably injure the agile and disabled Canbi. After all, Canbi couldn't keep up with his pulverizing mace when his throat was stabbed! By rescuing his ally in this way, Redbeard would gain the upper hand.

However, Redbeard simply had to do what he wasn't supposed to do. Filled with confidence, he brought his greatsword to parry Canbi's mace. His power was already less than Canbi's, and although his sword was not struck by the impact, it transmitted tremendous force through his arm. As he gripped the hilt of his greatsword tightly to prevent it from flying, the tissue between his fingers went numb, rupturing a huge gash, and blood spurted down his hand.

Before Redbeard had time to reorganize, Canbi's few confidants had drawn and fired several hand-wound muskets.

Next, Canbi pulled back his mace before spinning and slightly throwing an uppercut from the sky with his mace. His mace struck Redbeard, who flew upward as he spun 270 degrees in the air before landing heavily on the deck.

Then... then Canbi and his familiars approached him. The two miserable pirates were too complacent and that's why they ended up in such a bitter situation. After that, it was unnecessary to dwell on it further.

When Sheyan found out about this matter, he only offered a distasteful sentence.

"Well done."

Nevertheless, he added another sentence.

"With the two fools desperate to save him, his relationship with Alan Dale is definitely not superficial. There is a saying in my hometown - comrades should share blessings and bear burdens. So let's take off your clothes and hang your bare bottom on our pole!"

Of course, since Sheyan gave the order, his subordinate strictly obeyed.

Meanwhile, Redbeard and Hoth were filled with fear and anger. They were horrified by the immense power Canbi possessed and were angry at themselves; A deal they thought was in the bag was abruptly twisted against them.

When the undressing began, they could not help cursing wildly and bitterly; no one could imagine the feeling of such humiliation. Apparently full of confidence in their rescue attempt, they were again reduced to the same consequence; suffer such degrading humiliations. How would you raise your head in front of your pirate crew in the future?

Hearing their venomous accusations, Canbi became very angry and ordered tissues to be stuffed into their mouths; In this way his world became peaceful again.

This time the crowd grew. At the moment, Alan Dale was really glad Redbeard tried to save him. That way the focus shifted to her and allowed him to breathe even in the midst of their fight.

Sheyan then recalled something as he immediately ordered his subordinate to get the two villains' clothes and belongings so he could inspect them. It seemed, however, that the plot-exclusive gear wasn't simply giveaways. After rummaging around until his eyeballs turned sour, he couldn't find a single item and could only sigh.

In the hours that followed, the pirates of Tortuga had truly and fully tasted their eyes; Besides, it wasn't every day that the captain and first mate of a fifth-rate ship were stripped and put on display to everyone's delight. In addition, the "famous" Alan Dale, known among the pirates of Tortuga, was still present.

Nevertheless analogous to a wonderful theater stage; Since there was a preface, a crescendo, a suspense, and a climax, surely the next would be the epilogue. Without an epilogue it would just be a disappointment. This wonderful theatrical stage directed by Sheyan reached its climax with the crowd gathered; or maybe you're finally starting your boarding for the epilogue.

Six hours passed after his capable subordinates hung their bare buttocks from the ship's mast.

The richest merchant in Tortuga; descendant of the author of the Pirate Code; A remarkable personality who could have rivaled the seven great pirate lords - Skrtel.Hustav.Bartholomew - has finally appeared. He appeared on the street in front of the harbor and walked step by step towards the Hill Maiden.

Of the seven Pirate Lords, three of the Pirate Lords gave Skrtel an individual assessment:

Clever and prudent; refrain from rash undertakings except in directing his future movements. When he acts, he inevitably retains enough confidence!

Skrtel fully prepared for six hours, obviously giving Sheyan an inordinate importance. A case that dishonored his face, how would he handle it?

Among thousands of staring eyes

Skrtel brought only one assistant.

Just a single assistant, and he intended to go straight into the Hill Maiden of Sheyan?

The surrounding pirates apparently couldn't believe their eyes. However, the facts were so.

Skrtel looked obese and resembled someone who lived like a prince. He smoked a briar cigar and smiled whenever he looked at anyone. When he smiled, his eyes were half-closed, revealing a style full of amiability. You could say he was a merchant, the type who liked to gossip, who preferred to harm himself and let others exploit him.

The person next to him had a fixed, sullen expression on his face, as if someone owed him something for a long time. He had an ordinary face, the face of a long-term unemployed. Neither pirates nor long-time wanderers in Tortuga would recognize it.

Still, Skrtel was definitely no fool. Since he dared to get just one human to enter this dominantly exposed ship, he naturally expected something.

Canbi sat imposingly on a wooden chest. Of course, since he had grown stronger, he didn't put the two people in his eyes. Right now, with just one order from Sheyan, this wealthy, confident pirate would attack Chevalle!

"What are you here for"

Canbi narrowed his eyes as he scratched his nails with any sword. So he announced absent.

"If you want to see men's asses, don't soil my deck and watch them from the dock. If you go to rescue them, be prepared to be hung from the pole like these two.

Instead, the stiff-looking man next to Skrtel suddenly demanded in a dark tone.

"Who dares to wear my Flying Dutchman crew mask?"

Although Canbi's lens was inflated, upon hearing the term "Flying Dutchman Crew" he felt an immediate adoration as his imposing demeanor immediately faded. Still, he managed to reply forcefully after listening.

"Who uses a false pretense?"

Skrtel burst into hysterical laughter before answering.

'This is Mr Stillwell. He is usually responsible for the interactions between the Flying Dutchman and the Drylands. He often has business with us when there are false pretenses, one look and he will know.

This Stillwell then scoffed.

“My name Cap'n Jones is magnanimous, there are jerks everywhere trying to impose themselves as your crew. Last month I captured three scammers in San Domingo and hung them straight to the gallows. One look from my eyes is enough to see through all scammers.

It turns out that the Flying Dutchman's pirate crew, after being cursed, could only reappear over the sea once every ten years. However, they still had relatives above Earth, so they sought out a random Stillwell and placed him in charge of managing the ship's plundered loot before turning them over to their relatives. In addition, the subsequent delivery of supplies such as artillery and other cannons was carried out by him.

Skrtel was a sly old fox indeed. To invite such a person here, it was thanks to him that he identified the greatest doubt about this so-called sailor status - the third mate of the Flying Dutchman.

Skrtel, of course, didn't believe in coincidences that an individual who had been missing for a decade would suddenly reappear... so no doubt he took such drastic measures to deal with the situation!

After Stillwell discovers the villain Sheyan, Skrtel uses the collapsed morale of his enemy's pirate minions to send his manpower and rightfully command this ship.

Of course, if Skrtel wished to command and plunder this ship with glory, he had to do so with good reason. Otherwise, Tortuga traders would be overcome with fear and uncertainty; Influence on the prosperity of trade centers. Such an event can be caught by its resistances and turned against it. Mental first attack before physical, that was something Skrtel liked to do.

Canbi was about to say something, but Sheyan's voice came from the ship's hold.

"Well, I'd like to see who wants to slander me."

Soon after, Sheyan marched out of the ship's hold before first surveying the area.

So he questioned Stillwell.

"Who are you?"

TL: Additional information to avoid confusion; Note that there are 9 pirate lords in the third film, but this current period predates the first film where the author claims there are 7 pirate lords. I'm guessing he's taking over 7 seas so 7 pirate lords, not sure about the extra pirate in the caribbean story so can't say for sure.

Skrtel's face immediately showed a sneer; "Indeed, that boy is a fake!"

Stillwell also burst out laughing, his laughter bearing the intent of mocking.

"You can't even recognize me, do you dare pretend you're a crew member of the great Flying Dutchman?"

A snort came from Sheyan's nose.

"What are you? How should I recognize you?"

Stillwell made a haughty look on his face before answering.

"You idiot scum, I'm the communication link between the Flying Dutchman and the mainland! Let me inform you that you had better undress and kneel before entering Tortuga Harbor for 3 days and surrender your ship and pirate crew to Lord Skrtel. So I'll spare your scurvy dog's life or..."

Before Stilwell could finish his statement, Sheyan had already delivered a slap in the face. SHOVEL! One swipe was enough to send several teeth flying out of his mouth. Then Sheyan lowered her eyebrows as she half-heartedly asked.

"What else?"

After receiving a slap, Stillwell's cheeks practically puffed out and puffed out. He could only mumble under his breath as his eyes burned with anger. Stillwell reached down to grab a greatsword at his hip. Instead, like a tiger its prey, Canbi immediately smashed his steel mace.

Without fully drawing his greatsword, Stillwell's hapless greatsword was instantly flattened and bent as he coughed up blood and was thrown to the ground. After a long pant, Stillwell struggled to his feet off the deck; his eyes glittered with poisonous resentment.

Then Sheyan turned his attention to Skrtel, maintaining a sophisticated and polite manner, he laughed and said.

"Lord Skrtel?"

Faced with such a scenario, Skrtel remained unperturbed; or perhaps he forced himself to avoid "stage fright". At this point, he still maintained his amiable demeanor and politely offered a soft smile.

"Yes, what is your opinion on that?"

Sheyan replied indifferently.

"I recently arrived in Tortuga and have absolutely no doubts about anyone. Except that your men approached with the intention of buying my ship with a dozen pounds of gold. Also, I look forward to Mr. Stillwell calls the Flying Dutchman crew to take care of me. I wouldn't go anywhere before he calls her.

Skrtel was stunned as he looked deep into Sheyan's eyes. He began to sense a deep secret in her eyes. Though he could still muster his men to surround Sheyan and move in, a thought crossed Skrtel's mind unconsciously.

"What if he really is part of the Flying Dutchman crew..."

So his reaction to Sheyan's words was nothing but astonishment before silently saying goodbye. Stillwell also fled like the wind, 5-6 meters away before turning.

He then gave Sheyan a venomous glare as if trying to rip her soul apart before pointing at Sheyan and gritting his teeth in proclamation.

"You're going to die for sure!! In this world nobody can save you!

"I'll wait." Sheyan grinned indifferently.

Not long after, a one-masted ship docked in Tortuga Harbor. This one-masted ship looked like it had traveled the seas for a century. Its entire structure was covered in ash gray and looked rather run-down. His candle was infested with cobwebs and looked ready to crumble to dust. Dense, opaque white fog seeped from the ship's periphery. The ship seemed to float on the sea surface, unaffected by the waves.

Even more frightening was an immense shadow trailing behind the ship's stern, as if some monumental creature lurked beneath the surface of the sea... Such unfathomable terror gripped the souls of all present in a flash!

Stillwell stood at the edge of the harbor and pointed to Sheyan's Hill Maiden.

Beside him stood two fully masked figures in black robes.

Also, this ship began to tilt towards the Hill Maiden. Strangely, when the sides of both ships were entwined, there was not a single collision. Instead, the Hill Maiden crew immediately felt a weird chill!

Stillwell struggled to climb onto the hull. Instead, the two black-clad people didn't make a single move, clambering straight onto the deck. For some unknown reason, these two individuals were chasing large trails of water stains everywhere they went. Obviously they were definitely the real crew of the Flying Dutchman, it would be impossible to refute them!

At that moment even Canbi shivered at such a situation; his whole body trembled slightly. Such a feeling had nothing to do with one's skill, it was an awe that came from one's spirit!

Watching this scene, Stillwell covered his swollen face while screaming.

"It's a ship with an imposter in the crew of the Flying Dutchman, someone daring to ruin the big name of Davy Jones!"

A black robed individual walked forward, his voice seeming to echo on the air.

"Who is the imposter?"

At that moment, Sheyan stepped out of his captain's cabin, raising his chin without the slightest fear.

"No one is a cheater! Who are you, lift your hood!”

This person dressed in black lifted his head but was immediately stunned.

"It really is you! Sailor Yan, oh no, our third mate!”

Sheyan Riu de Surpresa.

"So it really is Crow*!"

(TL:*Crow is one of the Flying Dutchman crew that Sheyan was friends with in the first world)

At the moment, the non-drunk members of the Hill Maiden crew walked one by one. Noticing Crow's presence, they immediately let out icy breaths.

In fact, the present raven's face was dotted with patches of fish scales, and even its features were clearly altered with features of marine fish. In addition, most of his body retained its human likeness. However, this only enhanced her quirk, portraying him with unprecedented heightened malevolence!

Crow immediately turned and pinched Stillwell's throat.

"Scallywag, do you know what you did?"

Stillwell's mouth was wide open as his eyes rolled back as he gasped for air. How could he offer a single word? Instead, it was the other black-clad freak next to Crow that they hoarsely commanded.

"Crow, let him go! This person looks like Sailor Yan, but he might not be our third mate! Why did he suddenly disappear this year. Perhaps it's hard to say that he hasn't been linked to those mysterious men who unleashed our curse. Maybe that year he was a mouse.

This brat obviously had a higher status compared to Crow. The pirate hierarchy was quite strict and Crow could only obey sincerely. After hearing his words, Sheyan cut him off with a mocking smile.

"I remember your voice. Are you that silly little dog following Old Bill* looks like you're Stafford? Ah, is Old Bill really afraid I'll steal his rank of second mate, so he's trying to fabricate lies to frame me?

(TL: *Old Bill is the Second Officer (Deputy Officer) of the Flying Dutchman. Also, Stafford (斯塔福) is actually a breed of dog.)

yelled Stafford angrily. Instead, his voice suddenly sounded like a whale howling. Then he lunged at Sheyan and screamed.

"Don't dishonor Mr. Bill's name!"

Instead, his attack seemed frozen in mid-air. For suddenly a terrible musket appeared and pressed heavily against his head. It was actually "ambition".

Stafford wasn't afraid of musket damage, he even wanted to use that closeness to strangle that 'East Yan Sailor'! Nevertheless, an aura thread was attached to this musket, which made the depths of his soul tremble.

Sheyan sneered at "ambition."

"Looks like you recognize that musket! I still thought you wouldn't even put the captain in your eyes. If I were a traitor, wouldn't the captain have taken back the gun he gave me?

Stafford cocked his head, gritted his teeth, and howled.

"Let him fool you!!!"

Sheyan answered politely.

'What you're implying is that the fool Old Bill is more powerful than the captain. Even though you can both decipher that I'm a treacherous rat, did the captain still give me that? You must swear in your heart, the old scum captain must have been blind!

"Yes!!! Arrrrghhh, no, you spit a load of shit! Stafford's brain must have been corroded by the seawater and fell carelessly into Sheyan's words. He couldn't help but howl miserably," said is a load of shit. "

Sheyan laughs back.

"I'm throwing up rubbish, everyone here heard your words. Am I talking nonsense or are you; I'm sure everyone can recognize. Am I right crow?

Crow was already frustrated with Stafford and immediately let out a boisterous laugh before answering.

"Yes, I testify."

Stafford roared with fury.

"You bunch of conspirators are slandering me, I'll finish you off!"

Sheyan burst out laughing and answered.

“I am the third helmsman on the Flying Dutchman. A silly little pirate leader like you dares to break the code of our great Captain Davy Jones? Do you dare to touch me?

Stafford fumed.

"Why shouldn't I dare?"

Sheyan suspirou.

"Indeed, a petty rebel pirate like you dares to break the captain's code."

"A bunch of farts!!" Stafford was not the only one who believed in words. In fact, most pirates were used to using their weapons and body language to communicate with others.

Sheyan immediately pointed at him and called out with a surprised look on his face.

"You really dare say our captain's code is a bunch of farts?"

Stafford was apparently on the verge of losing his mind when he felt dizzy and let out a series of angry screams.

"A lot of farts, you fart scum, full of farts..."

Indeed. Stafford berated Sheyan for spewing garbage like farts, but his phrasing made it sound like he was cursing Davy Jones…. As the series of 'farts' were uttered from his mouth by the Hill Maiden side, a violent seething suddenly stirred in the seawater. After that, a huge tentacle with deathly white skin came out of the water and waved with incredible speed!

Stafford didn't even have time to make a high-pitched sound and was hit instantly within the next second; Acceleration like a hole in a golf ball. He drew a graceful arc along the horizon as he disappeared far from everyone's view. Not even the final splashing of Stafford could be heard…….

As Sheyan watched the huge, terrifying tentacle, her face showed a joyful expression.

"Oh, is that you? Beloved Paul. I was often reminded of your brilliant gambling at roulette.”

However, after Sheyan finished his greeting, the gigantic tentacle began to twitch around the Hill Maiden without courtesy. The creaks and squeaks of wood began to emanate from this Kilton Hill Maiden displacement that could carry over a hundred members. The Hill Maiden clearly could not withstand such pressure, and if that terribly powerful tentacle were to wield a touch of extra power, one could predict the complete obliteration of this ship.

At the same time, wild howls sounded from the Hill Maiden, while at the same time the pirates, watching such a scene on the pier, gasped with excitement! Also, it wasn't every day that they got to witness Davy Jones' Kraken.

Moreover, it has already been described that the scenery of this colossus rocking and sinking ships was indeed a spectacular sight; one that human strength could never withstand. Therefore, the spectator pirates feasted their eyes without being frightened.

However, they were quickly disappointed by the next sequence of events.

When Kraken Paul wrapped his tentacles around the Hill Maiden, she no longer exerted any power. Instead, it lifted this third-rate ship effortlessly as it swam toward the shallow bay. Eventually his huge head appeared in the bay….

It turns out that Paul didn't try to sink the ship. It had simply lost the ability to change size. In addition, the water at the head of the pier was very deep, and getting out of the water was not convenient. So he towed the ship to the shallows before greeting his acquaintance with ease.

Sheyan then produced "Ambition" and placed it on a suction cup of Paul's coiled tentacle.

"My beloved comrade, look. I not only protected this old companion from harm, I also protected him well.

Paul withdrew his tentacle along with the musket. Probably because of the current fixed volume, I haven't played with Davy Jones' treasures for a long time. After a brief moment, it began repeatedly tapping and rubbing two of its tentacles excitedly, causing a chaotic stirring of the sand and water in the shallows. In addition, their turmoil created a gorge 10 meters deep and 4 to 5 meters wide.

Sheyan was quite confused by Paul's excitement. Instead, a pathetic whore's voice came from the side.

"Hey, that big boy is so itchy because he's got too many parasites stuck to his tentacles."

Sheyan looked back; if not Jinkuang, then who?

Recently, without knowing why, this servant started sleeping and napping 20 hours a day. Even if he were awake, he would yawn. Sheyan tried to investigate but couldn't find another stranger, so he ignored Jinkuang. He never expected Jinkuang to suddenly appear at this point.

"Do you know why he's frustrated?"

Sheyan asked curiously.

Jinkuang scratched his head as scales spread before answering.

"Naturally. I think this is due to the recent increase in sleep. Not only have I become more attractive and confident, but my skills seem to have improved quite a bit.”

Sheyan wasn't afraid of Paul. No matter how bestial he turned or how monstrous his power became, everything would be fine as long as his soul stayed the same. An animal would not possess a man's cunning; if he was angry, he would be angry. If happy, then it would be bubbly. So Sheyan jumped right out of his boat while splashing loudly in the shallows before calling Paul.

"Hey buddy, are your tentacles pissed off?"

Paul responded to Sheyan in the most realistic way possible. With 'shining tears', it bluntly extended one of its huge tentacles toward Sheyan's front.

Upon careful examination, Sheyan noticed that several parasitic organisms had taken up residence on its surface; Turtle shells, oysters, barnacles, seaweed and so on. Even her young were infested with algae and oozing sores, probably due to their half-spiritual, half-physical stature. comparison of its tentacles with man's feet; it was pretty much a badly smashed athlete's foot, plus 5-6 ulcerated chilblains with oozing pus and another 7-8 big corns...

Without saying more, Sheyan ordered his pirate minion to hand out a greatsword. Despite this, he remained fairly concerned and secure.

"Detaching your boys from you isn't a problem, but it might hurt."

As before, Paul persistently pointed his tentacle at Sheyan's face, even wrapping it around Sheyan's periphery; to express its urgent determination ...

Sheyan shrugged and patiently began carving these growths like organisms with the broadsword; Give this octopus a pedicure.

Then the contented octopus lay down on the shallows while stretching its tentacles leisurely towards the sea and the shallows. Such a scene was relatively similar to someone lying on a massage chair while being cared for by a young attendant.

Sweating underneath his head, Sheyan looked up to see the bulk of his pirate crew watching, pretending it wasn't their business. Immediately, his anger rose as he yelled.

"You all had better get off the ship and help!! Otherwise, your annual loot will be halved!

After the captain gave the order, all the crew could do was stare at each other with trembling hearts. After all, this kraken was famous for killing and devouring without blinking.

However, they still jumped into the shallows like dumplings. Someone even asked Sheyan sheepishly.

“Captain, this Leviathan…yes, wrong, it's Mister Paul. Would he spin us around and pop us like dessert?

The gloomy Sheyan immediately kicked his buttocks and cursed.

"Do I look like dessert? By your logic, if I jump first, I would have the honor of being the first dessert, right?

This pirate only managed to massage his buttocks and went to work with a haggard and tear-streaked face.

The more manpower, the greater the strength. Paul simply stretched out his eight tentacles while humming leisurely. According to his latest statistics, these growing organisms of oysters, clams, seaweed, etc. weighed over a hundred pounds in all. It was said that restaurants and taverns then launched promotions for special seafood buffets. While diners at these buffets would describe the taste as exceptional. In addition, the raw materials for food were all obtained from the meat of the Paulo octopus.

With the help of his pirate crew, Sheyan took a long breath when he finally regained his freedom from this grueling pedicure job. So he went back to his old way of directing and instructing before pulling Jinkuang aside and asking.

"Do you have a method for asking about Paul's appetite? In any case, this grandpa has already landed, we have to ensure full complementation. Let it get full, which would also keep my subordinates from worrying.

Jinkuang smiled mischievously.

"Is there anything I, Excellency Jinkuang, cannot do?"

After speaking, he jumped into any sampan and asked a pirate to escort him to Paul's massive head. Then he started gesturing wildly like a Chinese magician, or maybe you could just describe it as jumping up and down with violent convulsions. Eventually he returned to Sheyan.

"Rum and a cow will do."

"Oh, that's easy." Sheyan immediately assigned someone to prepare. Instead, Jinkuang again continuously.

“Wait, salt the rum; one catty for each cask. After the cow is slaughtered, her blood must be drained before she is fully cooked.”

Sheyan was stunned.

"Are you sure you can eat like this?"

Jinkuang ignored him as he rolled his eyes and flashed his middle finger before yawning and walking back to continue his nap. At that moment, Sheyan felt that his captain's dignity had been violated, but he could only resign himself to such humiliation. Then he turned to the group of pirates nearby, seething with anger.

"Didn't you hear right? Hurry up and make it work!

When the truth came out, Jinkuang actually possessed the ability to communicate with animals. Paul feasted heavily on the food Sheyan had prepared and brought to him. Although its tentacles were huge, it was exceptionally agile. He wrapped himself in half a cow and skillfully put it in his mouth; identical to how people stuff french fries into their mouths.

Such an event caused the worried pirates engaged in pedicures to breathe a sigh of relief. as Mr. Paul had eaten completely, so of course attention would be diverted from them. A beast with a full stomach would be no threat.

However, reality proved a fact - Paul's appetite was huge and was amplified many times over by regular squid. Of course, a single meal would last the common octopus three days. Instead, the amount he ate could possibly last a week for Paul.

It can be further inferred that Sheyan paid an immense price to allow this beloved Paul to eat and drink fully; possibly buy every cow in all of Tortuga and maybe a third of all the rum. Unless your wallet suffered serious damage, your vitality would inevitably decrease.

Under the pirates' meticulous work, when Paul finished his meal, the pesky excremental organisms clinging to his eight tentacles were all eventually scraped off.

After that, this drunken colossus gently retreated into the sea. Before leaving, he played with "Ambition" for a while before raising his tentacle to wave goodbye.

Overall, it seemed that this simple creature did not help Sheyan at all, but only visited her for personal pleasure. Nonetheless, he had accomplished a feat that most people would never be able to accomplish after working their entire lives.

Remarkably, throughout the process of serving Paul, Sheyan was unconcerned about Skrtel and the others. Oddly enough, despite the cold shoulder, Skrtel chose to stay, watching sullenly from the side; When Paul left, he had changed his position.

After Paul left, Sheyan ordered the release of his captives and allowed the brothers to be released with bare buttocks, eggs and birds. He even gave them a polite smile and apologized.

The three angry prisoners wanted so badly to erase the 18 generations of Sheyan's bloodline, but at that moment they didn't dare to speak; They bury their downcast faces while holding their dangling balls underneath and walk away.

When Skrtel returned unattended, Sheyan quickly made amends by proactively releasing the captives; what counted as offering a face to him. Also, Sheyan got the impression that "Zhao Yun rushes into the ranks of Cao Cao's army seven times*". Despite this, Skrtel's face retained its incomparably ugly state. Tortuga veterans had only seen Skrtel's friendly state and such an angry expression before.

(TN: *This is a famous scene in Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Where Zhao Yun is like a fierce and matchless general who is unbridled in the army of Cao Cao (the ruler of one of the Three Kingdoms).)

It was actually quite simple why Skrtel had that expression. He knew that while Sheyan displayed a suppressed modesty, he couldn't regain lost face. If he tried to convince Sheyan, merchant ships from that port could be shipwrecked in the future; maybe they didn't even have a chance to reach that port!

Compared to the suffering of having one's existence destroyed, losing a face wouldn't mean much.

Also, since Sheyan had the privilege of waiting on this colossus, he would surely have the ability to make it cause problems for other ships. Speaking of Octopus Paul's simple logic, sinking multiple ships would be as easy as breaking shells.

Skrtel understood his own influence. Of course, knowing he definitely couldn't handle Kraken Paul, all he could do was resist that belly of flames.

Both Redbeard and Hoth understood this point similarly. Although they had been hanged, they clearly experienced the power of Octopus Paul's tentacles; to realize that not only fifth-rate ships, even the tallest seventh-rate ships can easily be dragged into the depths of the sea.

Even though they had both suffered so much shame, even though they knew themselves, they left without saying a single angry word.

After that, Sheyan had a brief chat with his old companion, Crow. He then discovered that the Fly Dutchman's ghostly curse had originally been dispelled, but had been replaced with a stronger curse.

It turns out that after the spooky curse was inflicted on him, Davy Jones has traveled far and wide in search of a method to remove the curse. However, he accidentally met the sea goddess Calypso and fell in love with her. It was Calypso who quelled the ghostly curse running through her veins.

Out of love, Davy Jones agrees to lead the crew of the Flying Dutchman in the sacred task of collecting all the poor souls that have died at sea and transporting them to the worlds beyond. The price for this was stepping on the ground once every ten years. For love, Davy Jones offered his own soul.

But a decade later, when Davy Jones landed after his ten-year service, Calypso was nowhere to be found. Distraught that his lover had betrayed him and blamed him for his actions, Davy Jones carved his own heart and locked it in a dead man's chest before burying it on Isla Cruces. Thereafter, Davy Jones abandoned his duty of gathering lost souls, where he suffered the terrible curse of losing his human qualities and freedom. Even the crew of the Flying Dutchman suffered the same situation as him and became like a fishman.

When Crow asked Sheyan, Sheyan responded with a mouth full of smoke; He mentioned that after discovering this group's treacherous conspiracy that year, he was mistakenly captured.

Crow expressed his understanding as he felt that Sheyan's skills were only mediocre... After this, the culprits conspiring against the captain opened a magic transporter on deck and captured him as he escaped.

In the end, he managed to find an opportunity to escape from them before returning to his mysterious east. After receiving a mystical spell treatment there, he managed to quell the spooky curse...

Sheyan then clearly revealed his goals, stating that after suppressing this curse for a decade, he could no longer sustain it; This requires finding a stronger curse to fight poison with poison. Then he would think of a solution to return east to heal.

Consequently, Sheyan revealed that his goal was to find Aztec gold on the Black Pearl... and began begging if the captain could help him.

Believing Sheyan's words to be true, Crow immediately agreed to take his message.

Eventually, after some time, Crow sent a fish that delivered a letter to Sheyan. There were several messages in the letter.

Explicit messages coming personally from Davy Jones himself.

The first news: Seaman Yan was third mate on the Flying Dutchman, he still is and always will be.

The second message - Flying Dutchman and Paul's crew are very busy, they will not provide direct offensive support to Sheyan

The Third Message - All the news he heard is known only to the crew of the Flying Dutchman.

To put it bluntly, Sheyan will likely continue to appear primarily under the Flying Dutchman name. However, when he encounters a tough nut that won't budge, like the Black Pearl, the Flying Dutchman doesn't step forward to help him.

This result has already been calculated by Sheyan. Furthermore, the Empire would definitely not allow Sheyan to mobilize such a deadly weapon as the Flying Dutchman's crew for a mission. To be able to carry that glory was a pleasant surprise.

Additionally, when Sheyan first began to flesh out his plans, he didn't take Davy Jones' strengths into account from the start.

By this time, Sheyan's other ships had finally arrived in port. Sheyan then turned all punitive matters over to Ol'Seadog and Philips, who followed them according to their previously worked out regulations.

Both Ol'Seadog and Philips possessed incredible talent for leadership and engagement. Meanwhile, having greatly increased Blacksail's speed through the combination of his agility and strange alchemical methods, he was now able to match Canbi's unprecedented monstrous strength.

With the two on deck, the results of the naval battles would certainly be surprising. Thus they became two important figures in Sheyan's reflections on naval battles.

At that moment, Sheyan realized something else. Probably because he had settled the matter with Skrtel earlier, he completely neglected a nightmare brand notification.

[His weapon 'Ambition' received the blessing of Kraken Paul]

Sheyan immediately pulled out "ambition" and did a thorough investigation before realizing that additional features had been built into this musket.

[Ambition +1]

(See Chapter 64 of Volume 3 for more attributes)

[Additional Enchantment Effect: Paul's Blessing (Passive) – Blessing bestowed by Kraken Paul, whenever 'Ambition' successfully damages enemies, they will infect enemies with ink. Accuracy reduced by 80% for 10 seconds and the effect cannot be dispelled]

[Also, Paul left a distinct aura on this weapon. An aura that can intimidate other sea creatures and cause them to flee in panic]

[Note: Paul's intimidating aura works best in this world. As for other worlds, its effect would be pretty limited as other legendary creatures from other worlds don't know what a 'Paul' is]

Since Sheyan had already publicly confirmed his status, his earlier fears were also swept away. If you wanted to grapple with him, you would have to consider both Davy Jones and Kraken Paul. Otherwise, they would have to ask themselves how long their ships could withstand the grip of Paul's tentacles!

After turning the loot over to the remaining pirates, Sheyan boldly released them ashore for fun.

The pirates had long been bored on board. And why did they fight? Wasn't it looting boots to satisfy your amusement?

They immediately burst into maniacal laughter as they gathered in groups of 4-5 and broke up again. After organizing several sentinels, Sheyan left with Reef and Brother Black. They also brought Ol'Seadog with them as Ol'Seadog was well traveled and very experienced. For now, they didn't have to borrow Canbi's power anymore. So Ol'Seadog was probably the best candidate.

Sheyan's first consideration was to sell his ships. Currently, his other three ships have arrived in port; three 3-masted warships of the British Royal Navy. Among them, Sheyan intended to reserve one as a supply for logistical purposes.

During naval approach attacks, there were often casualties. This ship would be refurbished to increase its carrying capacity, with the primary purpose of delivering supplies and transporting corpses or wounded.

As for the Hill Maiden, it's been completely subdued in terms of the board's long-distance capabilities, but with a priority on speed and payload. Your goal was to be as fast as possible and destroy enemy ships to attack them.

Therefore, Sheyan was only able to sell two ships; However, there were a handful of cannons.

Led by Ol'Seadog, the trio reached one of Tortuga's trading docks. Sheyan was about to enter, but instead Ol'Seadog pulled him back and whispered.

"Don't sponsor this dealer, we're passing through. This merchant is a ruthless shark who was fooled by them as I have been before.

Sheyan imediatamente riu.

"My favorites are the ruthless sharks!"

When he called out, he entered. A boiling cauldron of noise could be heard from inside.

The owner of this pier was an old man who looked wrinkled and dried by the sea breeze, but his pair of eyes remained bright.

It seemed that this old man's business was quite remarkable. When the trio walked in, the owner was speaking to a group of people and didn't have time to speak to them. Instead, an assistant in a black bandana approached the trio.

"Hello friends. Our boss had just returned from firing his teammates. So he doesn't have time to serve you. We bought single-masted boats for 20 guineas, if you think that's not enough, don't talk further.

After hearing his words, Sheyan immediately understood who these people who surrounded the old man were! They were bound to be competitors like him!

By the time these individuals would have reached Tortuga in one-masted boats by now. They should also be able to sell their single-masted boats and convert them into their first cash.

Noticing that foreigners were approaching and unloading property in large quantities, these unscrupulous traders naturally and blatantly lowered prices.

Apparently, merchants existed for profit; However, these unscrupulous free riders were actually very clever.

A single-masted sailboat may not be remarkable, but it can easily be converted into a fishing boat. Additionally, building a new fishing boat would likely cost several hundred guineas, according to Ol'Seadog. Furthermore, even if acquired with the stolen ones, it would still be worth a fair value of 200 guineas.

Shamelessly issuing a 20 guinea takeover certificate... these unscrupulous dealers really were as absurd as the Chinese melamine powdered milk fiasco. They really have reached the pinnacle of their species.

Hearing the wizard's words, Ol'Seadog ignited a nameless fire within him as he hit the counter hard.

"Who of you testified that we sell boats from a mast?"

Ol'Seadog was full of confidence as he rebuked in an imposing manner. The assistant didn't dare to be careless and hastily inquired.

"So what do our customers need?"

Ol'Seadog scolded loudly.

"Go ask your boss. Two third-rate ships of the British Royal Navy, together with me 23 Krupp 1-pounder or 3-pounder guns. How much are you willing to bid?

The assistant's eyes widened as he listened, then he lunged at the former assistant and screamed.

"Deke, you funny fool! It doesn't matter if you keep those puny dealers waiting. Once this deal closes, I'll give you half the share!

Sheyan and Reef were delighted; So the black headband is actually the boss while the old man is the assistant….

Ordered by his boss, old Deke immediately uttered declarations of absolution as he squeezed through the crowd. He then flattered the trio and invited them to a seat.

Meanwhile, these participants began swearing one by one. At present there were about 10 or more of them, and three groups could be distinguished among them. They resented having to wait in line earlier and never expected a sudden roadblock when it was their turn. Of course, they would obviously be excited.

Instead, Sheyan ignored her as he continued to talk to Mogensha and Reef, treating them like empty air.

Nevertheless, the competitors could not mobilize against them, because Tortuga was for them an analogy to Hell's Gate from the Avatar world; both are "safe" zones. So all they could do was grit their teeth and leave.

Sheyan then dispatched Jinkuang and led him to an intense beating with old Deke.

As the saying goes; Once Jinkuang advances, he thrives against everyone. Jinkuang shamelessly placed a stool next to Old Deke before jumping on it and lovingly massaging Old Deke's shoulders.

"My dear friend. The quality of our ships is first class, well maintained and beautiful. Your assessment is simply unjustified. Twenty-one 3-pounder guns are already 300 guineas apiece, and that is already 9,000 guineas..."

After Jinkuang bombarded him with excessive information, he fished out an abacus and noisily began to calculate. Finally he reported a number.

"How about this, the original sum should be 4,135 guineas and 17 shillings. But we will accept it at a reduced price of 4,500 guineas.”

Old Deke could sense something was suspicious, but stunned by all the information, he was able to successfully deal with Jinkuang.

Not long after he took the money and left, Old Shark's bitter cries echoed off the docks!

"Heaven! Even a brand new 3-masted galley ship is only worth 2,500 guineas!”

Hearing such a sad and high-pitched scream, Sheyan and Reef looked at each other, smiled and disappeared into the crowd. A few seconds later, old Deke ran away while screaming in desperation.

"What's wrong with me today, how can I just hand over money in my mess? Those damn crooks. You better pray you don't get caught by me!

Then Ol'Seadog took the trio to another dock; one with a fairer rating and fairer service. Sheyan then urged the dock owner to abandon the ship's gunnery capabilities in order to seek speed. asked if he could increase Hill Maiden's current speed by one notch and that the price was negotiable.

The owner of this dock was Lohan, a 40-year-old bearded man with a heavy accent and lots of charisma. After understanding Sheyan's questions, he personally examined Hill Maiden before ensuring that a general change could be made at a 20% increased rate at the same time the next day. Of course, it demanded an exorbitant fee of 5,000 gold guineas.

For another mediocre competitor, 5,000 gold guineas was just a terribly amazing pit. Even two of Sheyan's third-rate warships couldn't be sold for 5,000 guineas. However, for the current Sheyan, this down payment was tantamount to a change.

With the lavish harvest of 160,000 gold guineans he obtained by selling the fruits of the giant Sargasso, he kept a surplus of more than 100,000 gold guineans; This was after accounting for various expenses including boots for his pirate crew and the meal he had previously provided to Paul.

Therefore, at Lohan's request, Sheyan bluntly accepted. After paying his fee, he nonchalantly asked Lohan.

"I'm just wondering if there could be a way to build a ship faster than the Black Pearl?"

Lohan was a little surprised as she shook her head.

"That would be impossible."

Sheyan was intrigued.

"So why?"

Aware that Sheyan was a customer who wasted his money like garbage, Lohal thought before he laughed. After serving his customers a cup of coffee, he asked them to be seated before the start.

“Speaking of that story, it's really long. There are many legends and rumors surrounding the Black Pearl. However, its most compelling feature, not just in name but in reality, is its undisputed position as the fastest in the Caribbean Sea; the symbol of freedom! Anyone wondering how the Black Pearl became the fastest ship in the Caribbean? Definitely not! In fact, every new ship builder would have ambitions to build a ship faster than the Black Pearl!”

“Once when I was being apprenticed to the Royal Craftsman, Master Jason Richie, I was discussing the subject with a friend. He told me it was said that when the Black Pearl first sailed, she was just an ordinary five-masted merchant ship. If it had any unique subject then surely it must have been its extraordinarily magnificent keel*!”

(TN:*The keel is the basic structure of a ship)

"Keel?" asked the confused reef. He really didn't understand the terminologies of this maritime subject.

Probably because Lohan wanted to earn more from these bankers, he patiently elaborated.

“During shipbuilding, the keel is the longitudinal structure along the base that supports the structure from bow to stern of the ship; where structural ribs branching along the keel would strengthen the entire hull of the ship. It resembles the creatures' spine and has ribs on either side that bulge out of the spine. The keel is the heart of the ship's backbone. Only with him can a ship have a foothold.”

Noticing that her clients roughly understood her, Lohan's tone became increasingly serious.

“When the Black Pearl was first launched, her basic functionality was as an armed merchant ship. You should know that an armed merchant ship refers to a hybrid between a merchant ship and a warship; allows a merchant ship to defend itself against naval fleets or pirate ships.

"My guess was that the Black Pearl's former captain was someone with astute vision and flourishing ambitions. Whenever they plundered ships, they not only looted riches, but also looked for valuable and rare ship components; before installing them on the Black Pearl. That way, it didn't matter that they couldn't tow their captured ships."

As they listened to Lohan, Brother Black and Reef looked at Sheyan at the same time; of course, he remembered his actions of confiscating other ships' valuable components. Sheyan himself had the same idea. Lohan then continued.

“What we were able to confirm at the time was that the Black Pearl's captain was definitely biased in his worship of speed! Thus, on the long voyage of the Black Pearl, they plundered countless different ships; to incorporate several precious compartments into his ship, with these compartments invariably tilted to increase speed. Thus, over the many years of plunder, the ship gradually became quality. Eventually, he was hailed as the swiftness emperor of the Caribbean Sea. The symbol of freedom, the Black Pearl!”

Brother Black intervened abruptly.

“That doesn't seem too difficult to achieve. Following that logic, as long as you have wealth, would purchasing such speed-enhancing components not be enough to defeat the Black Pearl?”

Upon hearing this, Lohan immediately burst out laughing.

"That's why I started this story by making the ship's keel! A ship is the manifestation of over a thousand different and precise components! Accumulating valuable components is definitely not that easy.”

"Believe me, my friends. Some of the ship's precious and ingenious components even had their own spirits! Can you imagine a choir with only one member? Even if you like sweet flavors, do you want cane juice poured into your steak?

“The reason the Black Pearl is considered the peerless Emperor of Speed ​​is because she has possessed an insurmountable, supreme keel since her first voyage!!! Only such a mystical keel, an indomitable spine supporting the entire ship, can stem the shock and undo the devouring of these precious components. Much like a naval commander-in-chief gathering his perfect components generals, he eventually created the marvel as the Speed ​​​​​​Emperor of the Caribbean Sea! Without its keel, the angry components infused into the Black Pearl would have rebelled in contention.”

After speaking in her thick accent for so long, Lohan was pretty thirsty. He picked up his coffee mug and sniffed the rich aroma before taking several delicious sips.

"Let me be honest, I can only guarantee a 20% increase in your ship's speed because it has several valuable components. However, these components cannot display all of their attributes due to their incompatible arrangement and installation methods. Without these few valuable components of the ship, even increasing its speed by 10% would be difficult.”

Hearing this point, Sheyan nodded and placed 10 gold guineas on the table.

"Really captivating, Mr. Lohan. So your story. Your eloquence and coffee are worth being so valuable. Also, I will no longer delay your time to allow for quick changes to my ship.”

Lohan then sent her.

"I will send my men to begin work on your ship. By this time tomorrow, sir, you will see a warship hovering over the ocean.

"I'll wait." Sheyan smiled humbly.

The group of four continued to wander through this bizarrely shaped but thriving port of Tortuga. Arriving at a store with the familiar name "Chicken and Dog," Sheyan was amazed to see this wily freeloader Mole Waller, comfortably relaxed in a chair; glancing at passers-by. After the collapse of the port of Turtuga, this "chicken and dog" shop managed to rebuild here.

(TN:*This was the shop Sheyan found in Volume 3 in Turtuga Harbor)

Jinkuang has long heard the story that Sheyan was bullied by this old man. So he planned an attack and wanted to settle it for Sheyan. Instead, Sheyan stopped him and said it wasn't time yet. On the contrary, Brother Black and Reef went up personally to witness the misery of this old man. In the end it was the unfortunate Reef who got involved.

Mole Waller immediately dragged Reef as he entered the store. While tears and phlegm flowed, the wretched old man berated Reef for his carelessness; accusing him of destroying his only companions over the years - the pet ants he kept. Seeing the old man choked with old tears, Reef, with his gentlemanly elegance, could only wordlessly buy a "gem" from that chicken and dog shop as a form of compensation; a toothpick described as being made from a sacred white tiger's beard. Only later did Reef manage to escape their clutches.

The distant Jinkuang hissed furiously at wanting to rob him of his family's fortune as he watched things unfold. Instead, Sheyan pulled him back, suggesting that they should accumulate the debt first before slowly calling it in as they hit an all-time high....

Here in Tortuga the biggest attraction would be the slaughterhouse. The slaughterhouse had nothing to do with butchers, fat meat, or fat, hulking butchers. Rather, it was just an average auction market.

Having made much booty, many pirates wanted to sell these treasures quickly; Here, too, they often got cheap bargains. However, Sheyan and his friends arrived at an awkward time, and all that was left of the auction market was sporadic loose junk. After doing some research, they discovered that an "official" auction would be held every ten days; during the breaks only loose rubbish remained. The previous auction had just ended and they had to wait another 7-8 days.

After wandering through this junk market, Sheyan hasn't acquired much. He ended up spending 3,000 guineas to buy the blue hybrid wood board, which could increase ship hull durability by 25%. Besides, nothing else was attractive.

Remarkably, Reef reaped an unexpected windfall. He managed to find a saber scabbard, yes, a scabbard that could somehow contain his lightsaber.

The material composition of this scabbard was peculiar; slightly rock identical. Strange patterns were engraved on it, and it was considered an item rather than equipment. Its viability was extremely simple - after storing a weapon in it for 120 minutes, the weapon's explosive attack rate would increase by 3% after taking it out; for a period of 60 minutes.

After wandering around Tortuga Harbor for a while, Sheyan noticed the time and spoke.

"It's time."

Reef asked confused.

"What's the time?"

Sheyan laughed and answered.

"It's time these candidates hit a wall."

Reef was even more intrigued and asked.

"Can't you speak more clearly?"

Sheyan nodded as he answered.

"All right, then it's time to lay out my plans. At the same time, you can refer to it to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. First, let's talk about our mission, which is to obtain an Aztec gold coin that will curse the crew of the Black Pearl."

Reef and Mogensha nodded. Sheyan then continued.

“We were recently lucky enough to get the coordinates of Isla de Muerta – where Barbossa's treasures rest. That is, if we want to acquire Aztec gold, we can shamelessly steal it; hence the difficulty of getting one is almost nil.”

"Instead, we now face the problem - as soon as we touch Aztec Gold, Barbossa would sense it immediately and pursue us in a frenzy. Unfortunately we need to hold Aztec Gold for more than three days!”

reef then added.

"From the perspective of the original story, Barbossa and his team are currently an undead existence that cannot be killed. Therefore, it is impossible to challenge them in the resistance. These savage killers would not feel an ounce of pain or fear. If we fold our hands with them, we will definitely be the ones who will perish.”

Shena nodded and explained.

"That's why the Reich has given us a whole month to prepare! Think carefully, what should we prepare?

Mogensha revealed a thoughtful thought as she murmured.

"Since our rival is an immortal being, our only option is to run and hide. In fact, the mission that tells us to get an Aztec gold for three days also answers this point. Despite this, our opponent is a ship with the highest speed in the Caribbean! Trying to run away with Aztec Gold is just not realistic!”

Sheyan nodded and continued.

"So that's the problem I kept thinking about after getting this quest. Undoubtedly, our rival has two advantages over us. First, it's immortal. Second, its speed is unrivaled in the Caribbean. Being undead is a superiority we cannot contest. Rather the superiority of speed, there are certain reasonable methods of counteracting that.”

Reef mumbled.

"Are you suggesting... going to the beach?"

Sheyan clapped his hands and answered.

"That's right! landing indeed. The Black Pearl is not a flying ship. Once we reach the mainland, it would be tantamount to eliminating the greatest superiority Barbossa and his crew possess! But here's the problem. Barbossa can clearly sense the location of the stolen Aztec gold. Therefore, this pellet-sized Isla de Muerta would not be suitable for us to hide and wait. According to their coordinates and map references, the shortest distance between this treasure island and a continent is 1,300 nautical miles..."

That said, a twinkle suddenly flashed in Sheyan's eyes.

“So what we need is a ship; an exceptionally fast ship. This ship must be able to cover 1,300 nautical miles in the shortest possible time and reach the mainland. Also, during this process, you must not allow the Emperor of Speed, the Black Pearl, to reach you! Therefore I tried by all means to get a fast ship. This ship doesn't have to be faster than the Black Pearl, but it should at least ensure that we can successfully come ashore without the Black Pearl catching up to us.”

"Having said Mr. Lohan, do you understand the intentions of the Kingdom to allocate us a full month now? Of course, this is the right time to loot other ships so that we have enough reserves to loot high-quality components. and finally build this exact speedboat!

"A period of a whole month... suffice it to say that the speed of the Black Pearl is definitely much faster than we imagined! As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemies to emerge victorious from every battle. So what we need to understand now is how fast the Black Pearl really is! Of course it would be better if we could understand some of his weaknesses.”

Brother Black's eyes actually lit up.

“The captain of the Pérola Negra, Barbossa, would definitely not accept our interview. However, there is another who understands the Black Pearl better than Barbossa. Your name does not have to be displayed correctly! Indeed, Jack Sparrow, abandoned by his treacherous crew! But... what does that have to do with "running against the wall"?"

Being forewarned means being prepared, as Sheyan chuckled in response.

"I had a brief encounter with Jack in my previous world, an encounter of suspicion. Also, his crew had just started a mutiny against him. Do you think he would trust me and trust me? That's totally impossible. Therefore, a recommending agent is essential. The identity of this individual is very special. First, Jack Sparrow trusted him, and second, we must be able to earn his trust..."

“Coincidentally, there is someone in Tortuga; someone who is currently in trouble, can't afford even the cheapest rum and is desperately living in a pigsty! His name is obviously Joshamee Gibbs! The reason I mentioned the competitors hitting the wall is because these guys definitely wouldn't let such an obvious clue slip away. While there's a chance their reputation is higher than mine, it's absolutely impossible for them to produce anything that Joshamee can move; and that's a ship!! A huge ship that can brave the waves and sail the seven seas!”

That said, Sheyan paused and continued.

“Besides him, if possible, there is someone else we should visit; because the only Black Pearl was sunk, it was made by him. This is the governor of the East India Trading Company, Cutler Beckett. To save the Black Pearl, which had already sunk in the abyss of the sea, Jack made a deal with Davy Jones to serve on the Flying Dutchman for a century!

Exactly by Sheyan's calculations, a dispirited Joshamee Gibbs was surrounded by a group of competitors. Although these contestants didn't have many guineas, they still had enough to offer their guests a drink.

The wily Joshamee Gibbs gulped down his rum vehemently as he returned the contestants with laughter and chatter; apparently he just wanted to enjoy this toast.

In this day and age, news among bartenders travels fast and plentifully. The tales of the Sheyan pirates who killed Gray Pigeon's bartender Dark Widow have long since arrived here. When Ol'Seadog visited this tavern he received exceptionally warm service.

The competitors sent here, meanwhile, were obviously talents of quite remarkable charm. So most of them were still able to converse fluently with Joshamee. However, just like Sheyan's speculation, having a ship that was only minimally third rate and could handle wind and waves was a key criterion in moving Joshamee.

Eventually, the heaven-shaking conversations were just enough to cement her private friendship with him.

Sheyan and his friends chose to sit peacefully in a corner and watch Joshamee's direct smile but suggestive conversations as he addressed the contestants.

As time went by, the contestants' hopes dwindled along with the dwindling gold doubloons, gradually turning to despair; want to rebel against him.

Not long after, Joshamee Gibbs finally finished his last pint of rum. Not entirely satisfied, he tasted her lips before looking around in confusion.

"Yes, where did you go?"

After squandering their wealth, these competitors realized that this wily Joshamee would not succumb. Rather, they could not rebel against him and only scatter.

At that moment, Sheyan glanced at Ol'Seadog. Then Ol'Seadog got up and began to sit next to Joshamee before gesturing to the more expensive Kronerrum and began to drink leisurely.

In the port of Turtuga, Golden Rum was the most expensive; a situation caused by Little Lord Fokke's laissez-faire approach to his port. On the contrary, Tortuga was like an intense war between merchants and taverns. As long as you had the money, you would even get "China's Pure Longjing"! Of course, the popular pirate rum was plentiful, with a plethora of quality options. There were five rums above the Golden Rum class. For a pint like Crown Rum it was fifty guineas a pint; Still, it only ranked third among all Tortuga port rums.

(TN: *Longjing tea is a type of tea in China)

Joshamee's alcohol tolerance has always been excellent. Also, he had drunk at most 2 to 3 cups of cachaça treated by these competitors, which did little to quench his addiction. Witnessing the golden liquid swirling in Ol'Seadog's mug, he couldn't help but drool and asked.

"Ahoy friend, would you like to buy me a jug of rum?"

Ol'Seadog replied with a grin.

"Yes, if you wish to meet me, Captain."

Joshamee hesitated before answering.

"Who can be your captain?"

Ol'Seadog turned his attention away, his eyes filled with adoration.

'The third helmsman on the Flying Dutchman. First Mate of the Kraken Paul, Legendary Captain of the Magnificent Hill Maiden – Seaman Yan the Mysterious East.”

Joshamee was an experienced person. From his point of view, of the few compliments that describe Sheyan, the most significant Kraken would be Paul's companion. So, under the allure of Crown Rum, he sat down next to Sheyan.

Joshamee Gibbs had a full beard down to his chin and a rounded head. For some unknown reason, Sheyan had always thought he looked like a rugged, powerful orangutan. After taking his seat, he toasted Sheyan with his cup.

"Mr. Gibbs, a pleasure. This is our second date.”

Joshamee hesitated before answering.

“Oh yes, over a decade ago you were a fledgling under Ammand. I should tell you that Amman has been looking for you for a decade. Now that news of his reappearance has spread, he will never spare him.

Sheyan Riu.

“Here is my gratitude for your burning memory. Bartender, get Mister Gibbs a pint of Crown Rum here, yes.

Joshamee rubbed his hands and smiled.

"How can I accept so much goodwill?"

But Joshamee's behavior immediately revealed the hypocrisy in his words. This seasoned pirate veteran impatiently took his mug of Crown Rum and drank it down without leaving a single drop; before letting out a satisfied belch.

Sheyan was in no hurry to interrogate, but he asked sincerely.

“I was there the night the port of Turtuga was leveled. Little Lord Fokke got into the Black Pearl, but that's all I know. Mr. Gibbs, you were at the scene, what happened?

At that moment, Sheyan realized that Little Lord Fokke must have known by now that he was the culprit. Even so, there was no way he would reveal his wife's affairs to the public before he was killed. It had nothing to do with his dignity as Lord, but with the general plight of men... Hearing Sheyan's words, Joshamee's face twisted in fear and discomfort as he answered evasively.

"Honestly, I didn't know why Lil'Lord Fokke started a mad rage against us. At noon, Lil'lord Fokke invited the Ol'Cap'n and Jack to pay homage to his late wife. No one knew it was a terribly insidious conspiracy. Luckily our Jack Sparrow decided against it. From now on, don't you ever see me again, Ol'Cap'n, no one knows if he's alive or dead. You could see how loyal he was to Jack; Although he knew about the affair between him and little Fokke's wife, Sally, he still remained secretive at this point.

Sheyan nodded when he asked.

"Did the Black Pearl fall after the old captain was removed?"

Joshamee got excited as he called out.

"Blimey! That's impossible! We still had Mr. Sparrow and our powerful Chief of Staff, Hanz. But I have to admit, Lil'lord Fokke's power is really frightening even for his own troops to flee, otherwise the Black Pearl might have become history."

"Oh?" Undoubtedly, Sheyan's greatest desire right now was to understand Little Lord Fokke's abilities. He immediately snapped his fingers. 'Waiter, bring me another pint for Mr Gibbs; a western rum to wet the throat. Bartender please, you can't pour the stones directly into the drink. Pass the cup, we'll add our own bricks!

Western-Summit Rum was a more expensive, higher quality rum for Crown Rum. A spark lit up in Joshamee's eyes. He no longer dared to swallow the cup in one go, but enjoyed it in a few sips. Then he put on a horrified face as he continued.

“Lil'Lord Fokke really was a demon. The deadliest demon my eyes have ever seen! He could unleash fiendish blasts of icy air and freeze my pirates into ice cubes. Although our blades cut your body, your vitality may not be affected. not even shed a drop of blood. I've even seen him sacrifice his men's souls to replenish their vitality. What was the main reason your troops ended up abandoning Lil'Lord Fokke? Hillho, isn't that the scariest thing!

As he spoke this far, Joshamee could no longer hide the horror in his eyes.

“That night nearly forty of my crew crossed hands with Lil'Lord Fokke where he killed about thirty of them. Still, none of them survived, not a single one! The wounded later died, and even the indomitable team boss Hanz is no exception! Plagued by the same disease, they died a month after the battle! Mighty Hanz might only have a small cut on his arm, but he wouldn't survive this ordeal!"

Sheyan listened in silence until Joshamee gasped for his cup again before asking.

"And how did it happen that he was killed?"

"Dead?" Joshamee smiled bitterly. "No, no, you must have misunderstood something. Yes, that night we realized that your ice magic was too powerful, so we lit a huge fire. In the end, Crew Chief Hanz used a flare to set little Lord Fokke on fire before Jack fired a 3-pounder cannon at him. Lil'lord Fokke and his great demon horse fell into the ocean, never to be seen by us again.

Sheyan thought for a while; He explained that while Joshamee left out a few things, he wasn't trying to rip him off. Then he coughed to begin his official questions.

"Mr. Gibbs. I've noticed you've been seeming pretty down lately. Your body odor tells me do you look like you're in a pigsty?

Joshamee's face wore a strange expression.

"We shouldn't be talking about this, right? Seaman Yan brothers?

Sheyan riu suavemente.

"Of course that's not a problem. So shouldn't we be talking about Mr. Jack Sparrow? Looks like he's about to be invited to the Port Royal jails.

"Oh? How long has he been in Port Royal jails? All I know is that he visited Port Royal.” Joshamee spoke with utter frustration. “Also, many have been looking for excuses to come to see me today.

"Oh, the fables aren't always accurate, but I know your words aren't really from the heart, Mister Gibbs." Sheyan laughed and continued.

"You and I both understand this deeply - without Captain Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl will forever be commanded by the traitorous Barbossa. Let me be frank about my intention to tell you all this; I just hope you want Barbossa to take care of me with Mr. Jack Sparrow. At least if it's too difficult, I need to understand some comprehensive information about the Black Pearl. That is my goal."

Joshamee picked up his cup as he asked suspiciously.

"Do you really only have this assignment?"

Sheyan opened his hands in response to Joshamee's doubts, he sincerely proclaimed.

"I'm the third mate on the Flying Dutchman, you know that?"

Joshamee nodded.

"Sim."

"I need not explain the curse suffered by the crew of the Flying Dutchman, but I managed to suppress that curse using an Eastern mystical method. However, such suppression would gradually lose effectiveness over time. According to a well-known necromancer, this curse can be removed by putting a stronger curse on myself. Come to think of it, this Aztec curse plaguing Barbossa and his crew is my only chance of survival.”

“Therefore, I will bring the source of this curse, Aztec gold, back east for exploration; hoping that one day the necromancers can dispel it and rid me of this nightmare. That's my ultimate goal... Sorry, Mr. Gibbs. Now that you know too much, you know that dead people don't tell stories unless you cooperate with me. Do you think I have such abilities?”

Joshamee scolded irritably.

"Holy shit! I never wanted you to reveal all of this.

Sheyan fixed her gaze on him and whispered.

"It doesn't matter, the point is that you heard and remembered. So you can choose to follow me and live or perish.

Joshamee scratched his head while giggling sheepishly.

"Maybe I'll be treated like a first mate on the voyage, so I'll go with you? Yes, I think you must have a good ship. How else are you going to save the man in Port Royal? Let me get this straight, my feet could never bear to step on damn single-masted boats. The dignity of a veteran pirate prevents him from boarding such a dilapidated ship.

Sheyan laughs back.

"I commanded a third-rate ship in the British Royal Navy. You might meet old comrades on board. More importantly, it's being improved in the dock. Mr. Lohan says he will finish remodeling it tomorrow. It should be as fast as the Black Pearl.”

"That's impossible!" Joshamee was quickly annoyed. “The Black Pearl is the fastest ship in the Caribbean, second to none! All right, to expose your noise, I'm boarding your ship to examine it.

However, at this point a competitor burst into the tavern. She could be seen panting heavily, but she immediately revealed a joyful revelation upon seeing Joshamee. With a beautiful appearance like hers, her summoning was probably excellent. Also, the dress she wore shone with a silver sheen, obviously a plot quality silver outfit.

"My dear Mr. Gibbs. According to your request, we have bought a third class ship. Please walk with us.

Joshamee shrugged and said goodbye.

"Hello Beautiful. I have to apologize as there is only one miserable Joshamee. Since I agreed to board his ship, I must comply with his request.

This woman immediately turned to Sheyan as her eyes shed hateful rays.

"You again! Is a growth-hunter booking service a big deal? All the competitors in the world will become your rivals now that you've stolen Joshamee!

Sheyan didn't pay any attention to her since he was waving a "whatever" gesture here. Very soon, another 7-8 participants came from outside. Looking coldly at the trio, they seemed to sketch the trio's faces in memory before they left. Sheyan suddenly blurted out.

"Can you guess where they got their third rate ship from?"

Mogensha hesitated a little before answering.

"Could it be one of the two ships we sold before?"

Sheyan scoffed tastelessly.

"It's right."

Brother Black then thought before exclaiming with enlightened revelation.

"Now I understand. The reason you wanted Jinkuang to bargain with the former assistant was obviously to increase the purchase price of our third-rate ship. .. This way you can cut off most of the gold guineas owned by these competitors and weaken the potential of their skills!”

Sheyan Riu.

"I messed things up the last time I visited this pirate of the Caribbean world, but came back with a fortune worth a measly hundreds of guineas. While this large group has incredible abilities and can bring together the different factions of the armed forces... at least we've temporarily limited your deployable gold guineas to less than 10,000 guineas!"

“Everyone knows this analogy – making 100 guineas out of 10 guineas might take 10 days, but 10,000 guineas to 100,000 guineas would only take five days. So, to avoid unnecessary setbacks, all I can do is use these common business tactics. Besides that... hah, I even gave them the choice. If they are not acting tactfully, they should not blame me.”

Mogensha asked doubtfully.

"What choice?"

Sheyan Riu.

"You'll know soon enough."

After escorting Joshamee to his ship, Sheyan tended to some minor chores on his ship. He then pondered and prepared a list of deliveries - information about the Isla de Muerta, home of Aztec gold, to inquiring into the whereabouts of the Black Pearl and even asking for news regarding Port Royal.

A long time passed. Suddenly Blacksail knocked on her door and asked for an audience - she had business to report to the captain. Sheyan pondered as he ushered in Blacksail, and immediately recognized the excellent mood Blacksail was in, originally wounded.

After that period of inactivity, her pale face was now red. Sheyan wasn't worried about that, after all that was the effect of alcoholic rum. Soon after, he started listening to Blacksail.

"Captain. A priest wants to join the crew. He's a shabby priest, a terrible pirate, but a respected doctor. I've personally experienced the wonderful treatments of his healing arts. Also, your moldy breadcrumbs (the penicillium in moldy breadcrumbs) were miraculously soothing Chase my comrades' fever, that's why I recommend it.

Sheyan was aware that in this day and age, doctors are often viewed as a side hustle. Furthermore, in this Caribbean world, pirates boasted of supernatural methods; how holy water is really effective etc. However, the healing times of the pirates would exceed almost a week.

To be honest, if his former team of Bell and Mug had had a reliable doctor, the likelihood of Sheyan's attempt to cut Scarface Harry would have been limited. Thinking from that perspective, Sheyan nodded.

"Bring him for an audience."

Shortly after, a brat named Kayto followed in awe of Sheyan. His current style of dress was not very different from that of other doctors, but obviously the difference between doctors in today's world was great.

A black sombrero hat was tucked under Kayto's left armpit, while he wore a black tunic and cortex pants. Both garments were coated with camphor and wax as an insulator against infectious diseases, so they gave off a fairly strong odor. The most striking feature was of course a raven mask with a pointed beak; a plague doctor mask symbolizing a doctor.

The distinguishing mark for choosing a raven was reverence for the god of death, as ravens were symbols of the god of death in the west. The essence of the meaning of this mask was to filter the airways with its hollow interior from contaminating bacteria; designed with special scented materials with identical effectiveness as a gas mask. Red-eye lenses are designed to protect your eyes. This mask was known to protect the doctor from the miasma of evil.

Detail-loving Sheyan, however, noticed a stain on the doctor's long coat and the wear and tear on his shoes. This indicated Kayto's suboptimal economic conditions.

"Mr. Kayto?" Sheyan used a friendly tone. "Welcome aboard the Hill Maiden, would you prefer coffee or tea?"

Kato rose respectfully and returned the cordiality.

"Everything is fine, sir."

Sheyan didn't address the topic of medicine directly, instead serving a cup of coffee as he spoke while smiling softly.

"My companion said you were a poor priest, a terrible pirate, but an excellent doctor when he recommended you. I would like to hear your opinion on this.”

Kayto's complexion flushed as he answered.

“Actually, sir, it's a very simple story. A young priest fell in love with a nun, but the problem is that the nun loved him back. Betray the laws of your faith, unite, face the fate of persecution on the cross, or flee to the open sea.”

“A man must earn his living. Unfortunately I have no talent with swords or weapons. That's why they call me a terrible pirate. Fortunately, during my tenure as a priest, I have attempted to heal several patients. From then on, this practice became my livelihood.”

Sheyan's eyes sparkled as he continued to question.

"Is this nun your wife now? Your child's mother?

Kayto nodded.

“You are right sir, indeed my wife and mother of four; a fifth probably in three months. So my situation is helpless, I just want to find a generous Master.”

“Very good, Mr. Kayto. Your interview ends here, you can wait outside; 2 minutes maximum. Oh yeah, call Ol'Seadog on the way. Sheyan ordered.

Filled with uneasy feelings, Kayto left. Soon after, Ol'Seadog appeared in front of Sheyan.

"Any orders for me, Captain?"

answered Sheyan.

“Escort Kayto to her home. If your children's characteristics are similar to your wife's, allow him to join our team. Normally, parents would not risk their children if they acted like a mouse.

Ol'Seadog nodded.

After a long time he entered the cabin again.

"No problem, captain. The four children inherited the shade of their father's hair and pupils; look identical to him. Also, Lord Kayto asks me if it's possible for the captain to provide some gold for him to get a magic balm. It is known that this balm comes from Saudi Arabia and has a great healing effect on wounds and diseases. Those are his original words - every gram of balm can save ten lives in a crisis."

Sheyan reacted decisively.

"Good. Take Canbi and Blacksail with you. Bring ten other boys with you.

Another period passed. Scented with thick perfume, Sheyan was presented with an oil balm where his nightmare impression notified him.

[This is a magical ointment made from the fat of a sperm whale by the Sudan Royal Company. Integrated with various essences, the wounds quickly stop bleeding and fully heal within 24 hours when a character uses them. When a competitor uses it, they gain an additional HP regen of +10 HP/minute; Duration: 12 hours. This ointment can be used 50 times]

A single can of balsamic oil costs just 300 guineas. However, note that Mr. Kayto was only able to purchase 7-8 cans before stocks ran out….

After that, the pirates who had scattered about the taverns and bars returned, while other pirates eager to join Sheyan's crew arrived in an endless stream. However, Sheyan's team was already reaching capacity. Also, it was best to employ loyal and obedient subordinates, and so new pirates were recruited with exacting criteria.

As such, he managed to keep several dozen capable pirates, two of whom possessed impressive strength; the ones that were shockingly on the level of Scarface Harry and Alan Dale!

Obviously these two possessed impressive unique plot gear or outstanding individual skills. Originally they acted arrogant and indomitable, but after witnessing Canbi's strength and Blacksail's agility, they were completely convinced.

One, dubbed the Springswan Killer, communicated a clear goal. By joining Sheyan's crew, he directly raised his hope of gaining more strength through his merits in the future. He possessed abilities in both combat prowess and magic, where he could control ice. Not only could he enchant weapons with his magic, he could freeze his enemy's limbs through direct hand contact.

The other pirate's name was Prince, an individual who prided himself on his fists. He looked pretty naughty and strong, but after being mercilessly beaten up by Canbi, he became a bit well-behaved. His goal when joining the crew was mainly exorbitant loot.

With his entry, Sheyan's crew once again strengthened their naval combat skills. In addition to the "Royal Salve of Sudan," pirates would also show greater confidence in such hand-to-hand combat.

Joshamee Gibbs also surprisingly recommended two people for Sheyan. These two individuals were not experts in naval combat, but they were crucial characters in sea navigation. Also, they were famous in Tortuga.

The first was a player named Spike. Every time he got gold, he definitely squandered it at gambling bars before borrowing more and continuing his lavish habits. However, this person had an exceptional reputation and was often able to acquire more money to keep gambling. The reason he was always able to find a source of credit was because of his exceptional carpentry skills. This current era focused on wooden Constitution warships, their carpentry skills were definitely one of the best and most impressive. Also, Sheyan coincidentally lacked a talent that could quickly repair and maintain his ship.

In order to invite Spike on board, Sheyan had to become his guarantor and pay off his debt; where his issues reached an extravagant valuation of 15,000 gold guinea. A number like that would certainly give other captains headaches, but Sheyan didn't seem to mind.

The other character's name was Sace, known for his skill in handling the sails. Ships of this era sailed entirely depending on the wind, and an excellent sail operator would definitely increase efficiency and speed while underway.

For a captain looking for speed, he absolutely couldn't pass it up. Still, Sace had an eccentric personality and his only weakness was his wife; While his wife's weakness was that of most fat and obese women, she was extremely greedy.

So, to invite Sace, another 10,000 gold guineas flowed from Sheyan's finances. Meanwhile, the accumulated wealth of the Roma had plummeted to a new low, falling from the 6-digit highs. Despite this, Sheyan continued to acquire large quantities of special goods from Tortuga, where he intended to sell them to Port Royal.

In the end, one by one, his pirate subordinates tried to dissuade him, pointing out that Port Royal was extremely strict about smuggling. Particularly after Norrington assumed the role of Port Royal Defense Officer, oversight was carried out impartially in every respect. Not even mentioning Sheyan, who was a new patron with no insider connections, even the tyrant Skrtel's business was badly affected; resulting in transactions dropping many times over what they used to be.

Little did his team realize that the trio had an outrageous technique known as party saving; This allows them to easily bypass the strict surveillance by port officials. Otherwise, your crew would inevitably have to go overboard.

After that, nothing special happened. By the time Mr. Lohan's renovation of Hill Maiden was complete, Hill Maiden had long been prepared and stocked with fresh water and food supplies. Hoisting her huge sails, her anchor was lowered as she sailed again across the vast oceans.

However, after 5-6 nautical miles into their journey, Sheyan issued an order - forward at half speed! Though unaware of this, his entire pirate crew nonetheless obeyed when the captain triggered their command.

Another 7-8 nautical miles passed. The lookout, Ol'Seadog, ordered his men to report two third-rate British Royal Navy ships haughtily pursuing them. These were very likely the two ships they previously sold and they appeared to have malicious intent.

Sheyan then laughed heartily.

“As expected, these brats are here. Bag! It's time for you to run, watch maintaining ship speed. These brats are probably newbies to sea travel, just keep that distance between them consistent. Let's drag them to the bottom of the sea where they can't escape before we get rid of them.

Sace was a naturally taciturn man. Hearing Sheyan's command, he began directing and manipulating his subordinates in operating the sails. For him, such a small task required no personal action.

At that moment a thought shook Brother Black's heart like a chain.

"All this... I'm afraid the boss must have planned this a long time ago!!"

In fact, Sheyan had already begun the conspiracy shortly before selling his two third-rate ships. The few ships he commanded were all active warships in the British Royal Navy and relatively excellent at combat pursuit. Therefore, even in a pirate port like Tortuga, they were considered quality products.

Therefore, competitors striving for efficiency in naval battles would inevitably buy the two third-rate ships. Also, Sheyan had hundreds of ways to ask Joshamee to leave, but he only had to choose the most bombastic approach. Of course, it should stir up anger in them.

These competitors would not dare mobilize against them in a "safe zone" like Tortuga, nor would they definitely be able to turn hostile in Port Royal. No doubt they could only fight while traveling across the sea.

You've probably heard of the most important matters surrounding the trio in Tortuga Harbor, but hearing it for yourself wasn't as devastating as experiencing it in person. More importantly, the participants were not stupid individuals. They were very clear that if Sheyan was truly capable of summoning the Kraken Octopus Paul into battle...then considering the balanced assessment of the Empire, they definitely would not gather with such a group on this world!

Therefore, these candidates treated Sheyan's past behavior as mere false boasting!! If they faced someone faking it, they would surely rush aggressively in pursuit of the trio. However, his intentions had already fallen to Sheyan's conception.

As the bows of the two third-rate ships full of competitors could be seen from afar, Sheyan's lip curled in a sly smile. He called for the Ol'Seadog he was scouting.

"How long before the enemy catches up?"

Ol'Seadog's booming voice instantly echoed across the seas like a reverberating gong.

"Captain, if you really want an answer, they'll haunt you for life. Their ships are loaded with a minimum of 70 guns, these horrid crooks are just dying to mount 7 pounder guns on their prows. Your ship's captains truly deserve my admiration for actually achieving your speed under such a weight.

Sheyan answered with a laugh.

"Then we'll join in. Sace, keep our current status. As we approach Tortuga within 200 nautical miles, allow them to penetrate 800 meters. In this state, they can only bombard us with their bow cannons. When that happens, AK, it's time for your performance."

At this point, the issue of the discrepancy between “effective range” and “extended range” needs to be addressed. Within official data, AK had an effective range of 300 meters while its longest range was approaching a kilometer. For a gunslinger, however, the furthest effective range would be a woman with heavy makeup, a flashy dress, and a C-cup bra padding; looks impressive but is probably useless. You don't have to think about it at all...

Although Sheyan's ship had completely abandoned artillery, Brother Black's 'SN-9 Wasp' could hardly be used as a semi-sniper rifle. Although his "SN-9 Wasp" was far inferior to the effective range of a standard sniper rifle, it was already equipped with an impressive component that increased its effective range by 300 meters. Considering Brother Black's basic abilities that could further increase the effective range of his weapons, in addition to his possessed gear further increasing his accuracy, his effective range had already reached a distance of 800 meters!!

Aside from his range superiority, Mogensha would not fight alone. He was still covered in a shell of human flesh called Reef. Therefore, Sheyan's goal was very simple - engage in extremely long ranged battles with opposing competitors!

“The outcome of a battle must be decided from the start. If not, the fight should not be fought.”

For some unknown reason, that sudden phrase came to Sheyan's mind.

In fact, from the start of this battle, Sheyan truly claimed an invincible position; for if some mishap happened, such as the opposition's superiority in long-range bombing, the Hill Maiden could easily accelerate and shamelessly flee!

Very quickly, the distance between the two parties gradually decreased to 800 meters. Since both sides are equally vulnerable to rough seas, the accuracy of two artillery pieces at the bow/stern of the ships would be pretty "impressive" at 3%.

Under normal circumstances, a ship would have to turn broadside before opening fire with a multitude of guns; to inflict serious damage on the opposition, thus toning down the horrendous precision with quantity. Rather, such a scenario would simply be impossible if both ships were sailing equally at high speeds.

As the distance between the two parties narrowed, Sheyan suddenly whispered several words into Mogensha's ear. Mogensha first put on a surprised face before enlightened as she smiled mischievously while nodding her head.

When the ranged combat began, the contestants could not see Sheyan's sinister intentions! Competitors who possessed long-range attack abilities unleashed their abilities one by one while Mogensha retaliated with constant bursts of fire.

Curiously, after 10 seconds of firefight the Reef shield blocking the front had already let out some muffled groans. Instead, apparently none of the opposing participants were shot.

As the contestants laughed and mocked Mogensha's clumsy shooting skills, they suddenly heard bloodthirsty screams from behind. It turned out that Mogensha aimed her shots at the sailors on board! One can imagine how deliberate Sheyan's thought process was; Trying to kill competitors crossing the vast ocean while protected by 40% damage reduction and a near-death state wasn't realistic at all. Destroying opponents for the benefits of their Bloodkeys would be terribly difficult for such a match.

Rather, from the point of view of the interested party, they were probably not familiar with the technical details of the sea voyage. With the disappearance of their pirate pilots, their desire to sail the seas free would be seriously hampered.

That's why Sheyan notified Mogensha to erase these pirates from history! Also, hiring pirates was an extremely expensive and tedious business. By reducing their piracy work, it was tantamount to plundering their energy and wealth. With the opposition's engine weakened, it would become increasingly difficult to face the trio. In this way, the external pressures the trio faces in completing their mission would be comparatively lessened.

Not a single pirate operating sails remained after Mongensha shot down 7 of these pirates in a row. As they pondered their painful future, the contestants squealed in frantic imitation as they began targeting the pirate crew of Sheyan's ship.

But alas, why would Sheyan allow them that freedom?

Previously, Sheyan had already ordered most of the sails to be fixed in an evasive position, while not afraid of being shot at, he would personally operate the mainsails. But in this way, although the efficiency and speed of the ship were negatively affected.

However, the hunting ships no longer dared to use skilled pirates to manhandle their sails, and the number of people manning the sails naturally decreased significantly. Thus, both sides remained on an equal footing.

Also, after Hill Maiden's reorganization, all gun ports were shaved off. In its place were twenty rowing positions! Therefore, under such circumstances, the discrepancy between the turbulent engines of both ships became greater. If Sheyan wanted to throw them away, it would be a matter of seconds.

Seeing themselves fall into the enemy's trap, the chasing competitors were incomparably furious; as insane attacks against Sheyan's ship began. One competitor in particular went to great lengths to raise a guided missile launcher analogous to the FIM-92 Stinger and fire at the trio!

BOOM! There was a thunderous explosion as thick smoke billowed from the Hill Maiden; A hole three meters wide had been torn in the stern of the ship. Luckily, a third tier ship had more than 30,000 durability points and wouldn't sink that easily.

At that moment, Sheyan immediately ordered the ship's speed to be increased. Of course, having left his rivals' field of attack, Carpenter Spike was dispatched.

Spike was truly worthy of his reputation. With the right help and a din of 'ding ding dang dang*', it only took about ten minutes to fully patch the ship's hole. Sheyan then immediately ordered a massive parry, intent on a sudden punch from the side.

(TL: *nail and hammer noises)

Opposing competitors seemed unfamiliar with naval warfare tactics, not even using the crow's nest as a lookout. Instead, they foolishly stopped in front of them and were surprised from the left by Sheyan's speeding ship. Because of this, Brother Black was able to silently dispatch 3 more pirate sailors before he was spotted!

By the time the furious rivals were about to retaliate, Hill Maiden had already sped away with their superior speed. This back and forth went on like this until nightfall. By this time the opposing contenders' pirates had suffered heavy casualties and none were willing to climb the masts to check the sails. This had completely given up the flexibility of the ship!

After countless rounds of combat, some felt that something was going wrong where one of the third-rate ships had fled before. After a discussion between the remaining ship competitors, they decided to focus entirely on defense. Supporting defensive artillery plates over the ship's hull. Like a rigid dead fish, his lone ship floated flat on the surface of the sea; release an impression of real misery. If they hadn't harbored malicious plans to hunt down and plunder Sheyan, they would not have been demoted to this state.

At this point, Sheyan was not soft-hearted, instead allowing Brother Black to slowly carve the flesh with a dull knife. After his carnage kept the remaining pirates from resurfacing, he continued to aim for the ship's mainmast. Despite this, a sniper was present in this ship, but in this particular area he was still relatively absent. With each shot fired, the shooter had to wait almost a minute before firing another shot.

With Reef and Sheyan taking turns protecting, this shooter couldn't pose a single threat to Mogensha! In the last stages, this shooter even stopped his futile attacks. In addition, purchasing his sniper rifle ammunition required expensive supply points.

After half an hour of dogged chiselling, the three masts of the opposite third-rate ship snapped and overturned with a clatter; flow into the sea with an upward splash. However, Brother Black spent several thousand supply points on ammo to inflict such heavy damage on the ship. In its tragic condition, it would take even a professional carpenter like Spike 2-3 days to fully repair it. What are the other competitors who probably didn't have such a teammate?

In total, this would delay the participants a precious 48 hours at a minimum as they slowly sailed their ship with a broken mast back to Tortuga. Taking into account the assurances of dozens of pirates, the damage amounted to 10,000 gold guinea. For them, the actual valuation of 10,000 gold guinea would necessarily be higher than 10,000 utility points.

Indeed, this was a severe rebuke Sheyan gave them - refrain from provoking those who couldn't! From Sheyan's point of view, the most difficult phase was yet to come. If they strike fear into these competitors, they would not dare to stop his plans for his future affairs! Of course, if these candidates failed to keep tact and provoked him, he would slander himself and kill them for their keys.

The following trip was implemented at full speed. With the restructured Hill Maiden and experienced Pirate Sailors, her speed has been minimally increased by 30% compared to when she first entered Tortuga. Although the distance between Port Royal and Tortuga is thousands of nautical miles, after two days and two nights, Hill Maiden arrived within 20 to 30 nautical miles of Port Royal.

Of course, as the Hill Maiden was a former active warship of the British Royal Navy, it was still absolutely impossible to freely enter Port Royal. Fortunately, Port Royal was hailed as a shipping hub akin to 'Quanzhou' and 'Guangzhou' of Song Dynasty China.

So there were certainly smuggling dockyards and a port near Port Royal. He left those fierce pirates who had a lofty reputation who could be easily identified to protect his ship and brought Joshamee and 7-8 other companions who were familiar with the terrain before heading to the smuggling ports on land went. They then boarded a carriage and drove to Port Royal.

Compared to Tortuga, Port Royal had an enhanced beauty and elegance; white sandy beaches, verdant coconut and palm trees, layers of buildings with well-defined outlines, and even a towering, impregnable fortress and battery. Everything has annotated Discipline as well as Prestige. In addition, marines could occasionally be seen patrolling.

These Marines were decked out in honor dress, with their most conspicuous decoration in glamorous red and white; their white wigs and red coats were particularly striking. Their sabers shone like snow, as did their thin stockings. With a modern pair of eyes, these stockings looked like tall and thick female leather boots. They marched arrogantly like roosters with their breasts erect and conveyed an impression of extreme depth.

If Sheyan brought Philip and others, their hearts would ache with bitterness at the sight of their former colleagues.

Sheyan understood the few chores he had to do upon his arrival here.

First, to sell Tortuga's contraband. This would be an enormously lucrative transaction, adding a minimum of 20,000 guineas to the liquidity of these funds.

Then he went to inspect the governor's mansion. While not easy to obtain, Lady Elizabeth's gold locket was still worth a try. One point to note - Since the Aztec Gold Curse was attached to the original gold coins in the chest, only the person who retrieved a coin from the chest was cursed. Since Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann did not take the gold coin from the chest personally, but merely transferred it into their hands, they were not affected by the curse.

If Jack Sparrow hadn't arrived in Port Royal yet, Sheyan wouldn't have minded paying a visit to Will Turner, who was still apprenticed to a blacksmith. In addition, he was to become the future captain of the Flying Dutchman. It would be good to meet with him first.

After all, Sheyan's goal of doing his best to amass wealth, of course, was to spend it. In fact, the guineas were something of a currency for the competitors. However, Sheyan heard from his pirate crew about a talented master alchemist who lived in Port Royal; one not inferior to the dead Peigan. In addition, Sheyan was aware of the interrelationship between guineas and the service of a master alchemist. Hence the added obligation to accumulate your wealth.

Although the righteous Captain Norrington banned smuggling, the privileged classes who flouted such laws were certainly present everywhere. Don't mention foreign countries or China, even medieval nations were like that. As long as exorbitant profits were made, there would definitely be smugglers.

For example; According to Philip's account, Sheffields Trading Company appeared to be superficially involved in the wine business, but one unequivocal account indicated that their boss would take any kind of merchandise. The overlord who supported the chief was the father of the fair Lady Elizabeth Swann, Governor Swann of Port Royal. Although he was an old-fashioned and kind father, he was also a stingy and prudent governor.

Needless to say, Jinkuang effortlessly summoned his two greatest artifacts to the negotiations - his "splinter-spitting" spits of saliva and the noisy jingle of his abacus. In so doing, he subjugated the shopkeeper in a most "civilized" manner.

Finally the lord and courteous owner of the shop, Mr. McKinnery, escorted her off her ship while she wiped off a cold sweat. Sheyan's accounts were again supplied with nearly 30,000 guineas.

Before both parties parted, Mr. McKinnery showed a hint of slyness in his clouded old eyes. After taking an extraordinarily delicate gold name card from his pocket, he coughed twice before insisting to Sheyan.

“My guests, since our cooperation has received such good news, you qualify as valued patrons of our company. There's a big auction tomorrow, and if my guests are interested, this business card will ensure participation. I must reiterate - this is the first time since Captain Norrington took over the defense of Port Royal that an auction has been called while the next would take place in the unforeseen future. Therefore, there will surely be goods that you need at the auction. Of course, the purchase would depend on your wealth.”

"Goods we need?" Brother Black gave a dry laugh. There was no malicious intent in his laugh, but rather a mockery of himself as he pondered the difficult question of obtaining Aztec gold.

Instead, old McKinnery treated this "black slave's" grin as a mark of contempt and mockery. Everyone knew that the refined and courtly atmosphere of today's British nobility was just a cover for their arrogance. So this old guard immediately stepped forward as he messed up his wig and whispered with a grim expression.

“If I should mention that at this auction the lot includes twenty new high-angle guns shipped from Hamburg, guns in the 3lb to 7lb range. Would this gentleman mind keeping his smirk?

Brother Black and Reef treated those words with indifference. Instead, Sheyan and Joshamee were surprised to hear the words "high angle guns."

In the current era, the effective range of ordinary weapons was hundreds of meters. With the high-angle guns installed, the effective range and accuracy of the guns would be improved. The effective range would be increased many times over while the accuracy of other cannons remains the same!

Such a state-of-the-art artillery weapon was desired by many, but given the forging capabilities of today's era, the likelihood of it failing and being discarded was extremely high. It was not enough to cover the initial capital investment. To put it bluntly, the amount of Guineas it would take one third tier ship to crew those high arc guns would be enough to build five more similar third tier ships.

That this auction had such items suggested that Port Royal's corruption was already ingrained. These twenty new high-angle guns were probably assigned to Captain Norrington's artillery forces. It was just auctioned while Norrington was at war!

Sheyan's expression turned serious as he answered.

"I apologize on behalf of your ignorance, sir. It is an honor for me to receive this invitation and you will see me first thing tomorrow.”

Old McKinnery's self esteem was finally mollified as he lifted his head before bowing slightly. Then he wore a haughty expression and left without looking back.

After a moment's thought, Sheyan waved the invitation card in her hand and smiled.

"In that sense, he really piqued my interest in this auction."

It was at this point, of course, that Joshamee began urging Sheyan to find his captain, Jack Sparrow, quickly. Instead, Sheyan was aware that according to the film's plot, he still had to wait 2-3 days; where it would not appear until after Captain Norrington was promoted to Commodore.

In order for Norrington to be promoted to Commodore, it is evident that he earned his greatest merit during the war against Captain Chevalle's pirate fleets. Sheyan himself, of course, wouldn't reveal his conclusion to beloved Joshamee Gibbs. However, from Joshamee's perspective, which had been dejected for years, he could sense Sheyan trailing her feet on purpose. However, there was no harm in indulging in good cachaça in taverns and sumptuous meat for days on end.

The most luxurious building in all of Port Royal was undoubtedly the Governor's Manor, which stood on a hill at the end of the harbour. Only Norrington, equal in rank to governor, had the discretion to own such an extravagant mansion. However, he preferred to dwell as a law-abiding officer in the simplicity of his naval posts. So it was easy to pinpoint where the governor was.

Possibly due to Port Royal's consistent and remarkable calm, Sheyan and company did not encounter overly tight patrols. The only threat would be two Marines yawning wide at the gates of the governor's mansion; seem rather indifferent.

However, with Sheyan's investigative report, the Marines under Norrington were properly trained, and both of these direct Marine Guards had attributes of about 30 points or more. While that might sound rather mediocre, the two abilities it possessed were actually a touchy subject.

[ Skill 1: Solidarity lvl 4 (passive) - next to a comrade, HP increases by 10,000 points. This skill can accumulate up to 40,000 points. ]

[Level 4 Trait: Additional 10,000 HP]

[ Skill 2: Ambush lvl 1 (active) - this skill can only be activated behind an opponent's back. Damage the enemy's back with a musket or hatchet, causing a blood loss condition and slowing movement speed by 50%; Duration: 15 seconds. This skill has a 10 second cooldown. ]

The first skill established that they could not be dispatched quickly. The second ability meant its quick entanglement when the opponent tried to run away. In addition, after careful surveillance, Sheyan found that the nearest naval barracks was only a mile away. Unless the Black Pearl storyline team broke in, a resounding shot from the Governor's Mansion unleashed a swarm of bees from the Naval Barracks within five minutes.

At that moment, Sheyan suddenly noticed the iron gates of the governor's mansion opening. A young man came out with a box under his armpit. At every step he looked at the mansion with reluctance to part.

Following the trail of his gaze, he was directed to a window on the second floor of the governor's mansion; where a beautiful blonde watched his departure. When this young man turned his head back, Sheyan immediately noticed a handsome man in gray stockings, a red Scottish skirt, and a tiny red tie. In fact, he was one of Sheyan's targets - Will Turner.

Apparently the girl at the window was Lady Elizabeth. With her pure and charming appearance, her wit was hard to imagine; the way she could skillfully use her charm as a weapon; so much so that Jack Sparrow even played under her skirt.

After averting his gaze from the second floor window, Sheyan noticed that Will Turner took on a sullen expression as he walked toward her.

"Why are you sneaking around here?"

Sheyan stepped forward and answered.

"Coming from the East, I hear of Britain's abundance and wealth. So I came here looking for something special, things to take east to sell.”

Will Turner looked Sheyan in the eyes in disbelief and of course didn't believe his words.

"Then you should be in the market, not at the gate of the governor's mansion!"

To Will Turner's persuasive question, Sheyan laughed in response.

“The scenery here is incredible, while the Governor's Mansion is the most extravagant mansion in Port Royal. Can a foreigner go for a walk? Is this how the generally hospitable Brits would treat a foreigner?

Will Turner answered honestly.

“If you're here to admire the scenery, the first thing you should do is visit the Port Royal reefs. I suppose it hosts hanged pirates monthly, a seagull feast scene.

Upon experiencing the tone and demeanor of Will Turner's speech, Sheyan understood that it was incompatible with him; therefore, granting without thinking would not be a respectable approach. So Sheyan mumbled impatiently indifferently.

"As I see it, it is British custom for apprentice blacksmiths to also enforce law and order."

After Sheyan made such a taunting statement, Will Turner's face immediately sank.

The aristocracies and ideologies of the British nobility were of great importance, and as an apprentice blacksmith, his status was always a thorn in his side. The great disparity between his status and Elizabeth's status created a wedge between the two in the union.

The only reason Will Turner was able to enter the Governor's mansion was that he had forged a good sword with it for Governor Swann...for Elizabeth. However, Governor Swann was not at home today and Will Turner could only leave the Governor's mansion with his sword.

After being taunted by Sheyan, Will Turner's face grew increasingly grim. He didn't snap back at that scenario, however, instead maintaining his elegant demeanor as he turned to leave.

At that moment, however, four people suddenly came out of a corner and gave each other strange looks. Although the contestants' gear was camouflaged for the plot characters, the contestants were still able to differentiate themselves from their peers. for example a gold AK hallmark…..

Thus, after a brief mutual examination, they were able to guess the identity of the other. But at that moment, a glow flickered on the neck of a fairly familiar-looking but mediocre competitor, where he might have activated a certain ability. Suddenly he pointed at Sheyan and warned him.

"Mr. Turner, this man is a pirate! He dares stand in front of the governor's mansion, he definitely has bad intentions towards Lady Elizabeth!

After that person spoke, Sheyan immediately burst out laughing.

"Chris, it really is you! Ah, my dear cousin, Chris.

In fact, when this candidate spoke impulsively, he forgot that while you could change your appearance, you couldn't hide your voice! This brat was in fact Chris de Sheyan's previous sojourn in the world of Pirates of the Caribbean sold by Sheyan….

But as the saying goes, the old man lost the mare, but everything turned out fine*. Though previously cruelly exploited by Sheyan, Chris still managed to earn a reputation as a pirate by destroying the bell and cup; where his reputation among pirates rose to Respected. Building on this, he gained the trust of several pirates. In one fell swoop, Chris grew up! Under the pretense of expanding his crew, he became a traitor and sold his pirates to Norrington; successfully earn a clean slate for yourself!

(TN: *a blessing in disguise)

More critically, Chris relied on his newfound popularity and networking, creating ways to re-invade the pirates of the Caribbean world twice as often as Sheyan. Through her meticulous planning, her invested relationship with Will Turner was currently "amicable" and on the verge of being "respected."

As for this time, Chris had staked everything on acting as a matchmaker for Will Turner and trying to marry him and Elizabeth early. It turns out that their plot was incredibly brazen - they intended to assassinate the protagonist, Jack Sparrow. If he could do that, Hack's discarded gear would be a huge crop in a short amount of time, it would mean something too based on his guess; that with the death of Jack, the fortune of being the protagonist would be inherited by Will Turner!

Currently, Captain Jack Sparrow was an exceptionally notorious pirate. Hence his gang plotted to take advantage of the fact that Will Turner was unaware of his own status as a pirate's son to kill Jack Sparrow when both parties crossed hands per the film's plot!

Even if they failed to recover Captain Jack Sparrow's lost key, they would still receive reputation points from Norrington's side. This notion made them salivate when they didn't even consider the immense benefits of Will Turner's rise as chief leader!

As he listened to what his friend Chris had to say, the facial expressions of the characters in the story changed dramatically.

"Of course you are pirates!"

Will Turner immediately scowled as he effortlessly untied the long wooden box wedged under his armpits. Gravity pulled the box to the ground while his right hand immediately reached down!

As the wooden lid snapped down before falling to the floor, the exquisite sword stored within was already in his hands. "Wow!" He unsheathed it and pointed his sharp point bluntly at Sheyan and his friends!

By this time, the two marines guarding the mansion's gates had approached, their black-barreled muskets trained on Sheyan and his friends. As Chris watched the commotion, his lips curled into a sinister smile; Do you think it was in vain that I painstakingly built my company in Port Royal?

In just a moment his single sentence had already trapped those damn enemies in front of him in a dangerous situation!!! The ecstasy of revenge rose in him.

Instead, Sheyan still maintained a cheering smile as she gave Chris a classic wave. He then raised both hands as he approached the two marine vigilantes and said several words to them. Then the two marines followed him into a corner, still a little hesitant. However, the two Marines returned with Sheyan as they beamed with smiles after a half-minute pause. If you didn't get the insider's story, you'd think they were sworn brothers.

Chris' eyeballs bulged as he screamed.

"How can that be, these two scoundrels must have taken your bribe! Hey! You shameless scum trying to shut me up?

Shocked and angry, Chris slipped and accidentally called the two rogue Marines. Moreover, he even hinted that they would have been eager to take bribes... If the two marines did not have a negative IQ, then of course they became incomparably angry and wanted to discipline the perpetrator who slandered them! Watching them raise their shiny hatchet and push down, Chris realized he had missed the mark and backed away hastily. Instead, Will Turner began stalling the Marines, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"My friend checked these scumbags' pirate IDs, don't you want to arrest them?"

Sheyan watched the scene with a distant expression while sneering on the party channel.

"That idiot Chris. If he hadn't raised the issue of bribery, those two Marines would have spared him. Unfortunately, he just had to reveal the truth of the matter…hahaha.”

Brother Black asked curiously.

"Could these Marines really be rocked by money?"

Sheyan shook his head.

"It's not like that. Guineas can only be used to brown the lily, not to ship coals in snowy weather. Do you remember the Sheffields Trading Company we traded with?

Mogensha scoffed.

"I don't have amnesia, why shouldn't I remember?"

Sheyan riu e continuou.

"I have just shown this invitation card issued by Sheffields Trading Company for the two Marines to peruse. Then ten golden guineas, and they were reluctant to accept it. If I had thrown ten guineas impudently, I am sure they would have hit me in the face with the gold pieces.”

Reef and Mogensha heard Sheyan's words and became enlightened. According to their specifications, the Sheffields Trading Company had an important supporter in the governor; where Mr. McKinnery was in fact the governor's butler.

The two marines who stood guard at the gate of the mansion definitely had keen observational skills and could of course spot people entering and leaving the mansion. They understood who not to mess with and when they saw Sheyan accepting the invitation of Sheffields Trading Company, they realized that their relationship with the governor was not superficial. So they didn't listen to anyone like Chris and dumped him.

The two Marines currently confronted with Will Turner's questions didn't offer much face even to a meager apprentice blacksmith. They tilted their chins and sneered.

"Go back to your wrought iron. Pirate or not, wouldn't a Marine like us be any different? Do I have to teach you? Step aside, we should definitely teach that slanderous thug a lesson today!

Although one Marine was stopped by Will Turner, the other Marine dodged as he yelled.

"Even if you run away, I'll meet you at your shop!"

As it turned out, Chris really came into his own and bought a plot of land in Port Royal. His ventures were primarily focused on earning golden guineas from story characters before trading them with competitors for supply points.

Because Port Royal was a safe zone, large crowds of competitors often entered the Caribbean world. So Chris won some of that. However, upon hearing the Marine's threat, all he could do was acquiesce while frowning miserably.

This Marine spared no politeness as he hit Chris with the butt of his musket gun; hit him with his injured face and swollen nose. Sheyan kept smiling as he watched the scene. The more pain Chris suffered from the beatings, the more he felt that he had lost face; so angry that his vision was blocked. Meanwhile, Will Turner grinned at Sheyan as he removed his gloves and threw them in front of Sheyan!!

Reef's facial expression changed. He knew the custom of throwing the glove to the ground as a declaration of war, similar to legitimizing uncivilized behavior. At the same time, Sheyan received a notification about his nightmare impression.

[You have received a challenge to a duel from the main character of the story, Will Turner! ]

[ You accept? ]

Sheyan hesitated before investigating further.

"Will I be punished if I refuse?"

The Nightmare Mark answered him with a clear answer.

[ Insufficient authority, unverifiable. ]

Sheyan then thought carefully. There his reputation among pirates was almost Revered, while Will Turner was currently a minor apprentice. A respected person questioning him would put him in a bad way, but if a random civilian questioned him? This was essentially useless.

With that idea, Sheyan decided to decline. In fact, there was no punishment, and the reason was probably the huge discrepancy between their reputations.

When Will Turner realized his challenge was denied, his expression turned ugly as he looked at Sheyan and said seriously.

"If you dare to have plans for Elizabeth, I will personally pierce this sword into your heart!"

After he was done with that, he stormed out without looking back. Sheyan sighed in her heart. This incident with Will Turner simply exceeded his expectations. After all, he wasn't a god, not everything would go smoothly, not everyone would recognize him. Also, Will Turner's feedback was still within acceptable limits.

On the contrary, if he treated Will Turner like a problem, Chris would be like a scourge. A competitor like him understood everything clearly and understood him more than other competitors. If he held that grudge, he would become an underlying threat to Sheyan's plans!

A problem could be endured, but if he didn't remove a scourge, it could become an immense sorrow that gripped his heart!

This was certainly not a situation Sheyan wanted. With this in mind, Sheyan asked the two Marines the location of Chris' shop before leaving with his subordinates.

For a brat like Chris, he definitely couldn't spare him a break to regroup. Otherwise, a brat who has meticulously haunted the pirates of the Caribbean world for so long would be perfectly capable of exacting revenge.

Although most of Sheyan's crew and he were at Port Royal for the first time, but never forget that Philips and his comrades were the direct forces under Norrington; those who previously served at Port Royal. Although only a senior Marine, he used to be like a regional chief in Port Royal. Before they left, he had already issued a detailed report to Sheyan, which enabled Sheyan to discern the snake paths and rat holes of this place.

Of course, Sheyan wouldn't foolishly walk into Chris' store to make a fuss. This would only serve as an excuse for Norrington's marines, who kept the harbor peaceful. There are many ways to defeat an enemy, the easiest being stealing your own life. Apart from that, there would be many methods to achieve the same goal.

Instead of acting in such an awkward situation, Sheyan intended to use another method to get Chris to throw himself into the street. At the moment he had to hire a professional expert in such methods.

Sheyan strolled down a cobblestone alley and led his group to a wet market in Port Royal. It had to be admitted that the dirty and untidy image of this place was in stark contrast to the clean and tidy portrait of Port Royal.

As he approached the place, a pungent and fishy stench rose in the air, it was black muddy water standing between the cracks in the bricks of the floor. Pale fish scales that smelled of blood and water covered the ground as they stood on tiptoe, checking the landing pad with every step they took; to save yourself from slipping into a nightmare like dirt.

After squeezing through a crowd, they passed fish stall after fish stall; their way with many mistrustful and suspicious looks. This place has probably seen frequent thieves and muggers.

Eventually they reached a room in the cleanest and tidiest part of the wet market. Sheyan glanced at the experienced and knowledgeable Ol'Seadog. Ol'Seadog nodded and looked back at Sheyan. After that, Canbi bluntly stomped his feet on the half-hidden door.

The brute force style of opening the door was undoubtedly immensely effective. Immediately, several people playing inside jumped up in shock. It wasn't until he made it clear that the new arrivals weren't government officials or Marines in red-and-white uniforms that his audacity exploded.

Some banged on tables and overturned chairs, while others bared their sabers strapped to their waists. Their faces filled with cruelty as they stalked the uninvited guests.

"Hey! This is the dead man's residence, do you seek death? Hand in your guineas and get out!

Moments later they stood rigidly where they were as three musket barrels of ice were aimed at their foreheads. Compared to pirates who killed without blinking, these bandits lacked courage. Ol'Seadog shrugged and insisted.

“O dear ones, your wealth is prospering. I don't want to stain my new clothes with blood as my mood is good. Where is your owner Wilson? I have business for him.

Wilson tended to a fish stall not far away. Under Norrington's iron grip, even thugs had to don a professional ID card to disguise themselves. As for Wilson, he extorted fish daily from market sharecroppers as "coverage" and used that extorted fish to sell for his own profit. When his subordinate, with tears in his eyes, told him that others were looking for him, he rushed back.

"Are you that? Canbi? Your balls aren't small, eh. Even though Norrington is fighting the pirates, he should be back soon. You don't go, do you really want to hang on those gallows near the reefs?

Canbi rolled his eyes and answered.

“Cut your crap, a hundred guinea job; are you ready for this

Upon hearing "one hundred guineas," the little hooligans at the scene immediately showed curious looks; like dogs smelling bones. Canbi impatiently tossed away a purse that was spilling bright yellow gold coins.

"Twenty guineas on the advance, eighty guineas upon completion."

Wilson swallowed as he stroked the shiny, refreshing gold coins in his hand. It can be observed that he struggled a great deal with his willpower and self-control, as he reluctantly put it.

"You must realize that I do not kill in order to live."

Ol'Seadog interrupted him in a hoarse voice.

"No one tells you to kill. A shopkeeper insulted us, my captain thinks his business doesn't need to continue.

Wilson was excited.

"What business?"

"Tenth on Midden Street, known as the Conviction Trading Company."

Ol'Seadog gave Sheyan a look before continuing.

Wilson recalled his thoughts before picking up the purse and laughing hysterically.

"Good! There are only 2-3 trading companies, I'm afraid I'll face this scum.

At the moment, Chris felt enormous fear. He never expected that a reunion with Sheyan would be practically like a mouse meeting a cat! The relationships and network he has carefully cultivated for so long were simply downplayed in light sketches by Sheyan!

Recalling this scenario made Chris feel all the more that Sheyan was shrouded in unfathomable mysteries; impossible for him to compete!

Her only consolation right now was that her relationship with Will Turner had deepened a little.

When this handsome character was down, he even proactively offered comfort. If this bunch of vile competitors dared make a fuss, Will Turner would surely help them; so Chris felt quite comforted by that thought.

After a lot of deliberation, Chris still believed that Sheyan would not resort to violence at Port Royal; for once he did, it would not be worth incurring the wrath of the hastily dispatched Marines. Besides, his lodge always paid the governor's taxes on time, and he had to admit that Norrington was indeed a person of order and fighting power. As such, Port Royal security has always been great.

Just as Chris had calmed down, there was a loud bang outside. His heart immediately clenched as he ran hastily. Instead, several screams echoed from outside. "He killed a man, he killed a man!"

Chris' heart immediately fluttered with fear. His vision clouded as he tiptoed out and noticed that in his shop the most expensive oriental china had been broken into fragments. The salesman he hired stood to one side, shaking uncontrollably. Also, a man lay face down in front of him, blood pouring from his head; quickly form a puddle.

Noticing Chris, the seller immediately flew to him, as if looking at his knight in shining armor. He begged in a trembling voice.

"I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone! He fell himself.

A crowd had already gathered. As the saying goes, gossip potential is not differentiated by gender, age, or ethnicity. Individuals in the crowd kept pointing and discussing the scene as if it were a rare sight in Port Royal. The pent-up anger in Chris' heart finally exploded as he cried out.

"Out out. Everyone out of my shop!”

Moments later, however, two Marines in red-and-white uniforms, one plump and one thin, strode out. Their faces were blank, they said.

"Mr. Chris, someone has just reported to the magistrate an allegation of smuggling goods through your store, along with suspicion of murder. Please join me on a trip to the magistrate's office for questioning. Anything you say now could be used against you at trial will!"

With unprecedented severity, Chris felt like he had been struck by lightning as he muttered to himself.

"How's that? How did it end like this?"

As he mumbled, Chris was involuntarily pulled out. Just around the corner, Chris suddenly noticed a pair of deep-set eyes mocking and ridiculing. Chris understood briefly before struggling vigorously and pointing at Sheyan while yelling violently.

“Sailor, do you think getting someone to frame me will work? Never! Let me tell you it will never work! How would his fabricated accusation bring me down after so long bitterly settling down! Just wait, I'll be out in an hour. You have no evidence to convict me of crimes!! My company will stand out in Port Royal as before!”

In fact, Chris wasn't lying. It must be clear that acquiring property in Port Royal in modern times was an extremely troublesome affair; something that not only money could solve. Such a situation resembled a city center in today's world. Although Sheyan didn't have the qualifications to acquire his own property in Tortuga, one can imagine the difficulty.

As it turned out, Chris' backup was an influential character in Port Royal known as Lord Ben Fleming. As Port Royal's representative, he was able to collect public opinion and follow trends; gain public recognition. Whenever Governor Swann was absent, Sir Ben Fleming assumed temporary responsibility as governor. This is how you can see his status.

Of course, having just one support wouldn't be enough, but Chris has always been a thoughtful person. In fact, he was involved in smuggling, but his cautious demeanor ensured he was led from head to toe; have different types of accounting records. So Chris was confident that even if the judge attempted a thorough investigation, Sheyan would find absolutely no incriminating evidence.

Without any evidence and based only on bribery or fraud, such a method would only work on unsupported individuals. Surely it was impossible for him! So Chris confidently shouted those words; claimed he would be released within the hour.

During his trial, everything seemed to be going according to Reef's instructions. The first was the murder charge.

The prosecutor's testimony simply swooned, and the murder charge was dismissed. In fact, Chris was already waiting for the moment to leave when he would raise his middle finger to vent in Sheyan's face.

After that, the guards investigating Chris' shop returned. They adorned the listless face that seemed unlucky. Under the judge's supervision, they matter-of-factly recited the list of their merchandise while asking Chris to explain the origin of his merchandise.

Chris answered impeccably, he knew everything by heart; the taxes paid and everything else connect like a connecting pulse across the kite. In addition, there were certain people on the jury who could even testify for him.

Soon even Lord Ben Fleming protested, blaming this entire fiasco on a deliberate ruse; a ploy designed to tarnish the reputation of a law-abiding citizen. He further mentioned that if the process continued, it would be very much like playing into the hands of the perpetrator.

Questioning Lord Ben Fleming, the Magistrate's face crumpled.

But at that moment the accuser raised his hand and spoke with deep meaning.

“I just have one question for Mr. Chris. Allow me, Your Excellency, this last question.

In light of the prosecutor's latest counterargument, Chris was already full of confidence; so much so that he couldn't sniff out the dense conspiracy behind the question. Chris bluntly intervened.

"Go ahead, but if your question doesn't charge me with a crime, I expect to be released from the trial."

"It's not a problem." The accusing party replied with deep meaning.

Then he held up the list of goods before saying the point aloud.

“My final question is: Has the respected Mr. Could Chris explain the origin of the 21,316 gold guineas found in his shop?

Chris was stunned and felt like he was suddenly deep in a maelstrom of conspiracy. His body broke out in a cold sweat as he cried out in desperation.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I only have 10,000 guineas in my shop!”

The investigating officer gave a sneering grin.

“Ho, every convict I took also showed wonderful acting skills and cried helplessly. Unfortunately, none of them managed to escape the clutches of the law! Mr. Chris, you might think hiding your guineas would be a fantastic idea, but unfortunately my boys have dog noses, eagle eyes and bat ears. As long as you're guilty, they'll definitely get the melon by following the tracks on the vines!"

At that moment, Chris noticed that Sheyan was standing at the window of his courtroom, smiling softly at him; like saying goodbye to an old friend. Distraught Chris immediately scrambled for a saving rice straw while screaming loudly in an enlightened manner.

"I know, Excellency, someone is plotting against me! Hide 20,000 gold guineas in my shop to trick me.

Laughter erupted from the jury at Chris' argument. At this point, several marines laboriously dragged a huge chest to the magistrate before opening the lid. The seductive sparkle of the gold coins rang out in everyone's eyes in no time at all.

"Ah, what a happy trap!!" The judge praised. "Mr. Chris, I've dealt with pirates, smugglers, bandits, prostitutes and murderers for over three decades; delivering the punishment of the law to countless convicts. I believe the multitude of people who hate me is ten times greater than yours .But to this day no one has ever used 20,000 guineas, oh no, not even risked 20 guineas to frame me.”

"Good! While I can accept such an absurd framing assumption, the weighty volume of 20,000 gold guineas before our eyes cannot be denied; they are not mere shillings to keep in your pocket. We're talking 20,000 gold guineas! A heavy treasure chest that needs two strong men to lift!”

"If someone shipped 20,000 gold guineas to my home, I think my neighbors would definitely notice. Mr. Chris, if you had suggested that such an extravagant trap, worth 20,000 guineas, would have been brought into your shop without any fuss, without anyone finding out; then I have reason to believe that you are insulting me. No, you insult us; the intellect of the entire government office, the jury and even outside citizens.”

Lord Ben Fleming rose, looking sullen. Just when everyone thought he was going to speak, he grabbed his crutches, put on his cap and left without saying a word. This honored lord's complexion was monstrously ugly because he had evidently been 'slapped' in the face by the magistrate. The main reason, however, was the profit of 20,000 gold guineas that Chris made from smuggling because he didn't earn a single dividend!!!!

Therefore, he could infer pain and disappointment. Since 20,000 guineas of gold were discovered today, how about tomorrow or the day after tomorrow or weeks or months. How many of these beautiful, golden, iridescent little objects would be discovered????

Lord Ben Fleming felt that his integrity was tainted, and he himself harbored a deep resentment against those who deceive themselves.

After that there was no more contradiction in his judgment. Chris was turned from a respected gentleman into a criminal and forced into hard labor. With Norrington's style of no-frills administration, Port Royal really lacked the manpower for its work.

From then on, Chris' trading company and all its property were confiscated by the government. In other words, all their meticulous facilities went up in smoke because Sheyan casually tossed 20,000 gold guinea!

Forced into prison garb, Chris' eyes betrayed hysterical madness as he looked over at Sheyan. Then he let out a sudden fanatical laugh as he thought.

"Do you think you won? Do you really think I remain passive?

If Sheyan saw Chris' expression, he would definitely have been a little wary. Unfortunately luck didn't always seem to him and the grim reality was that Sheyan missed that scene.

Nothing of note happened after that, as Sheyan left two subordinates on the pier to carefully look out for Captain Jack Sparrow's whereabouts. He then returned to the ship and began preparations for the next day's auction. In addition, Sheyan continued to organize future scenarios. For example, how to react if your identity was revealed, or the morale and dissatisfaction of the pirates who did not land.

night time. Sheyan had fallen asleep but hadn't forgotten to reserve pirates for the night before.

Deep asleep in the middle of the night, he suddenly smelled a faint but opaque odor.

Suddenly, Sheyan jumped out of bed. Taking a deep breath, he could confirm that the smell permeating the air was the smell of blood!!

Previously, Reef and Mogensha were awakened the same way. The trio could imagine an unnatural silence surrounding them; not even the chirping of insects coming off the island could be heard.

After carefully distinguishing the rhythmic waves pounding the beach, they noticed an inexplicable dripping sound - the choking sound of blood seeping through the cracks of the upper deck before dripping onto the lower deck....

The trio exchanged looks without saying a word. They were now aware - an enemy had silently crept aboard and even silently begun slaughtering the pirates.

Apparently it was an enemy in their own ranks. If they rioted now, they would probably suffer an insanely disastrous and well-prepared ambush!

As his breath deepened, Sheyan gently unbolted the thick latch on the sealed captain's cabin window before opening the window and slowly crawling out. His movements were firm, light, and every nerve and flesh in him was in perfect condition.

Brother Black and Reef followed as they slowly moved to the side of the ship before peeking out with their heads.

Two torches were currently burning on deck. Apart from the faint flickering of torches, not a single human was present.

Occasionally there would be a sea breeze or the frying of tiny fleas attracted to the light; Emission of "beep" squeaks. Bloodstains and footprints were clearly visible on the surface of this shiny, clean deck. You could say that the night watchmen were killed. Also, they failed to give a warning before they died.

Suddenly, a desperate scream broke the dead silence of the ship!

During the same incident, a shocking fire erupted in the captain's cabin where the trio had been staying minutes before. The flame burned vigorously and splendidly, like a kindled torch fueled with oil.

Only 2-3 seconds later, an intensified explosion broke out in the captain's cabin. If the trio were still in there, even if they hadn't died, all their skin would be roasted.

Such a silent and unexpected violent explosion immediately made Sheyan subconsciously remember the one who smashed the bell and cup! Without a doubt, this outburst was definitely related to Chris!

In an instant, chaos erupted at the helm of this ship. Soon the screams and screams subsided and increased in rapid succession. "Go see if the captain is okay?!" "Quick, put out the flames!"

"Jimmy was killed, it's a Blimeydoodlewanger!!!"

(ED: Best insult ever. TL: Thanks, Ed)

"Canbi got hurt, bastard!" "Prince and Fenli lost, Argghh, they ruthlessly kill everyone!"

At that moment, the trio made a formal statement and began shouting orders.

Very quickly they calmed the crew down. The trio's bravery and skills were deeply ingrained in the hearts of the pirates. Now seeing that they were unharmed, that chaotic aspect was similarly reassured.

Shortly thereafter, the newly recruited prince and another named Fenli were dragged miserably onto the deck. Their eyes were poisoned as they stared at Sheyan.

Sheyan looked at the two men before speaking with deep sternness.

"Confess and I will kill you immediately. Otherwise I will spare you death.”

Such a phrase sounded somewhat contradictory, but on the contrary, an immense threat carefully hidden under it! Behind the words "Save you from death" were the unspoken words of tormenting one to a fate worse than death!!

Despite this, Prince started laughing like a madman until tears flowed.

"Sailor Yan, it's been a decade, a whole decade, yes, since we've been looking. Finally Ye has appeared. You know how scared we can think that you died? How would we face Harry if you die like that! How would we face my brothers who perished that night for no reason!”

Sheyan's pupils shrunk. Suddenly, he turned quickly after sensing an astronomical menace from behind. Immediately he noticed a three-masted ship, silently braving the winds and waves, gliding here out of the near darkness while leaping over the high swell of the waves.

On the bow of that 3-masted ship, there was a fierce man wearing a pirate hat. Standing completely erect as a weapon, his gaze pierced like an eagle; a look suffused with greater resentment and malevolence.

A bright silver glow emanated from his body, and guided by the point of this man's sword, his entire ship was cloaked in a layer of dull silver glow. The ship was heading straight for a collision with the anchored Hill Maiden!!!

"Ammand, you really showed up!!" Sheyan ground the words between her teeth. "Luckily I'm not out of my sleeve!"

"All hands close the hatches! Prepare for the collision!!"

BOOM! A sonic bang sounded! A huge hole was blown in the hull of the peacefully docked Hill Maiden. The entire ship was pushed 10 meters horizontally until its keel scraped half a meter deep on the sandy seabed.

Smoke and splinters of broken wood billowed through the air, accompanied by astonished screams and bloodthirsty screams.

Individuals were thrown backwards 5-6 meters into the air before landing a dozen meters away. Without the water below, these more than a dozen people would have fractured their skulls and been blood-soaked on land.

Before the aftermath of the collision wore off, nooses and grappling hooks fell from the other ship. After that, crowds of pirates silently walked over the ships on planks and ropes.

In the light of the bonfires the pirates could be seen with black cloths around their heads. All, without exception, grew beards and welded curved damask sabers to their hips!

Surprisingly, these pirates belonged to believers in Islam! These armed extremists were extraordinarily powerful. It seemed that Amman's praise as the Son of the Black Sea was not just an empty title, and he had relatively deep ties with various nations near the Black Sea. As a result, he managed to assemble such a fearsome pirate crew.

Waves of Hill Maiden pirates advanced to welcome the enemy. Some were tragically crushed shortly after the direct confrontation, as bright blades flashed in the air and copious blood spilled onto the wooden deck. Mutilated corpses lay on the ground beside the piercing sounds of sad moans. The blood-stank atmosphere attacked their noses. That was the crushing pressure you could feel.

At that moment Brother Black's AK rumble pierced the air. After a fire clip, he actually summoned two Viperwolf spirits; unleash these unearthly wild beasts to rip and devour and easily restrict the enemy's attack.

Even so, the chaotic and disordered battlefield was already littered with the bodies of Sheyan's pirate subordinates. Guts splattered far and wide, and her death was devastatingly miserable.

Despite suffering such an intense ambush in the middle of the night, the unity of Sheyan's crew remained remarkably surprising. If someone had replaced them with another pirate crew, they would have fallen apart long ago.

This was obviously related to Sheyan's modification of the Hill Maiden. Having completely abandoned the artillery aspect and changed their fighting style to naval combat, the Hill Maiden pirates were all fugitives, fearless of death. one can only imagine the power of their melee abilities.

Wondering at this, Sheyan couldn't help but sigh. Too bad the mightiest canbi conspired against it. If not, how could the situation be so catastrophic now?

Despite the suppression of Brother Black's firepower, Sheyan's crew gradually disintegrated; reveals a defeated moment. After all, Amman currently had a favorable advantage over the three conditions of war, time, geography, and social.

Luckily Philip now ordered his ten or so familiar ones into battle. Although he now wore a pirate identity, he hadn't discarded weapons like his Mauser rifle when he was a British Marine!

Therefore, it can be seen that these ten subordinates of Sheyan, ex-marines in pirate garb, perfectly organized themselves and started shooting. Smoke spiraled into the air as a wave of ravenous enemies immediately fell to the ground.

After a second's pause for breath, the barrels of the Mauser rifles again spat long flames of fire; unleash a stream of flaming lead bullets.

Philips showed no mercy at this point as his faction slashed down enemy pirates with ferocious firepower; Gain valuable buffer time for your other fellow pirates.

The trained Sheyan Pirates took this opportunity, howled fiercely again and charged forward, managing to repel the Ammand Pirates by several yards.

The tenacity and unyielding spirit of these fugitive pirates really surprised Ammand. He couldn't understand how these pirates actually exploded with such alarming force.

No doubt Ammand was unaware of the list of events orchestrated by Sheyan that have long been etched deep in the hearts of pirates. To those who gorged on gold, Sheyan gave gold generously. For those seeking power, Sheyan could drain power from the opponent and grant it to them.

The pirates who sailed the seas were all incomparably fierce brawlers. Of course, knowing their captain's eyes were on their backs, they risked their rotten lives for this huge opportunity. If they were successful, their wealth and power could be doubled! For such a lucrative business, who wouldn't want to put in a lot of effort!

As Ammand saw his advantage come to an unexpected halt next to Sheyan, his lip curled into a mischievous smile. He raised a curved damask saber in his hand and pointed it at the sky!

At that moment, Prince and Fenli, who were surrounded, were abruptly released and exploded. This time, with the help of three other pirate traitors around them, they attacked their "comrades" nearby.

At the same time, Ammand extended his finger before showing a black ring he was wearing openly, which exploded with a bang.

"Black sail! This is Fernandez's memory, I command you to fight alongside Prince and the others.

When Sheyan heard the name "Blacksail", Sheyan's heart trembled immediately. If Blacksail really became a traitor, this situation would become a crisis!!

Amman was really prepared. Right now, he was impalpably tying Sheyan and Reef from afar.

Like a war between two kings, it prevented both from acting blindly and without thinking. Otherwise, the trio would sink into a situation of incompetence when Ammand revealed another deadly atrocity. If that happened, even the chances of escape would vanish!

The status of this standoff was as follows: Canbi had been shot down and his fate was unknown. Ol'Seadog was a crippled member who was unable to fight. If Blacksail were a rat too, the ultimate consequence would be to abandon ship and flee for her life!

Hearing Amman's words, Blacksail reacted without the slightest emotion. "Yes."

Sheyan nodded happily after receiving a more satisfying reply before stroking Black Widow's head like he was a dog. He then nonchalantly poured Black Widow a few sips of rum and turned to leave.

Looking back, Black Widow's tiny, slender eyes revealed a hint of venom.

But at that moment, Sheyan suddenly whirled around, sneering at the once again cowardly and fearful-looking Dark Widow.

"I know you wish us dead, yes?"

Black Widow kept shaking her head and wailing.

"I've already answered everything you asked, it was absolutely true!"

Instead, Sheyan smiled slightly.

"Yes, I believe you are not deceiving me, your words are true. Frankly, you are a great schemer; apart from the fact that gypsies are extremely insidious. Trying to tempt us by describing exorbitant fees of 2-3 times the price, so they want us to look them up directly. So their goal for us is to perish for them, isn’t it?”

Black Widow's face immediately paled, but she persisted in her desperate struggle on her deathbed.

"It wasn't me, it really wasn't me!"

Sheyan narrowed her eyes and laughed; the same expression he had when raising a net full of restless fish in the real world.

"So maybe every pirate in Tortuga is a fool? Since they can earn more, why not sell directly to gypsies? Why would they allow these big trading centers to win? The only explanation is that only trading centers that have the skill and confidence can deal with gypsies; Only a powerful villain can stop being a villain!

Sheyan then began whispering imperceptibly in Black Widow's ears.

"Even though you are so contradictory, but based on the truthful information you have shared, I will allow you to keep a complete corpse."

Eye sockets seemed to burst apart, Black Widow howled fanatically.

"You're going to sink into Davy Jones' closet!"

Then Canbi advanced; He controlled Black Widow's chin and shamelessly twisted it. Kapa! With sleek agility, Black Widow's neck was snapped.

The four shrugged off their sleeves and said goodbye; none of them impeded his exit.

Brother Black then casually searched the tavern; fishing out a bulky looking bag while the rising tinkle of golden guineas echoed inside.

However, at that moment, the trio received the notification.

[You murdered Barbossa's Tortuga servant and ransacked his tavern]

[Her relationship with Barbossa crashed for 'Nemesis']

[Hidden main quest: 'Curse' activated]

[ Quest complete text : Barbossa and his mortal pirates are part of the crew of the Black Pearl, which tirelessly ponders the problem of breaking her physical curse. Therefore, they travel across the Caribbean Sea in search of scattered gold coins. So they don't have time to look for their problem. But sooner or later the curse of the Black Pearl will be lifted. At this point, be ready to face the wrath of the Black Pearl crew]

[Quest Goal: Secretly get an Aztec Gold* from the Curse of the Black Pearl and prevent Barbossa from breaking his curse]

(TN: Aztec Gold are the gold coins Barbossa needs to dispel the Black Pearl curse)

[Note: You must retain ownership of Aztec Gold for at least 3 days. After 3 days, each additional day increases the rating given by the kingdom. Limit: 1 week. ]

[Quest Deadline: 1 Month - If the deadline is met, you can use 10,000 Help Points to get an extra day of Quest Deadline. Maximum extension period: 7 days. The quest will fail after the seven days. ]

[Quest Failing Penalty: You will be hunted by the Black Pearl Pirates for 1 week. All your wealth acquired in this world will be deducted. ]

[Warning: There is a chance that this quest will conflict with other competitor's quests. ]

"This!" Sheyan whispered inwardly. "Ah, this is indeed an incredibly difficult mission that deserves a 'B+' rating. With the present knot, all Aztec gold is in two places.”

"Most of it would be in Barbossa's stone treasure chest on Isla de Muerte, while the last Aztec gold is the used medallion of the governor's daughter, Elizabeth Swann."

"For a stranger to reach Isla de Muerte, the quickest way would be to get into Jack Sparrow's hands this mystical tool - the compass that doesn't point north. The difficulty is unnecessary.

"On the contrary, buying Aztec Gold from the beautiful Elizabeth Swann may seem harmless, but never forget - man convinces the world, but woman convinces man."

In fact, the governor's beautiful daughter only has to convince two people.

One, the powerful son of a pirate, the future captain of the Flying Dutchman - Will Turner.

Second, Captain James Norrington, who was about to be promoted.

The former had excellent combat skills, while the latter had excellent command skills... Also, both individuals could very likely work together if someone conspired against them to destroy the common enemy.

"Hoi, dammit." Brother Black shrugged, apparently the most affected. "This is really terrible news, but luckily the good news is that we don't have to rush anymore. Then to hell with the deserting gypsies.

"Not." Sheyan answered suddenly. "That's why we have even more reason to find her!"

With that riot over, time was even tighter now.

At that moment, a few other merchant ships began to enter the harbor one after the other, while the Tortuga crowd swelled turbulently.

Sheyan and the crew hastily pushed through the crowd as they struggled toward a side slope.

The hillside was adorned with colorful caravans and distinctive peaked tents; intensely decorated in a bohemian style. A large bonfire lit up the area as people moved around various objects; with many veiled and head-covered women in the mix.

It can be said that most gypsies did not lead a life of luxury. They typically wore torn, worn gray or brown pants with holes in them exposing their mottled skin. They pulled thick and long ropes over their shoulders and used force to pull.

For these men, even though they are in their 30s, their physical appearance seems to have reached the 60s threshold. It was simply a challenge to deduce her real age.

They often wore brown wool caps or spotted felt hats. However, your malnourished bald hair strands would come alive when you detangle your barber. His deeply sunken eyes further justified his malnourished condition.

Just looking at the current exterior, it's inevitably a huge blessing that the Tortuga Pirates didn't try to intimidate these gypsies. Apparently nothing was shown that could stop the pirates.

However, if dangers were always displayed in glory, their threat would not be considered great. Because of this, Sheyan approached with heightened vigilance.

At that moment, Sheyan suddenly remembered the crystal ball Zi had used in battle. Her crystal ball could predict her rival's moves several seconds in advance, and it was possible she had acquired them from gypsies. Deity and crystal balls were also her forte.

Just as the four were moving deep into the gypsy camp, Canbi stopped a battered-looking man. Throwing 5 shillings of silver, he shamelessly demanded.

"Ahoy, buddy. I heard from the vast knowledge of the nomadic gypsies that you can identify all the boots?

The male took the silver coins and eyed them suspiciously. Then he whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Go immediately! Before anyone notices you!

The male then walked away, leaving Canbi stunned.

Hearing his words, Sheyan couldn't help but feel a strong sense of mystery down his back. For the trio, however, there was undoubtedly no turning back. After alerting Brother Black and Reef, he directed them.

"Let's go there."

In the center of this camp was a beautiful, colorful tent with the highest roof. A triangular flag was hoisted and fluttering on the peaked roof, scrawled with a colorful lipstick clown. The clown was painted upside down and looked rather odd.

The busy and complex state of the camp did not stop the trio from advancing. However, Sheyan noticed that the surrounding gypsies gave them pitying and sad looks.

After they got within 20 meters of this tent, they were approached by a middle-aged woman wrapped in a black headscarf. She looked at them briefly and asked.

"Strangers, don't you know that you have violated the customs of us gypsies? why did you come

Canbi duplicated his previous stage dialogue once more. Instead, this middle-aged woman responded without emotion.

"Wait here."

After instructing it, she turned and entered the tent before exiting shortly after. So, she announced coldly.

"Jiejie* directs me to welcome our guests."

(TN: The author uses Jiejie (节节) as the title of the gypsy leader. Similar to queen or chief etc.)

The trio just wished for a smooth completion of this main quest, so such despicable treatment didn't really bother them. Also, they had already clearly informed Canbi what to do.

Biting their lip, they allowed Canbi to negotiate with her while the trio watched in silence from the side.

Canbi then pulled out a tiny black cloth. Upon opening, its contents were surprisingly those giant sargassum seeds that Blacksail had previously offered to Sheyan.

Irradiated by the flickering flame, the surface of the seeds was impregnated with a cyan-black metallic sheen; looks extraordinarily strange.

Sheyan had previously concluded. If the gypsies were a significant connection to this occult quest, then it was very likely that these seeds were an important trigger object of a quest. The same seeds that were related to those giant sargassum and the chupacabra. So they decided to try it here.

When the gypsy woman with the black scarf saw it, her face changed drastically as she immediately reached out to take it. Instead, Canbi nudged her roughly and warned her menacingly.

"Arghh, I didn't let you touch him!"

When she was pushed aside, the gypsy in the black headscarf became quite irritated. She immediately let out a piercing giggle and looked Canbi in the eye. Gradually, Canbi's implacable behavior unraveled, turning into confusion, then embarrassment, and finally utter loss. The woman's voice, initially cold and piercing, turned into a soft and sweet voice.

"Aren't you going to report me? As soon as you let go you will feel your right hand getting heavier...extremely heavy, to the point where you are overwhelmed. Then you will find an ax to chop off your useless hand..."

"Hypnosis?!!!" This term immediately went through the trio's mind!

This gypsy in the black scarf was truly cruel at heart. Canbi only pushed her with his right hand, but did she really plan to hypnotize him into cutting off his hand?

Seeing Canbi surrender his tiny black cloth bag as he fell into his shot, Reef marched forward to block it.

Instead, this gypsy with the black scarf fished out an object and spun around quickly with a snap of her fingers, an incredibly thin but sharp object.

Reef snorted as he grabbed the oncoming object, but blood immediately seeped through the gaps in his fingers. This object was actually a 3 of clubs poker card!

To be able to hurt Reef, the sharpness of this poker card was in no way inferior to an ordinary knife blade.

No wonder ordinary pirates did not dare to deal with gypsies. Just a casual woman alone, she possessed hypnotic arts from the spirit field and was even endowed with long-range offensive methods in the form of throwing poker cards. His true skill was enough to make you cringe.

For Reef, however, such an injury was only skin deep as he continued to advance. The face of the middle-aged woman in the black headscarf drooped as she repeatedly moved her fingers.

This time three poker cards whistled in as they grazed Reef's neck, chest and arm; cut deep into your flesh!

For mere mortals, that would be a fatal blow. However, as his blood glistened as it reflected the fire's glow, Reef shook his fist as if untouched. Hitting the woman's face, she was thrown 2-3 meters.

When that wretched woman went upstairs again, her black veil was already speckled with ocher; obviously stained by a bloody nose or by coughing up blood from the devastating blow.

"Although I've never been proactive about a woman, that doesn't mean you can take advantage of my soft heart!"

At the same time that this woman was hit while flying, Canbi's hypnotic state was dissipated. With a blank expression, he looked down at his hands.

Suddenly he grabbed his head before moaning incessantly while showing a pained face. Possibly this was the acute headache of the hypnosis.

By this point, Reef had already removed the poker cards stuck in his body and dropped them on the floor. Meanwhile, Sheyan's attention was on the three blood-soaked poker cards on the floor. Recognizing them as the 4, 5 and 6 of clubs, his eyes took on a thoughtful look before mumbling something to Mogensha.

"Bring Canbi and leave this place first. Reef and I have increased physique and increased resistance to anomalous effects; Attempting to hypnotize us would by no means be an easy task. Most importantly, of course, having an AK hidden in the dark would give us a greater sense of security.”

Brother Black nodded as his smile bared his pearly white teeth, then left with Canbi.

For now, Reef and Sheyan have already caught the attention of most, while the other two didn't hiccup during the game.

Meanwhile, this gypsy woman in the black headscarf had entered the tent after giving them a lewd look. Shortly thereafter, 5-6 more women left the big tent one after the other.

Sheyan noticed the woman walking in the middle. She was wrapped in a headscarf of a combination of red, yellow and green colors; while her veil was pure white, barely revealing a red dot between her eyebrows reminiscent of a vermilion birthmark. Raising a crystal ball in her hands, mesmerizing illusory shades of scarlet and violet were condensed within; floating mystical with countless changes, as if it had a world within itself.

Besides her, the women accompanying her wore red or white headscarves and were masked with veils of the same color. Although they also kept crystal balls, regardless of volume or mystical quality, theirs were far inferior to the middle woman's crystal ball.

The first woman was wrapped in a white headscarf. She looked at Reef and announced grimly.

"Stranger, would you go so far as to rob a diviner saint? Prepare to receive Luzhina's punishment."

Reef snorted in response.

"It was your old hag who attacked me first."

This woman in the white scarf immediately became visibly angry as she twisted her wrist and pulled out a poker card in her palm. At this point, however, Sheyan suddenly interrupted.

"Wait."

But unexpectedly, this woman with the flowered headscarf and the white veil called immediately.

"Hope!"

The reason this gypsy fortune teller conformed to him was that the present Sheyan stood peacefully where he was with his right arm outstretched. In the gap between the thumb and forefinger was a seed that shone with a cyan-black metallic sheen.

When Sheyan applies her power, one can imagine the semen being completely crushed and juices pouring out.

"Very good." Sheyan laughed. "Finally I have a chance to speak. But please rest assured, I'm not a long-winded person."

“First we wanted to see if you recognize this unknown seed. It seems that you gypsies, as expected, recognize him.

"Next, I wouldn't mind selling it... but at a price that suits me, of course."

“After all, I really am a small person. Should it come to such an inharmonious case as a bodily injury, then my dissatisfaction can only be expressed by changing the price. Listen to your gypsies; For every attack you make, I double my selling price.

Talking this far, Sheyan paused and smiled slightly before continuing sincerely.

“So our starting price for this seed is 10,000 guineas. Therefore…."

Sheyan then turned to this middle-aged woman in a black headscarf, whom Reef had earlier attacked.

"Your previous offense left me disgusted, so the price is doubled to 20,000 guineas. Your previous failed attack was already worth 10,000 guineas, so think carefully before you make your next move... because if you don't kill me, be prepared to pay 40,000 guineas.

At that time, the first woman in a white headscarf, Luzhina, mocked.

"In any country, from the first sunrise to the last sunset, I have never seen such an ignorant and impudent idiot as you."

Accompanying her toned down speech, two rapidly spinning poker cards came out of Luzhina's hand. Unlike the cards before, his two poker cards twirled with a traumatizing high-pitched screech that could intimidate the soul.

The poker cards glided with a slightly noticeable trajectory, cutting sharply from both sides. With no time to spare, two long strips of wounds were carved in Reef's back; while the blood spurted horizontally.

However, after the cards passed Reef, it oddly flew up and turned around before attacking Reef again. as if it had an intelligence of its own!

That's when Reef pushed right first as he placed his "faith guard" over him. He ducked his head and charged at Luzhina.

For some unknown reason, however, Sheyan could only watch as Reef's loading speed decreased more slowly to its maximum; basically similar to running on site.

Apparently, without realizing it, Reef was already suffering from an illusory influence; Manipulating your perception of distance in your brain to experience a huge imbalance.

"Oh? Illusion?” A mischievous smile appeared in unison on Sheyan's and Reef's lips.

Since the fight against Uzel and Lille, Party Ace has reflected on this painful experience and discussed countless times how to deal with such a bogus situation in the future. They even listed several solutions.

As for Reef's choice, he went for the most basic and uncomplicated solution!

He took a deep breath until his chest swelled exorbitantly and let out an insane roar into the sky!

Devastating heart roar!!!

Currently, Reef's Shattering Cardiac Roar's radius had already improved to a relatively large radius, with Luzhina being within that affected radius. Despite being on the limit, she still suffered from the damage. Her face turned pale as she took a few steps back. In this case, your illusion has been broken.

Reef immediately moved forward. Considering his only desire to accomplish this primary task, he didn't reach for the lightsaber, but just slashed the shield; He punched Luzhina hard in the face before adding a forward kick.

Screaming in bitterness, Luzhina was kicked to the ground while rolling over like a pumpkin. Only after a long pant where she had landed, she slowly came back.

Without lifting an eyelid, Sheyan announced nonchalantly.

"Next. But first let me issue a warning. This seed has already ballooned to 40,000 guineas. If you still dare attack us, it would be 80,000 guineas."

Luzhina suddenly screeched wildly like a fox.

"Attack together! It's two people max, I can't believe it.....you idiot!!!!!!”

"Shovel!" A soft squeeze sounded!

Sheyan pinched right at the semen trapped between her fingers, the greenish juice squirting in all directions. Without the slightest concern, he shook off the sticky juice. He then began staring at the gypsy fortune teller, who appeared to be shaking with anger as he sneered smugly.

"I forgot to add a point - we only accept individual challengers, not group fights."

As he announced, Sheyan pulled out another seed and pinched it between his fingers with great composure. So, he explained callously.

"Maybe the gypsies still see me as a person who speaks without thinking, why not question the validity of my words again?"

Realizing the shamelessness of Sheyan's method, these gypsy soothsayers dared not a single step.

Should they fail again, the increase from the current 40,000 guineas would certainly be significant. More importantly, who said this devilish man, who understood their intentions, wouldn't crush another seed? Who could bear such responsibility for this?

Instead, at that moment, the woman with the three-colored scarf came out with a look of caution.

"Who are you?"

Sheyan laughed and answered.

"You must be the Jiejie of the gypsies? I'm just a merchant. Oh? I thought you made your move, huh?

It turns out that after saying the word "dealer," Sheyan suddenly felt his whole world melt away. Everything was blurry and the only clarity was Jiejie's indistinct pairs of pupils. Aside from that blood red dot above those pupils, it looked like his crystal ball had turned into a world!

These three clears are then connected in a straight line with three dots. In the blink of an eye, they moved back and forth while emitting beams of light.

At the moment, Jiejie's red dot looked like the ruler of Sheyan's world! As for all other things, they all unraveled without exception.

Unnoticed until that moment, pulses of feverish palpitations shook his heart, and a rich taste of rust and fish's blood rose to his tongue. Such a feeling was completely alien to him, but Sheyan didn't try to ward it off.

Memories dissolved in her head in an instant. They felt like a book rapidly flipping through an endless repertoire of currents, as if the memories of their entire lives were rapidly dissolving, peeling off and finally forgotten!

This was the Gypsy Spirit's most impressive offensive ability - Divine's Obscure Sanskrit, Deprivation of Memory!

This whole process of memory loss would be completely irreversible. Once hardships hit Sheyan's opening chapter; the fragment of memory that he was born as a child, his mind would become blank, utterly blank of all personal memories.

In fact, these seeds in Sheyan's possession were what the gypsies had been looking for for a full two years.

Seeing that Sheyan had committed the sin of crushing a seed, Jiejie published his "Memory Deprivation" without hesitation; intends to completely destroy Sheyan, leaving him confused and eventually eliminating him! Anything to stop him from repeating his act of destroying more seeds!

"I started my first journey when I was thirteen..."

"Sanzi really tried to steal this lollipop from me when he was eleven."

"Eight years. Okay, I had a fever, so Uncle Dasi carried me to the hospital.

"Six years old, oh, that shrimp stung my hand..."

"Three years, oh what did I do when I was three?"

„……“

During the memory deprivation, Sheyan's memories were quickly combed through and transcribed. Not a single memory fragment was left out. Once the process reached the day of his birth, his memories would be erased and the spell would take effect.

It was like Sheyan was reviewing her whole life and reliving the sorrows, joys and laughter. In such a state, Sheyan felt a dry sensation in her mouth as she unconsciously licked her lips.

Back in Jiejie's perspective after casting this skill, she was completely unable to navigate through her enemy's memories. However, she could feel the wild man's eyes growing weary. However, they still exuded unwavering confidence.

Maybe it wasn't eyes, but a burning flame; as if touching him would set her on fire.

"What's up?" Jiejie suddenly felt an astronomical resistance to his spirit.

Her eyes widened as she looked into her crystal ball. She could see the purple rays within it, moving rapidly, as if thousands of fishlike rays were chasing each other.

“This… this amnesia has reached its final stage. Judging by this man's age, he should have caught up on his childhood memories or his third year. But, but even if my magic failed, it wouldn't create such intense ripples in the crystal ball."

"What is that... the eyes of... the fool*????" Various terms suddenly swept through Jiejie's sea of ​​thoughts.

(TN:*The fool is one of the tarot card characters)

Suddenly! The rays emitted by the crystal ball flashed blindingly before the ball exploded into millions of crystal dust!

In Sheyan's confused eyes, it was as if a volcano had erupted with magma of brutality and fanaticism. A shock wave erupted in a flash as these veiled women were violently and abruptly blown away!

It was at this point that participants finally noticed that while the skin of these nomadic gypsy fortune tellers appeared smooth and supple, their faces had aged significantly. Her wrinkles were as deep as lacerations where they looked like old witches on the brink of death!

Back in the spirit world he was trapped in, in a split second, Sheyan suddenly let out a fanatical howl at the sky; impale a terrible multicolored tide that seemed to converge on an imposing and challenging mountain range. He rampantly shattered the skies while ruthlessly suppressing the spirit world of this gypsy fortune teller!!

After Sheyan unleashed their fanatical howls, the gypsy soothsayers, including their leader Jiejie, staggered back in unison, their faces ashen; as if pulsations of deadly waves were being forced against them.

After a long time, Sheyan finally stopped his prolonged howling, lying lifeless where he was. He then surveyed the area before suspiciously inquiring on the party channel.

"What the hell happened?"

With admiration on his face, Reef apparently spat out a mouthful of blood before wiping the sweat away and answering softly.

“Boss, you suddenly screamed and shattered these women's crystal balls. Also, it looks like you hit them hard."

Sheyan was stunned.

"Did something like that happen? But I…"

When Sheyan spoke this far, her voice ended spontaneously. Suddenly he remembered his earlier experience - the scene of his memoirs rushing through his mind like a current like reading a book. That should have been an impressive skill of the gypsy soothsayer.

However, his last memories abruptly cut short when he was six years old, followed by blank spaces that gave away the slightest clue!

However, knowing the dangerous situation they were in, Sheyan didn't stop with such thoughts. Instead, he turned to the group of frightened and indecisive gypsy fortune tellers before snapping in cold blood.

“Okay, since the excellent Jiejie made her move, I guess this seed's rating has gone up to 80,000 guineas? Or maybe our dear gypsies want it to go up further to 160,000 guineas?

Jiejie replied abruptly.

"You don't need that, you already have the prerequisites for fair treatment with us. It turns out that there is someone who has no destiny in this world. Please insert."

The band of aged women then again covered themselves with their veils.

From the outside, they definitely weren't over 40, regardless of skin color, shape, or voice! It was not known how they managed to maintain such a state. But even if someone were to use their buttocks to think about it, it could presumably link them to the depressed, low-status men out there.

Sheyan and Reef watched a woman lift the curtains of the huge tent and exchanged looks before entering the tent.

Though Sheyan was experienced and knowledgeable, upon entering he could not help but breathe icy air.

From the outside, this spacious and luxuriously decorated tent seemed to occupy an area of ​​200-300 square meters at most. However, after the duo entered, they found that the true footprint of this tent was just awful. It has been scaled to thousands of square feet.

Meanwhile, Jiejie, who had just entered, sat on a throne several tens of meters away.

Sheyan and Reef took deep breaths. After scanning and advancing a few steps, they indicated that there was no anomaly.

After getting within 10 meters of Jiejie, four beams suddenly screech out of the curtains behind his throne. As the rays gleamed in her eyes, she was reflexively reminded of the fiery glow of the setting sun.

As the curtains opened on either side, Sheyan and Reef immediately saw two massive sculptures; erected left and right behind Jiejie's throne.

The two sculptures reached a height of 5 to 6 meters. The one on the left had a head resembling a huge elephant, with the body of a brave warrior. Muscles bulging, he single-handedly pressed the shaft of an ax to his hip. To someone's surprise, this perfectly mimicked sculpture still had bloodstains on the axe; looked like blood was about to drip. A sweet looking girl had wrapped herself around the elephant's huge nose, and this girl also wore a tricolor veil with a red dot between her eyebrows; just like Jiejie.

Gypsies come from a tribe in Punjab, India. The elephant had a significant identity in Indian history and culture - a deity to which allegiance was sworn. So much so that the Kachwaha dynasty of Jaipur even established the elephant as the nation's authority and ceremonial symbol. It seemed these gypsies had not abandoned their native culture and led them to even greater fame.

The sculpture on the left was an ox that looked extremely fierce and powerful. He was clad in spiked armor and his entire body was bathed in pure white. Many vengeful spirits were carved beneath his four hooves while maintaining a posture in which he buried his head and was ready to strike with his horns; fuel his twisted malevolence. In desperation, these spirits climbed onto the bison's hooves, as if begging for mercy or weeping bitterly.

In Hinduism, the status of an ox was more or less what a dragon was in China. To give a simple example, the god of destruction in Hinduism, Shiva, had a mount that was a Herculean white ox!

The two sculptures were perfectly carved, so much so that even the detailed lines of the veins were evident. The stone material used to make these sculptures was extremely odd, looking like granite but also basalt. In any case, its stone composition differed from all surrounding buildings; exuding an unfathomably juicy realism. In addition, the war oxen were made of an exquisite white material.

Remarkably, large gems were inlaid around the eyes of the war oxen and elephant, where the rays cast on Sheyan and Reef probably came from the two carvings. The rays reflected from the two sculptures were truly mesmerizing and vividly menacing.

Then Jiejie raised his hands and clapped his hands. Behind them, four servants lifted a huge basket.

Under the light of flickering torches, the reflection of bright yellow gold coins blinded the eyes of onlookers. Each guinea weighed about 12 grams, while 80,000 guineas weighed 800 kilograms. The strength of his four servants was truly remarkable.

Sheyan went to the front for a brief inspection before bluntly stowing the 80,000 guineas in the party's storeroom.

The Gypsies present were very shocked at the sudden disappearance of these guineas. Already extremely wary of this, their vigilance increased in the face of such an anomaly.

Sheyan wasn't planning on paying off his debt as he retrieved a giant Sargasso Seed and gave it to Jiejie.

When Jiejie received the seed and carefully examined it, he nodded sincerely before surprisingly starting to place the seed on the human-elephant carving behind it.

Not knowing if he was hallucinating, Sheyan watched as that seed amazingly dissolved into the sculpture!

His pupils shrunk, but he pretended not to be bothered in the slightest. So he spent.

“I am pleased that a successful deal could finally be concluded. This represents the basic sincerity between both parties to the transaction. Since it is so, I have decided to sell you another seed that the gypsies are demanding.

When she heard Sheyan's words, Jiejie's face immediately turned serious.

"You already have two Ocean Eggs on display, do you have more?"

Sheyan smiled humbly. Blacksail had contributed a total of six giant sargassum seeds to Sheyan. At the moment one has been sold while the other has been crushed leaving only four seeds.

Sheyan then placed everything in her palm; reveals its mesmerizing splendor.

A lighthearted expression came over Jiejie's face and she asked immediately.

"Did you pick those oceanic eggs yourself?"

Sheyan made a rather impatient expression on his face as he answered.

"As a matter of fact. If those damn vines weren't in my way, I wouldn't have bothered."

Jiejie asked doubtfully.

"Did you really manage to escape the chupacabra's clutches?"

Sheyan replied haughtily.

“I am the third helmsman on the Flying Dutchman. Compared to our Paul, the little worm is not worth mentioning!

At that point, Jiejie finally showed an enlightened demeanor as he smiled crookedly.

"Then that is it. Our brave warriors may hunt the mightiest beast on the continents, but the mysteries and lethality of the sea we cannot overcome. Define your terms, foreigner. I'll take all four fruits, but please don't mistake our eagerness for weakness."

Sheyan ate a fruit and answered.

"I need another 80,000 guineas."

Jiejie immediately ordered the transport of another 80,000 guineas. It seems that these gypsies have actually reaped immense fortunes before.

Sheyan then pinched the next fruit.

"We'll treat that as fortune-telling... only if you're ok with it, of course."

Jiejie paused to think before answering.

“Perhaps the world believes that our deity is omnipotent, but I have to inform you that this is a misunderstanding. You must first disclose the necessary content for divination so that we can assess whether we can guess for you. However, I cannot guarantee that a definitive result will be displayed.”

Sheyan met his eyes before answering word after word.

"I need the exact coordinates of a treasure island."

"Treasure Island? Which Treasure Island? Jiejie was quite perplexed.

"This Treasure Island! It must be told you, the Treasure Island that houses the treasures of the Black Pearl.” Sheyan shifted her gaze to Jiejie. "Can you guess that?"

"Tch" Hearing his statement, Jiejie snorted abruptly before waving his hand dismissively.

A red headscarf and a woman with a red veil came out from the side. When, unknown, a stack of tarot cards was hovering right above his head. Golden sparkles shone through when the set was shared and appeared to contain pure gold tarot cards!

Then the woman with the red scarf sat down in a chair nearby. When the deck was shaken, a large #22 card fell out - the "Major Arcana" card. Then she began to recite an incantation in a rapid and confused tone.

She then allowed Sheyan to draw a card from the deck before drawing another card herself - "Minor Arcana" card #56. She then allowed Sheyan to draw 3 more cards. Finally, a crystal ball entered the field. As Sheyan pressed her hand to the crystal ball, the woman in the red veil began to tremble completely. Gradually, inside the crystal ball, the shape of a treasure island took shape; Not a minute later she announced the coordinates of the island!

Sheyan nodded slightly while memorizing the coordinates. He then threw the huge sargassum seed in his hand to Jiejie.

"I hope these coordinates are accurate."

Jiejie replied arrogantly.

“Tarot cards can reveal the mysteries of the cosmos, it is impossible for them to make mistakes. Rather, it's the treasure-blind individuals like you who need to remain cautious. Knowing the coordinates is useless. Barbossa's pirate crew is neither alive nor dead. They are not even afraid of Davy Jones. After infiltrating their treasury and looting their treasures, they would surely feel it! Across the Caribbean Sea, no ship can match the speed of the Black Pearl! It is impossible to escape their pursuit!”

"Those are issues to worry about." Sheyan bowed politely. "But I am grateful for your advice."

Jiejie soltou uma risada rouca.

"That's why I want to trade more oceanic eggs with you next year as well. A dead man tells no stories.

Sheyan nibbled on another "ocean egg" while continuing to make his demands.

“I am aware of the extensive knowledge of the gypsies, in addition to their divination skills. I have a journal in my possession, one with content that can only be accessed by deciphering a code. Perhaps you can help me decipher its contents?”

Jiejie nodded and replied.

"Then let me go through what you need to decode."

Sheyan then went on to produce the Diary of Morgan Fokke, which he has not been able to play to this day.

When he pulled out the diary, Jiejie immediately got up from his throne; her expression turned shocked. The two savage sculptures protecting her back seemed to come alive with increased malevolence, as if transcending the realms of time and space and being reborn!

"The devilish, vengeful lamentations emanating from this journal!!! Such a terrible curse! The one who sealed it... no! No human could seal something like that. Such immense power, it is something a skinny person cannot achieve!”

Jiejie then honestly shook his head and replied.

"I apologize, I will not disclose the content to you. Although ocean eggs are of vital importance to us… to insult such an impressive existence over a single ocean egg is unimaginable!”

Sheyan laughs back.

“If I heard you right, you just mentioned it; Don't you want to unravel its content, and not that it's impossible?"

Not wanting to decipher and not being able to decipher were of course opposites. The former indicates restraint, albeit attainable, but the latter addresses the issue of ability.

Jiejie antwortete.

"Yes. Although the existence that sealed this journal is powerful, that existence did not directly interact with this journal. Instead, this existence has used a blood vessel to place a cursed sigil and bypass the confines of space with tremendous spiritual curse power, unlocking the sigil is not impossible.”

Sheyan said nothing. Instead, he showed her two ocean eggs.

However, Jiejie maintained his determination by shaking his head.

Sheyan's next look then revealed a hint of stealth in him.

"The reason your people can't harvest those ocean eggs is because of the hindrance from the evil chupacabra, right? His insatiable appetite manifested itself as a miserly indulgence for these mystical fruits. Honestly, this sinister sea creature is difficult to subdue and the only way to deal with it would be the titanic Kraken Paul. But even the impressive gypsies cannot change Davy Jones's mind.

Jiejie antwortete.

"You're right, what are you implying?"

Sheyan then fished the chupacabra's severed tail from its interstitial storage. It fell to the ground, still dripping with blood.

"That's the tail of a chupacabra. If you manage to acquire this tail, you can ask an alchemist to create an ointment that gives off the scent of a chupacabra. Imagine putting this ointment on their bodies; The chupacabra has extremely poor eyesight and will usually distinguish its enemies by their scent. With that, harvesting oceanic eggs would no longer be a problem. Of course, the dangers remain, but your current passivity will be eliminated!”

As the saying goes, give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; Teach a man to fish and you feed him for life. Buying these ocean eggs should be the last resort while the best method is always to collect these mystical eggs yourself.

As he delivered his speech, every gypsy woman in the tent seemed to catch his breath. This lure had already become an absolute requirement!

A gypsy fortune teller in a white shawl interrupted him out of nowhere.

"The authenticity of this needs to be established."

Sheyan simply laughed in response to the fortune teller's suspicions.

"Continue."

This gypsy fortune teller looked like an expert. She leaned forward for a careful inspection, then finally nodded and announced.

"It's real, this tail was actually cut off from a live chupacabra. Also, oddly enough, it retained its freshness as if it had been cut. With that tail, it's actually possible for an alchemist to create a salve that mimics her scent."

Jiejie paced the tent. A fierce battle of ideas was evidently raging in his heart. Then she suddenly explained.

"Anyway, it is out of the question to offend this invincible existence that placed the sigil. If not, our problems will never end. Although impossible to remove, we can reduce the strength of this seal to its weakest state. From there, you can search for a priest, or simply sprinkle holy water on it to open it. That's the best we can do.”

asked Sheyan stupidly.

"But how do I know that you have reduced the seal's strength to its weakest state?"

Jiejie bufou e se irritou.

"We gypsies never resort to deception!"

Sheyan thought before answering.

"Good! But I will watch the ritual from start to finish."

Several gypsies looked at each other before calming down.

"It's not a problem. Instead, remember that no reckless movements or noises are to be made and only you are allowed to stay.

Reef then bluntly shrugged in regret as he turned to leave the tent. Then Sheyan laughed.

"It's a deal."

After a series of hasty preparations; The torches in the tent were extinguished and people left. Only 12 Gypsy fortune tellers remained in a circle, fingers crossed in front of their chests. Mumbling incessantly with her lips, the two sculptures behind the throne were surrounded from within.

Suddenly these two sculptures exuded a lively feeling. As bright as the fiery sunset, four dazzling rays cascaded from the four pupils of the sculptures; Cauterize distinct lines burned into the ground. An indescribable stabbing pain tormented the eyes of the spectators who looked at her.

Within this ritual circle, a first form gradually arose after a long time; Terrifyingly, he shows the outline of a six-sided satanic star!

Moments later, a red-veiled soothsayer let out an oddly hoarse, high-pitched squeak.

Outside, several armored warriors entered with an emotionless demeanor while escorting a man masked in a black headscarf.

Sheyan's current expression turned serious as he realized he had underestimated the Gypsies' difficulty in weakening the seal. Shockingly, looking at the current scene, were you about to engage in human sacrifice?

As Sheyan thought, these armored warriors pierced their blades into the man's back before thrusting him into the ritual circle.

Although the strength of these warriors could not be considered great, Sheyan realized that they had their blades rammed into his heart; a clean execution of direct death. Also, it was no coincidence that blood spurted from the man's word. These warriors were clearly professional assassins.

13 corpses stacked in a row within the ritual circle.

A helpless display of horror ensued as blood soaked the ritual circle, flesh and foam spilled over. The blood oozed and intertwined within the ritual circle as if sentient, and looked utterly dreadful; as if a giant within this hexagonal star formation had been shot down and turned into a dying loop.

Black mist gradually began to emanate from the ritual circle, along with the rumbling rumble from underground; as if a colossal being were fighting fiercely within.

Without knowing why, this huge tent howled with the sounds of the wind and brewed with wild intent; Gradually, the wind cut their faces, causing pain like a red-hot knife.

Clear cracks could be seen through gaps in the black mist erupting from the center of this ritual circle; like something was bouncing up and down.

Very fast. A gigantic egg emerged, formed from the decomposing flesh and blood of these 13 corpses. The surface of the egg looked like a mutilation, with tortured, crying faces whirling around the periphery, emitting bitter, piercing wails.

At that time, Jiejie threw the "Diary of Morgan Fokke" into the ritual circle.

Immediately 4-5 cracks ruptured, creating an opening at the top of this gigantic egg. Black mist of blood poured out of the opening, levitating the "Diary of Morgan Fokke" in the air.

In this case, Sheyan could watch vividly; Square layers of glitter were incredibly messy in Diary of Morgan Fokke. Layer upon layer, this square glow piled up and interwoven as if enclosing the bonds of time and space. Such a scene subconsciously gave the impression of dark clouds and lightning in the vast sky.

A long stream of redundant phrases was recited from Jiejie's mouth; a language apparently foreign to Sheyan. Jiejie recited with unprecedented fluency, his words and tone giving the impression that he was trying to warp time and confuse one's vision.

At that moment, Sheyan was irrationally reminded of rap by African-American rappers; while Jiejie could certainly become world famous in the real world in this particular field.

As Jiejie's vocals began to synchronize with the cadence, this giant egg gradually burst into flames with giant flames. The grotesque faces began to deform as their mangled surface melted; Letting out a "sizzz sizzz" squeak as it dripped onto the floor. The indigo vapors are saturated without spreading.

Under the continued fumigation from the indigo fumes, the layers of square glow that covered the "Diary of Morgan Fokke" began to darken. Then the layers began to peel off and scatter into the atmosphere, like glass breaking; project a sense of quiet secrecy.

However, the fleshy composition of the giant egg decreased rapidly. Despite this, Jiejie was already well prepared, as she repeatedly requested that black-masked men be escorted to the slaughter. Therefore, the problem of malnutrition and energy replacement did not arise.

At that moment, Sheyan finally understood why these gypsy men looked despondent and lifeless.

In fact, they lived in such precarious conditions. Even for talented and promising men, in the face of such apathetic and merciless oppression, they could only decay with age.

As he watched the layers of the seal being removed...when the last layer was just around the corner, Jiejie finally let out a sigh. Then she spoke in a low voice.

"Once this layer is removed, the last remaining layer contains the lingering soul of Morgan Fokke. While his vengeance is greatly spurred on by the removal of these sigil layers, he himself remains relatively insignificant.”

"Oh." Sheyan responded and continued.

"I understand. The strong fighting spirit of a heart can elevate a warrior, but a dagger can still easily pierce his heart.”

Jiejie nodded and guessed.

“Find a church, a priest, or just sprinkle holy water on it. Help your master's vengeful soul find peace. Nevertheless, I must inform you. This process will still be as dangerous as before.

Sheyan stood up humbly and thanked him.

"Your advice will be vital to me..."

However, just before the sealing layer was broken, an opaque mist suddenly appeared within the 6-sided star ritual circle. Immediately afterwards, an unfathomable, freezing feeling gripped everyone present.

If you looked now, you found that the ritual circle was surprisingly surrounded by a thin layer of ice. The thin sheet of ice condensed rapidly while emitting icy crackles. Brilliant and shimmering like a sapphire, its surface emanated plumes of icy steam before rapidly spreading to the huge egg at its center.

The fortune teller whom Reef had hit earlier suddenly let out a sad cry.

At the same time, they bowed to the two sculptures near Jiejie with another fortune teller at the same time; touch the respective sides of these sculptures. One can observe how the four rays emanating from the sculpture's eyes become more robust at this moment, while the layer of ice surrounding the ritual circle of the hexagonal star gradually begins to dissolve.

Instead, Sheyan noticed that the smooth, exposed skin of the two fortunetellers was rapidly deteriorating, degenerating into the exact sagging, wrinkled state of their faces. It looked like they were using their vitality to support the magical powers of the two mysterious sculptures!

Eventually, after the giant flesh-egg's continuous gassing of the indigo mist, the sealing layer on the "Diary of Morgan Fokke" finally dissolved.

Sighs of relief were heard from everyone, but at that very moment, a melancholic and sustained whinny pierced the air!

Sheyan's pupils contracted. He had heard that particular whinny before.

It was shocking, the neighing of that Herculean demonic horse - Momore*!

(TN:*Recap, Momore is Bernard Fokke's horse, the mountain that little Lord Fokke rode in Volume 2)

According to the theory, what is now the port of Turtuga had been completely decimated and reduced to a small fishing village. Since Little Lord Fokke's campaign against the Black Pearl in what was originally a vibrant port, both sides have suffered devastatingly.

Whether little Lord Fokke and his demon horse Momore would survive was still a questionable question, objectively speaking. That's why Sheyan never took this man and this horse into his heart.

To be honest, Sheyan was more wary of Ammand than Little Lord Fokke!

Sheyan really couldn't be blamed for that neglect. Back in Turtuga harbour, he watched this gentleman only from afar; without knowing anything about Little Fokke's abilities.

Only now did Sheyan realize a fact - he had completely underestimated the abilities of this defeated "Lord". How many people could actually attack the Black Pearl?

Momore's long drawn out whinny echoed in the ears of all present before boundless pressure erupted from the darkness of this tent!

A weak and inhospitable Inhuman voice echoed through the air.

"Who, you dare break my seal?"

"Who, you're trying in vain to meddle in the secrets of the Fokke clan?"

“I sing of death; the indulgence of death, the dictator of death!”

"You fool your senses with vanities, but the onslaught of death is undeniable!!"

When that voice appeared, a disturbing and awe-inspiring sound echoed through the room of the gypsy tent. It was like the booming rumble of a large flag raised high.

Resembling an imperial tent, this gypsy apparently used advanced space magic to expand the inner layer of this tent. From that perspective, it definitely contained an ability that could isolate the magical aura of that place.

As a result, although the formidable Little Lord Fokke could transmit his thoughts a thousand miles through this journal, he was unable to sense the specific location of the outside world!

However, Sheyan suddenly felt a surge of tremendous crisis as hairs on her body began to stand on end; Your instincts spur your desire to dodge. Immediately, he felt a vague danger slide out of the darkness over his shoulders.

Meanwhile, Jiejie began singing a bizarre, unspeakable syllabus. Four enlarged poker cards can be seen floating in the air showing the "3 of Clubs", "3 of Hearts" and "3 of Diamonds". They traded in midair around her, blocking her front like a mountain.

Though the four poker cards were destroyed in a split second, that imposing and inhospitable voice echoed once more. However, the voice seemed to gradually disappear.

"Avoid thinking you can hide! If you have the courage to remove the final seal, the Fokke clan's vengeance will haunt your body. To the ends of the earth you must follow the scent of her vitality, wielding death and stealing her soul at the same time.”

After the last word was spilled, the icy aura quickly retreated as the ice sheet melted.

However, the giant flesh-egg had already withered while the black mist still hovered in the air; before turning into a concrete illusion, as if everyone is trapped in a cave. Soon the mist formed a majestic arched doorway ahead of them.

On either side of the archway were two tomb-like structures that reached a height of 5 meters and a radius of 40 square meters; neatly built with black bricks. A deep door opened in the middle; pitch black and unfathomable. Only darkness was filled with darkness, fueling an urgent desire to run.

A dense mass of red dots filled the ceiling of this arched passageway. After approaching it with a low-powered flashlight taken from the wall and examining it carefully, one could see that strange gecko-like creatures were scattered across the cave's ceiling.

A strange wind was brewing, but temporarily prevented it; the idea of ​​being blocked by countless furtive and hostile red pupils was enough to send a chill down the spine.

Then a stiff, deathly pale, formidable hand stretched out of the darkness!

Her fingers pointed vertically at each gift!

At that moment, everyone felt like their hearts had been ripped out.

Such a scene lasted about 10 seconds before the black fog dissipated.

Once again the place has regained its splendor and majestic scenery!!

Silence arose among the participants who pondered this scene. Nobody wanted to speak, or better said, didn't dare to speak!

After some time, Jiejie finally sat back on his throne. She looked coldly at Sheyan and scolded him.

"Stranger, go outside... and remember to bring this fateful journal with you. I'm starting to think this deal was a huge mistake."

Sheyan took the "Diary of Morgan Fokke" before shrugging and replying.

"For upsetting you, I sincerely apologize."

Mentally and physically exhausted, Jiejie sighed as she closed her eyes.

"Tum, tum!" As she tried to speak, there was a strange noise. Due to the trauma of this domineering existence, these gypsy fortune tellers immediately panicked upon hearing this sound. As women, their innate gentleness was brought to full fruition once their surface coverings of hardness were cracked.

"Stop panicking!! What about the riot?

Jiejie yelled demonstratively, completely ignoring her royal demeanor. With a wave of the hand, the torches were lit in the tent.

They immediately realized that two gypsies wrapped in red shawls had fallen on the carpet. They convulsed constantly while blood and saliva kept pouring from their lips; soak the carpet!

The two fortune tellers on the side immediately responded to support her. Sheyan inadvertently noticed the bare arm of one of the unconscious gypsies and received a great shock.

Although these gypsy soothsayers looked aged, their skin retained its beautiful gentleness while their figures were superbly groomed; so much so that people would think they were young girls in their twenties or thirties. At that moment, however, purplish-black folds appeared on his exposed bare arm, and pod-sized blisters and boils erupted on his skin; looks extremely awful!

Jiejie's veil fluttered in that stale air as a poker card "7 of Hearts" spun and pierced the body of an unconscious gypsy; wake her up immediately.

She let out an incomparably sad howl and murmured through her hasty breaths.

"And, and . . . Tod . . ."

As she spoke, she spat out a gulp of black blood, her eyes rolled up, and she died. However, something scary happened - the convex sockets of his eyes suddenly burst with a "pssh"!

Unknown why Sheyan felt that sense of menace again at that breaking moment. He stumbled back a few steps, trying his best to distance himself from her dead body.

When the gypsies realized that Sheyan was afraid of a dead man, they glared at him.

Suddenly the gypsy fortune teller holding the corpse swayed before narrowing his mouth as he began to cough. At first it was like choking on a gentle cough. Even so, her coughing got out of control. Finally, it was as if she were about to cough up her lungs; as if her heart and lungs were being torn apart and blood was gushing from the openings in her fingers that covered her mouth.

His violent fit of coughing did not calm down before deteriorating into vomiting. The veins in his eyes burst and his eyes became bloodshot. Blisters and inflamed boils began to erupt on his arms!

Soon after, the other gypsy supporting the unconscious gypsy began to cough. The confused gypsies even wanted to offer a glass of water, but instead, Jiejie shouted from afar with unprecedented bitterness.

"Get away from them!! You must not touch their corrupted limbs, they have contracted the Black Death!"

Jiejie's voice was incomparably cutting; stab deep into everyone's eardrums! When the term "Black Death" sounded in them, they all simultaneously distanced themselves from the sick victims. However, during the evacuation process, two other Gypsy fortune-tellers began coughing profusely with their backs bent.

In fact, they were the two people closest to the first corpse when their eyeballs ruptured. In fact, one can imagine how immensely beneficial Sheyan's perception was back then!

During this era of Europe, the Black Death pandemic was even celebrated as God's punishment. By the early 14th and 15th centuries, the Black Death had claimed 750 million lives, with 250–500 million lost in Europe. You must understand that the population of Europe at that time barely reached a billion!

Counted in this way, that corresponded to a death of 2-3 people. A pandemic with a death toll so horrific...a disaster so catastrophic it could be transmitted orally; There was no doubt that the fear of these gypsies was justified.

The only one who managed to keep his composure was Sheyan. The Black Death belonged to the future and was just a plague spread by contact and saliva. To his knowledge, the Black Death took 2-3 days before stealing someone's life; it was absolutely not this depiction of death in just a few seconds.

Therefore, the only explanation for this confusing and deadly "Black Death" was a product of Little Lord Fokke! Who was little Lord Fokke capable of unleashing lethality on this scale!?

Then Sheyan tried to approach the weakened gypsies who had fallen to the ground. Rather, his sense of perception expressed no warning.

Sheyan started tearing off part of the curtain before wrapping her arms around it. He then proceeded to inspect her and confirmed the accuracy of Jiejie's ascertained cause of death.

Seeing that nothing was happening to Sheyan, the other gypsies began boldly approaching. A gypsy woman in a red shawl raised her crystal ball abruptly as she spoke cautiously.

I can feel the ebbing power of this deadly plague curse as its vitality dwindles. He disappeared.

This gypsy in the red scarf thought for a while before stepping forward and lifting the clothes off a corpse's back. The corpse's skin had become frighteningly infected and was soaked with yellowish pus as it soiled the carpet below! Seen from above, the pus had turned into letters, startling.

As this gypsy with the red scarf turned over the other corpses, more letters appeared from under the bodies of the gypsies claimed by this horrible Black Death.

After putting the letters together, three words were formed:

Sin and... Damnation!

Sheyan could feel tremendous oppression as he contemplated such a horrific but confusing scene. He took a deep breath as his back was soaked with cold. Meanwhile, Jiejie looked into a spare crystal ball. Finally, after ascertaining that there was no danger, she nodded her head as she looked at Sheyan and explained emotionlessly.

"Foreigners from now on. Our deal is done. We pay a high price for this, please stay away from us. Because of his request, the Gypsies suffered their most tragic loss in a century. From now on, our gypsies will stop doing business with you!

As his words trailed off, Sheyan received a notification.

[His relationship with the Gypsies dropped to 'cold'. ]

[You have received a sanction from the gypsies banning you from doing further business with them. ]

Sheyan could only shrug at such a result. However, the unattractive Sheyan was already used to such treatment. He could even clearly sense her anger and murderous intent towards him. If he didn't possess a cursed journal whose faint seal could be unlocked at any moment, these mysterious and abnormal old witches would probably carve a blood path to reach him! However, such a move could result in harm to themselves.

"This brat is really impressive." Sheyan couldn't help but mumble to himself. How domineering was little lord Fokke's descending will after the seal on the journal was completely removed... how terrible would the arrival of his true body be?

As Sheyan thought about it, she couldn't hold back an outburst of curiosity and greed.

Yes that's right. In fact, it was greed.

The principle of the Nightmare Realm was simple and straightforward - a direct relationship between rewards and difficulty. Unraveling the Journal of Morgan Fokke seal would unleash such a fearsome foe, but the rewards one receives for opening it... one can only imagine!

Reef was waiting for Sheyan at the entrance of the tent. Seeing him exit the tent, Reef immediately asked about the deal.

All Sheyan could offer was a grim smile.

"I can say that our goals were achieved, but I also screwed up our case."

Sheyan then detailed the sequence of events while Reef listened in amazement.

In addition, this gypsy tent was really a miracle, presumably it was a treasure that could completely suppress the gypsy aura. How rampant were events inside, but Reef could hear no sound outside.

When they broke out of the gypsy camp, they regrouped with Brother Black and Canbi. Canbi's health was substantially restored after gorging himself on a bag of rum. Nevertheless, he gently massaged her temples; evidently the torment he endured was not easy.

With their affairs settled, Sheyan intended to let his pirate subordinates go on hiatus. After trying his best with them, while he couldn't rule out the possibility that someone would defect, a force-picked melon wouldn't be sweet; it would be useless to preserve such persons. However, Sheyan was certain that most of his crew would stay.

The moment the four walked past the pier, they suddenly noticed a crowd gathering. An ominous feeling rose in Sheyan's heart. To their horror, upon approaching, they found that the Hill Maiden was the object of the crowd's interest.

The composition of the crowd was quite complicated; composed of citizens of Tortuga and crew members from other ships. Loud laughter could occasionally be heard, as if the crowd were watching a performance.

Currently, most of Hill Maiden's pirates had gone on deck and faced a group of unbridled and insane individuals. Undoubtedly, in such a situation, Philip and those treacherous British marines naturally could not take part. After all, their previous identities were British marines.

So they could only allow Ol'Seadog and Blacksail to dash ahead. However, as former roaming pirates, they were simply unable to combat the opposition on charismatic arguments.

Sheyan was in no hurry to show off, choosing to silently observe the situation from the side. He could see a person in a black robe standing behind the opposing group, both arms crossed over his chest; Several pirates crowded around him. Noticing the behavior of this individual, it was as if giving someone the spoken word was some form of charity on his part.

A huge guy just taunted in an arrogant and powerful way. Although the current weather was quite cold, his wide flared collar oozed black fur on his chest. Then he hurled insults in a disorderly manner.

“A disabled person like you confronts me? The old seal? His name is an insult to dogs! When I, Hawser, sailed the seven seas, you were still pissing in pubs! Be smart and get out of my face.

Ol'Seadog stubbornly blocked his front. Without a trace of fear, he cursed back.

“Hawser, you may sail early, but the sooner you sail, the sooner you die. You son of a bitch, you best castaway from the captain's ship. Unless you want to try my lead ball.

Hawser laughed hysterically at the sky and sneered.

"Pathetic idiot, you're cleaning the chamber pot for your third mate from the previous ship, huh? Try touching me on Tortuga and you could feed the sea sharks. i will finish you Here are ten golden guineas, take them and run away. If Mister Skrtel likes this ship, you should kiss this deck gratefully!

Hearing Hawser's words, Sheyan's pirate crew immediately caught fire.

Instead, they remained seemingly concerned and reluctant to take action. At this point, Brother Black quietly asked the pirate next to him.

"Man, that Hawser looks pretty strong, huh?"

Instead, this pirate snorted in response.

"Only he? This scruffy dog ​​who escaped on a fun boat after abandoning his captain and companions. If Skrtel didn't appreciate him, this boy might be begging for food like a pig.

"Oh," Brother Black then asked.

"Who could this Skrtel be?"

The pirate gave Mogensha a confused look.

"You are a noob? Skrtel be the master of Tortuga! Although he is no longer a pirate, we still follow the pirate code of the pirate lord Bartholomew. Yes, mate, your look tells me your suspicions. Let me tell you exactly that Skrtel's full name is Skrtel.Hustav.Bartholomew. They address him as Lord Pirateadel. Besides, don't you think my clever elaboration deserves a pint of rum?

Brother Black laughed as he threw away a pound of gold.

"Don't worry, you can get the best pint of golden rum."

Seeing Ol'Seadog refusing to speak but continuing to hinder him, Hawser was instantly enraged as he drew his greatsword and struck. Ol'Seadog was already a non-fighting staff after losing the hand.

Faced with an oncoming blade, he rolled away miserably.

With his retreat, Ol'Seadog immediately lost his unflinching dignity, as Hawser lightly stepped on Ol'Seadog; pressed the shoe into Ol'Seadog's face.

By the time he was about to make a smug statement, Blacksail had already stepped forward, pale-faced; while slashing your saber forward. Hawser immediately swung his sword to parry.

Rattle! Sparks flew as Hawser staggered back two steps.

He was about to speak again, but Blacksail unexpectedly held out his hand as a gush of black liquid greeted Hawser like a squid spraying ink. Despite this, Hawser was quite agile and managed to dodge before jumping 2-3 meters.

Amazingly, however, the drops of liquid rippled in the air as if they had a life of their own!

After being sprayed in the face, Hawser looked incredibly remorseful as white smoke billowed from his body; giving off a pungent stench. As Hawser roared in fear, Blacksail took the opportunity to decapitate with his saber.

At that moment, this person dressed in black suddenly stepped into action.

As he walked forward, he took quick little steps that seemed strangely fleeting. He was clearly more than a dozen yards away, but in a second his thin rapier was already drawn, blocking Blacksail's saber.

His rapier was extremely flexible, and after locking the saber, he began twisting forward like a snake without a single warning. Rattle! Rattle! Rattle! Rattle! He darted toward Blacksail's occupied right hand. Blacksail was immediately startled when the black-clad individual suddenly backed away hard, struggling to knock the saber out of Blacksail's hand.

Immediately his rapier shot forward with precision; like a bolt of lightning it bored deep into Blacksail's stomach.

Covertly watching the crowd, Brother Black initially wanted to react. Instead, Sheyan held him.

"Take your time. Even if these fools wanted to kill, they wouldn't do it so directly. To cement their ruling standing, even if they wanted to kill, they would first resort to cruel torture. A storm raises the strong grass the test that talent only emerges in times of crisis. I want to see today how many are steadfastly loyal to me."

With his stomach pierced, Blacksail's eyes widened as he emerged in immense agony. Nevertheless, he struck stubbornly.

This person with the black cloak then smiled grimly.

"A half-hearted alchemist like you dares to be a disgrace and act against us? Remember you died at the hands of Ocean Storm, Alan Dale!'

When Alan Dale's name was announced, an uproar broke out in the crowd; like a gentle breeze whispering against the leaves of the trees. It was a celebrated name with an illustrious reputation among pirates. Still, few managed to associate him with this dark, slender, and crooked individual in a black cloak.

It is said that among pirates, Alan Dale was one of the rare Western rapier experts. A character known for single-handedly protecting her flagship from Spaniards trying to invade on a plank. Faced with a barrage of threatening enemies, he killed 15 in a row and violently held out until reinforcements arrived.

(TN: The Pirate Code, commonly referred to as the Pirate Code, Pirate Code, or simply Code, was a large book containing the entire code of the Pirate Brothers set out by the Pirate Lords Morgan and Bartholomew in the Classic Age of Piracy. )

Alan Dale may not have impressed anyone directly, but he was definitely a fresh memory in the mind of Sheyan's former first officer, Scarface Harry. After all, the scar on Scarface Harry's face was left by Alan Dale after a fight!

Ammand was also an expert in Western-style swordsmanship. Once, during a rollicking proclamation while drinking in a bar, Alan deliberately slandered Dale that Ammand would not last ten seconds in a sword fight with him.

As it happened, First Mate Harry was drinking in the same bar. Of course, being loyal to Ammand, Harry would not find this easy to hear; so the two started arguing.

Eventually, the result was that Alan Dale was punched in the chest. That fist just wasn't easy, as Scarface had unleashed the fist on Harry while he was using his barbaric Flesh Explosion ability. After receiving such a direct blow, Alan Dale's body was deteriorating day by day, becoming stooped and weak.

On the contrary, Harry had to live with a deep scar on his face forever. Although their brawl resulted in Alan Dale getting the worst ending of gout, it could be said that his skills were exceptional as well.

Following the commotion of the crowd, Alan Dale deftly drew his rapier. Blacksail collapsed to the ground, face trembling, blood spurting profusely from under her body, soaking much of the deck.

Alan Dale then covered his mouth and coughed slightly before commanding his subordinate.

"Hang them on the pole. Don't let it go until the sea breeze dries it.

Ten more pirates behind him immediately charged forward. Suddenly, 7-8 of Sheyan's pirate subordinates rushed out of the ship's hold, all aiming their Mauser rifles. Their leader was former naval officer Philip, whose body was straight like a stick. He didn't care and rushed off screaming angrily.

"Whoever dares to touch even one of us becomes a honeycomb!"

Alan Dale sneered as he abruptly grabbed Blacksail, prompting Philip not to shoot the rat for fear of breaking the vases. Alan Dale himself urged Blacksail to the muzzles of those Mauser rifles and crouched behind his hostage.

With a flash of metal, his rapier suddenly shot from Blacksail's face toward Philip's throat.

Philip was also a skilled swordsman, so he reacted immediately to block with the front of his rifle. Instead, Alan Dale drew back his rapier as his blade sliced ​​cleanly across the rifle's barrel; Sending out sparks and a deep claw mark before beginning to stab Philip's abdomen.

Philip performed a miserable back roll and narrowly avoided the shot.

Instead, Alan Dale's rapier thrust speed increased. Having stabbed straight ahead, it was as if he didn't take time to draw his rapier back before another blow came; inevitably to Philips middle brow!

But out of nowhere a fiery ball entered. Damn! He hit and deflected Alan Dale's rapier.

"Chi! Do!” Before long, the sound of bullets filled the air. Alan Dale, knowing that another formidable enemy had arrived, decided to hastily kill the two enemies in front of him.

In fact, those bullets gave him no chance; like parasitic worms they threatened to invade Alan Dale's body. At that moment he realized that if he didn't want to be shot, he had to retreat, he had no choice but to retreat!

Finally the shots stopped. Alan Dale looked up to see a black man with pearly white teeth slowly blowing smoke out of the barrel of his rifle. When he turned back to Blacksail and Philip, he noticed that someone was holding him.

With his hands crossed in front of his chest, this person looked pretty robust. His eyes were unnaturally bright and his gaze conveyed an air of contempt. Unknown why, Alan Dale felt as if a mighty mountain was falling from the sky and pressing down on him; a feeling of blatant uneasiness.

He immediately drew his rapier while frowning with a mischievous look.

"Who are you?"

Sheyan ignored him but turned his attention to the Hawser, who stepped aside. Stepping forward, he reached out and grabbed Hawser's shoulder.

Hawser let out an eerie scream, drew his greatsword, and slashed at Sheyan. Without dodging or fleeing, Sheyan gently lowered his head and let the sword slice into his shoulder.

Blood dripped from Sheyan's shoulders, but when Hawser tried to pull his sword back, he was startled to find his sword lodged in his opponent's shoulder. It was very quiet! Then Sheyan grabbed Hawser by the shoulders before pulling him towards him and punching him hard in the face.

Such a blow sent the bulky Hawser flying straight 2-3 meters; He threw several rounds while some yellowed teeth, mixed with blood and saliva, squirted out of his mouth after hitting the wooden deck.

At that moment, Alan Dale's form blurred as he stabbed Sheyan in the back. Sheyan's current Agility wasn't weak at all. He easily grabbed the oncoming rapier and calmed it without turning his head.

"Don't be in a hurry, it will be your turn soon."

As he spoke, he retrieved his long saber and charged steadily at Hawser!

How destructive was the power of his +7 longsword? The flash of blades flashed along with Hawser's repeated bloodthirsty screams.

Alan Dale raged as he pulled hard on his rapier, believing that his opponent's five fingers clutching the foil blade would invariably be cut off. The grim reality, however, was that only an insignificant bloodline had marked his rapier blade!

As Alan frantically thrust Dale again, Sheyan continued to ignore him, brazenly using his bare left hand to block. Although Alan Dale's iridescent rapier pierced his arm with a multitude of bloody wounds, it did no serious harm!

The surrounding spectator pirates watched anxiously. On the contrary, Sheyan's pirate crew cheered wildly with screams of mounting excitement!

In short order, Hawser was reduced to mere sighs and wails, and had no strength to retaliate. Then Sheyan stomped on Hawser's limbs! Stabbing fractures echoed soon after as all four of Hawser's limbs were completely broken!

At this point, Sheyan turned and called out to his crew.

"Old Seal?"

Ol'Seadog ran hastily; his face was covered in dirt and grime, as well as a bruise from being trampled on earlier. Then he bowed respectfully and saluted.

"What are your orders, Captain?"

Sheyan looked back at Hawser, who looked like a dead dog. So, he announced politely.

"You didn't mention you let him try your lead ball? My subordinates always stand by their words! How can you fight on the seven seas without reliability?”

Though his face showed signs of distress, Ol'Seadog immediately flashed a grin and answered.

"Yes, Captain. Your lessons remain!

Ol'Seadog immediately drew a short musket before roughly shoving it into Hawser's mouth. Finally he flashed a cruel smile.

"Fool, I offer you a way out by calling you to get lost, but you stubbornly clung to it. You know what fear is now, yes?

Hawser's eyes widened as his mouth let out an indistinct screech that was no doubt pleas for mercy. At some point the tears started to flow. At that, Ol'Seadog just laughed hysterically. Amidst the watchful siege of many pirates, he felt with great satisfaction that his little self had reached the pinnacle of its life.

bang! He pulled the trigger!

Smoke spiraled up while Hawser's eyes remained wide. Her body convulsed violently for a brief moment before she finally stopped moving. A great mass of turbid blood formed on the deck beneath his head.

Meanwhile, Alan Dale screamed with cunning intent.

“You really dare to kill my men. Just wait, the entire crew of this ship will be shot down!

After he finished his testimony, he immediately jumped onto the Tortuga shore and fled.

But now, DA! ARE! ARE! There was a distinct rumble as three bullets whizzed past. The first bullet hit the rock Alan Dale was about to step on, which quickly froze into a sheet of deep blue ice!

Alan Dale immediately lost his footing upon landing, but quickly stabbed with his rapier to halt his fall. However, the second bullet whizzed by at this point and hit the foil blade, which cushioned its weight. He eventually collapsed on his face as the third bullet went through Alan Dale's head; accidentally bumped into a rope pulling a stack of empty beer kegs.

Immediately the empty beer kegs fell, rattling loudly as they rolled down; Threaten to destroy Alan Dale.

Alan Dale had just regained his footing and suddenly had to face those oncoming barrels and Alan Dale could only back away; back to where he was trying to escape. At this point, Sheyan was already standing peacefully in front of him.

"Oh, will my whole crew be destroyed? Did you say that?”

Alan Dale's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably; seems to have reached the peak of anger. He gritted his teeth and explained.

"That's right! I said it! What do you want?

Sheyan replied indifferently.

"Relax, I'm in a good mood today and I don't want to kill you. But you recently mentioned your desire to hang my subordinate on the pole and let it dry in the wind. I am a person who acts with equanimity; how others treat me, I will do the same.”

A pair of hostile flames ignited in Alan Dale's eyes as he aimed his rapier at Sheyan's eyes. His thrust was carried out with all his might and could only be described as an electric shock. However, Sheyan struck with his hand where the rapier left only a streak of blood on his palm.

The current Sheyan already had a lot of combat experience. At a glance he could see the weakness of Alan Dale's attack!

It was only at this point that Alan Dale understood that he had been very vain. When he heard that a group of outsiders had arrived today, his hand started itching and he decided to engage in blackmail. He never expected to find out that this was a British model warship. In addition, several extremely valuable components were on board.

Even more critically, the pirates on board were people he did not fully recognize. Instead, his subordinates assured and solemnly swore that the pirates on board were the lowest ranks who had no achievements! They were basically like children carrying a bag of gold while demonstrating on the street. No wonder Alan Dale wanted to plunder and capture the Hill Maiden.

After all, how was he supposed to know that this ship's core pirates were really that domineering!!

For Alan Dale there was no alternative at the moment, more contemplation would only weaken his fighting spirit.

So he sighed heavily as he pushed unnecessary thoughts out of his heart. His footwork became more intriguing while his attack pattern became weird. It is vividly observed, however, that his rapier strokes have turned into threads of silk; like a flexible but durable thread that cut endless strips of wounds into Sheyan's body.

Because he had taken the lead, Alan Dale began to believe that victory was achievable. How much blood a person had was how much would flow; How many more wounds can he take? With his unwavering perseverance, he would inevitably emerge victorious.

However, as Alan Dale's confidence began to recover from such thoughts, an inexplicably strange grunt was transmitted from Sheyan's body. In fact, Sheyan had all been waiting for this moment, the moment when his passive ability on his 'Barbarian Crust Armor' activated.

He immediately drew his saber and struck headfirst! The speed of his first shot was pretty standard fare for Alan Dale, as Alan Dale's mesmerizing footwork made it easy to sidestep to dodge. But the speed of the second shot... was simply beyond Alan Dale's imagination!

Sheyan's deadly saber sliced ​​horizontally with a dark blue afterimage. Realizing that dodging was impossible, Alan Dale could only slide his rapier to block.

Rattle! The rapier and longsword collided as sparks were ignited. After blocking that blade, Alan Dale could only feel his chest being squeezed to the max as if he couldn't even breathe! In a split second her vision darkened as the stars came out!

A veteran of a hundred battles, his vast experience allowed him to react reflexively. He jumped back from the force of the impact, distancing himself while reducing the astronomical explosive power of Sheyan's long saber.

However, just as Alan Dale had jumped back, he was hit by another ocean blue stingray, wearing a fiery, malicious grin as he was decapitated. That feeling was like someone's soul being crushed in the depths of the ocean!

"How can there be a blade that moves so fast!" Alan Dale's eyes flashed into fear, which then quickly turned to desperation.

All that was heard was an unparalleled wailing scream as Alan Dale grabbed his right thigh, blood spurting out like a fountain. He was limping now and his mobility was greatly reduced. However, he forced himself to keep blocking for another 7-8 punches.

SHOVEL! Alan Dale was then hit in the cheek with the back of the saber before Sheyan followed with a punch to the face. His eyes went black while his nose burned with unprecedented pain before he fell semi-conscious.

When Alan Dale came to, a putrid mixture of sweat and mud sniffed his nostrils as the agony of all his broken bones seared his senses. In such unbearable agony, he averted his eyes to watch.

Instead, the sight of her infuriated him to the point of almost passing out again. It turns out that an unnamed pirate stepped on his face; stroking your face as if you were wiping the sole of your shoe!

"Argh!!!!" Alan Dale howled as he brimmed with humiliation. Unfortunately, his limbs were clenched tightly together, where excessive movement only increased his agony.

By this time, Blacksail had already been rescued and awakened. After swallowing a few sips of rum, he refreshed himself and began using a medicine he had prepared himself. After a simple bandage, he forced himself to his feet. Noticing Alan Dale's current sad state, Blacksail's eyes flashed with adrenaline and brutality; similar to that of a wounded, hungry but powerful wolf.

Sheyan crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at Alan Dale and left.

“Involving me, you are really unhappy. I am someone who holds a grudge. Therefore, anyone who dares to harm me or my comrades will definitely be repaid with favor. Black Candle!!"

A pale-faced Blacksail immediately wiped the blood from her lips as she cried out.

"Yes, Captain!"

Maliciously, Sheyan commanded.

"Take off that stupid cunt's clothes, hang him on my pole with no clothes on. Don't leave even half of your underwear behind.

Hearing Sheyan's command, even the distant spectator pirates exploded. It was not uncommon to hang one from the top of a pole. This was a common method of punishment a captain would use for disobedient crew members. However, this was completely naked! A completely naked humiliation was apparently unthinkable. Also, the victim of this naked hanging was a prominent figure in Tortuga, nay, the entire Caribbean scene - Alan Dale!

Hearing Dale Sheyan's order, Alan cried out in anger.

"You despicable dog, dare to kill me! You limp idiot!

For someone like him, being stripped naked and hanged was worse than death. Still, Alan Dale wasn't a fearless pirate who would see death as a comeback. He didn't dare bite his tongue and commit suicide.

In contrast, Blacksail carried out Sheyan's command with unparalleled enthusiasm. He quickly and easily transformed Alan Dale into a naked pig, baring his gaunt ribs and deathly pale skin. He then hung the completely naked Alan Dale from the pole. All eyes were now on the pristine condition of this "cold," "mysterious," and "impressive" swordsman.

Watching Alan Dale's acne-ridden bare buttocks, wrinkled cock, excessive foreskin, and body smeared with dirt and blemishes; All of her first impressions were completely overturned...

While previously only several hundred spectators followed Sheyan's fight with the pirates, it had now escalated to a thousand. Clustered, these spectators gathered near the breakwaters and harbor. They give Sheyan and his unexpected crew awed looks before turning their attention to the suspended Alan Dale; furiously scolded, cursed and even screamed.

Sheyan deliberately chose not to seal her mouth; for in everyone's eyes they could see everything Alan Dale did, or every word he cursed; the only fact he couldn't change was the horrible case of having his bare buttocks hung from that pole. Such a stark contrast would definitely make a deep impression on anyone.

As time went on, Alan Dale felt like he was completely drowning in a sea of ​​humiliation. The crowd only grew; She remembered daggers hurting her self-esteem.

However, Alan Dale did not want to die. After all the bloody battles he had fought before and fought up until now, he was undoubtedly reluctant to just give up life!

Now, after singing such a shocking contradiction, the famous Alan Dale became so touchy that he could even hear the cough of a casual passerby; even the screeching seagulls seemed to insult him violently. He even tried to hypnotize himself into thinking it was just a nightmare that was about to end!

Meanwhile, the few pirates Alan Dale had brought with him tried to escape. However, with Reef and Brother Black watching over them, how did they escape?

They could only serve obediently as prisoners. They looked around in horror and looked like young waitresses after being hired. Tormented by the fear that those hideous pirates would strip her and hang her from the mast.

It was simply impossible to describe the current feelings of these pirates.

Normally freaked out in Tortuga, they were now beyond shame. Usually uninhibited before, how humiliated they were now!

More and more pirates crowded in as arguments between them broke down.

"That's Alan Dale, isn't it?"

"He really is."

"This time your name has to be at the top of the pirate list, but as a joke. How swiftly that news would spread through the taverns, yea, faster than the east winds! Yes, I can imagine that in a few months all pubs will be discussing this happy topic.

"Even if Alan Dale survives this, his basement-sucking name can never be erased once he sets foot on land. Yes, it's an eternal joke.

"This Hill Maiden might look like a British warship, eh, but she flies really well. Where did your captain come from to completely ignore Skrtel!”

„….“

Sheyan didn't bother to entertain her. After killing Hawser, Ol'Seadog dropped a light blue clef that came out with nothing but a little over 2,000 utility points.

Encouraged by past experience, Sheyan began carefully inspecting Hawser's corpse, where he could detect a clear bluish glow; Belonging to the ring worn on Hawser's middle finger.

Sheyan immediately received the notification:

[You have discovered a corpse that appears to possess mystical energy]

[Would you like to enable your pirate captain's looting permission? ]

[You discovered an enchanted artifact: Lodestone Ring]

[Magnetring (1/2)]

[Origin: Turkey]

[Gear: Exclusive Storyline Gear]

[Gear Rarity: Light Blue]

[Material: Magnetita]

[Add-ons: Platinbasis]

[Effect: Grants the user enhanced vision. In close combat, accuracy increases by 3 cm. In side firefights, accuracy has been increased by 1 meter. (This means that within a deviation of 3 cm or 1 m, the attack is automatically redirected to accuracy)]

[Device Position: Finger]

[Description: If you can find and combine another 'Lodestone Ring', the combined strength of the paired rings will demonstrate extremely powerful power. ]

[ Description: Although its effect is negligible, this is a must-have for a professional shooter. In the past, Hawser has used 5 British Guineas to buy it from a disappointed roving pirate. After using the ring, Hawser shamelessly stole his 5 British guineas]

Sheyan noticed the ring he had just received and toyed with it briefly.

"Hmm, this object should be fine."

He then approached the suspended Alan Dale while debating whether to finish off and loot him. Instead, he noticed a faint black glow flickering from his pile of clothes!!!

"What's up?" Sheyan got excited and walked over immediately.

This pile of clothes was a mess after Blacksail stripped Alan Dale and tossed aside. Examining it carefully, Sheyan noticed that the black sheen emanated from a pair of boots.

After the pair of boots was touched, the kingdom sent a notification.

[You have discovered an enchanted object filled with powerful witch powers. ]

[Inquiring: You have absolute authority over the owner of the object. ]

[You have successfully met the looting criteria, do you want to use your pirate captain's authority to loot? ]

[You have discovered an enchanted artifact: Boots of Speed. ]

[Boots of Speed: 1 pair]

[Origin: Erathia] (TN: This is a continent in Heroes of Might and Magic 3)

[Gear: Exclusive Storyline Gear]

[Gear Rarity: Black]

[Material: Griffon Feather, Unicorn Skin]

[Add-ons: Steel Soles]

[Effect: Greatly increases the user's movement speed, but accuracy will drop significantly; It is not advisable to equip archers or gunners. ]

[Device Position: Feet]

[ Description: No one knows where this boot came from, except that the right pair is engraved with "Era" and the left pair with "thia". After his fight with Scarface Harry, Alan Dale was unable to fully recover from his injuries. Depressed Alan Dale ventured out fishing daily and found this pair of boots in a devilish fish belly. After using it, he immediately realized its wondrous nature. ]

Needless to say, dead Hawser wouldn't show a single reaction. When the suspended Alan Dale witnessed this desperate scene instead, his vision clouded. Originally afflicted with a strong will to live, he immediately lost all lust for life.

He understood that with his current fiasco of bare butts hanging from a pole, he had lost his entire face. From now on he would not be able to rise above other pirates, but that was only a loss of prestige.

Except when Sheyan took off his boots, he not only skinned Alan Dale's face, but looted a large portion of his abilities; leaving him utterly in a condition worse than death! As fast Alan Dale, he wouldn't even be able to match Hawser. If Sheyan saved his life, it would be like 10 times bewildering fear of death upon him.

Previously, Hill Maiden had been pursuing speed as a priority due to time constraints. So he only brought more than 60 pirates with him, while the remaining 100 caught up with the remaining ships more slowly.

Sheyan ignored the naked man hanging from his mast and returned to his captain's cabin. When he reappeared, he immediately ordered his crew to assemble on deck. He then extravagantly perched on a suitcase before asking about Ol'Seadog.

"Bring the red chest to the captain's cabin."

Though doubtful, Ol'Seadog staunchly agreed.

Shortly thereafter, huffing and panting, four pirates pulled out a crate and placed it under Sheyan's feet. These four pirates were so exhausted they ran out of breath as they fell clumsily to the deck.

Then Sheyan waved him off before opening the trunk lid. The chest fell over with a kick as a shimmering glow fell to the floor. All the pirates, even those on land, gasped in unison!

It turns out that the budding contents of that large chest were gold nuggets! These delicious and beautiful coins poured out like a waterfall.

Sheyan then took out a glittering gold coin and tossed it back into the chest while making clinking noises. Then he raised his voice loudly.

"I promised you earlier that I will shower you with greater riches! Now I keep my promise! Ol'Seadog, grant the unharmed scum fifty gold guineas apiece!

At the sound of Sheyan's sentence, the pirates watching from the docks erupted into a great commotion. In contrast, the pirates commanded by Sheyan hefted their heavy bags and grinned from ear to ear.

You must know that in this golden age of piracy, the purchasing power of Gold Guinea was truly amazing. In the novel Jane Eyre; When Jane Eyre becomes governess at Thornfield Hall, her annual salary was only £20 (including board and rations). When Charles Darwin moved to the country, he spent £2,000 to buy a magnificent home. The cost of building Wembley Stadium was £750,000. From this, the relative value of a hundred guineas can be derived in principle.

Aside from the pirates on the three legendary pirate ships, most pirates wouldn't even get paid a year's salary.

The pirates who received their money all beamed with joy while the rest looked forward to it.

From there, Sheyan once again proclaimed: pirates with minor injuries would receive 100 guineas, while seriously injured and bedridden would receive 150 guineas. For the handicapped who could no longer travel, they would receive 500 guineas.

Of course, when such a policy was announced, Sheyan's crew didn't need to be mentioned, but even the pirates who crowded around them grew uneasy. In their hearts, they pondered how they would act in those few days — proactively jumping on Hill Maiden or turning to their own captains for a raise in salaries. Ultimately, whatever choice they made, their current economic situation needed to be improved. At least they should get more loot than these newcomers.

However, this was not the greatest miracle. As the loot was distributed, Sheyan looked around and his gaze fell on Blacksail, who was holding his wound, complexion pale. As he met Sheyan's gaze, he quickly bowed his head in awe.

Sheyan walked over to him before putting his indomitable, majestic longsword to Blacksail's shoulder. Whereupon Blacksail promptly and tactfully knelt.

“Today I saw your loyalty. Such virtue is praiseworthy and deserves rewards. Therefore, I, Sailor Yan from the East, will take the power from the sinner who has wronged you and give it to you. I hope you can continue to exercise this power in bondage! However, this strength comes with enormous risks. If your physical limits cannot take it, it will be harmful to you. Are you ready to accept this?

Blacksail trembled violently and could not hold back heavy breaths of ecstasy. He had witnessed Canbi's miracle first-hand, and none of Sheyan's subordinates had any more doubts. Overall, to her, this was a form of black magic. In this technologically advanced world of magic, curses, and gunpowder, any supernatural occurrence would be enough to convince.

Blacksail dropped her other knee to the floor and bluntly touched the deck with her forehead. Then he suppressed the excitement in his heart and announced.

"Captain! I will be devoted to you forever.

Meanwhile, the audience pirates all dismissed this behavior as a clumsy performance and criticized the performers for such excessive emotional turmoil. But in the next second their eyes opened to reality and they were amazed.

With unprecedented excitement, Blacksail ignored her injuries as she pulled on her boots. So he couldn't resist the urge to try his newfound features. He began leaping across the deck, and by the blinding speed and footwork he displayed even a blind man could tell that he lived up to Alan Dale's mysteries.

"He stole Alan Dale's power!!!"

"You see, this alchemy apprentice can really reproduce Alan Dale's mystical work."

"The captain's name is Seaman Yan?" Does he really have such amazing magic? Wait, looks like I've heard his name before. It is related to the turbulence in the port of Turtuga. Okay, Amman is looking for him. This man is also closely linked to the Flying Dutchman.”

"Mount! No wonder the boy is fearless. In fact, no one dares tease Davy Jones' third pal.

"He seems to have his own way, but with such power you will actually be jealous. Wouldn't that mean his followers got stronger?

„…“

Hearing the crowd's discussion on the pier, Sheyan understood, although his expression didn't give much away, that his goal had been accomplished. Then he looked at Philip and commanded without emotion.

"Philipp, take a step forward."

Philip was shocked to the point of astonishment. Nonetheless, he got up and marched. Sheyan met his eyes as he spoke his words.

"To obtain invincible power from me... one can count not only on devotion but also on an awesome heart!"

Philip hesitated a bit and finally dropped to the floor on both knees before gently pressing his forehead to the deck.

"Therefore, to reward your devotion, I must bestow upon you exceptional accuracy and harmony. May you kill your enemies in combat with deadly precision. May you effortlessly sink our enemy's ships with our cannons."

Philip took a deep breath as he accepted the ring Sheyan presented. Then he laid it down sacredly and with dignity before closing his eyes. Even an honest gentleman like Philip couldn't help but reveal behavior in which he got high on drugs as he was shaking slightly from head to toe.

After all, listening to others countless times can never be compared to the first personal experience!

A wave of incredibly refreshing aura was transmitted from the ring as it spiraled over Philip's wrist and eyes.

Witnessing such a miracle, Philip once again bowed his haughty head to Sheyan.

In the ship's hold, Old Bath sighed heavily as he closed his eyes in despair, knowing that this once-proud apprentice had already been fully won over by him.

After that, the originally desperate Philip rekindled his life's work. This meant that his aim of battle would no longer be just to protect his subordinates, but would also champion this demon wholeheartedly as the man before him; Earn merits and morph to greater heights!

As the saying goes - a strong dragon cannot hold back a snake*. There were reasons why Sheyan acted so bombastic, arrogant, and despotic after landing on Tortuga.

(TL:* Chinese expression means a local gangster who is above the law)

First, because he had sufficient strength.

Second, he was in preparation for his schemes and future plans.

Also, the higher a pirate's reputation, the more benefits they grant. For example, had Sheyan not had a "respected" reputation when he entered this world, the pirates would likely have rolled their eyes and despised him. Who would be willing to become your subordinate?

Remarkably, after eliminating those few ships from the British Royal Navy and presently daring to challenge Skrtel, Sheyan's current reputation as a pirate had already risen to almost "Revered". Once he got to "Revered" he would be on par with the likes of Ammand. Even on the Flying Dutchman he would have the qualifications to become second mate.

(TN: *before I used vice officer, they're the same term)

Of course, when pirates get rich, they don't save him, but go on prostitution and gambling tours. It seems that many of the pirate leaders also supported this point, because once their subordinates had spent their entire fortune, they would have had an increased motivation to plunder. Of course, if one had an inordinate amount of wealth, consideration issues would multiply to women, wife, property, status…

If you just put the current world situation in perspective, will anyone see millionaires running through the streets fighting to the death? Or the prominent leaders of hooligan gangs; Of course, if they were hugging female celebrities or touring overseas, would anyone see them fight little flies? That was indeed the case, people without talent were unfortunately persecuted and killed….

The reason Sheyan was willing to hand out such exorbitant wealth to his subordinates was that he belonged to the vile category of those who would rush to harvest a bounty. He only had to think about his situation for 32 days. So he could obviously give out fancy boots to buy their loyalty and morale.

On the contrary, other captains had to make minimal reflections for the next 3 years. If they followed Sheyan's licentious ways, two years would suffice for his subjects to amass a fortune and return to their hometowns in robes of silk; leave their ships empty.

After Sheyan whispered a few phrases to Ol'Seadog, Ol'Seadog and Canbi brought a dozen more pirates and left; of course, Mogensha followed. After a few minutes they returned with rum, roast beef and even invited girls who could tap-dance.

Although these women fell short of Sheyan's aesthetic concept because their cosmetics were too thick and their lipsticks too excessive, he recalled; that was a generation without Chanel, Pond's, OLAY or L'Oreal Paris. By now the pirates had their eyes drawn from these women as they croaked and whistled.

Sheyan's explanation for his team was simple - sharing the joys and burdens of life. So they had to postpone disembarking for the feast until their brothers arrived from the other two ships. So he allowed them to have fun on board first. Of course your pirate crew wouldn't understand such logic. However, they definitely did not dare to voice their opinions.

For the moment, Sheyan had the ship firmly in his hands with the direct help of his trusted confidants - Philip, Ol'Seadog, Canbi, Blacksail and a few others - any little thing would not trigger any more "stormy seas".

It turns out that the real purpose of Sheyan's bombastic behavior was to...

They waited for the big boss, Skrtel, who could really run Tortuga's affairs, to appear.

Sheyan believed this individual would definitely show up because every minute the sea breeze slapped against Alan Dale's bare buttocks and balls was like slapping Skrtel in the face!

Consequently, Sheyan was reluctant to dismiss her crew ashore. Because if the worst happens, all of Tortuga's pirates can become hostile to them. In this case, it would still be possible to muster all the strength to attempt an escape. However, if your pirate crew were spread across bars, they would be separated one at a time.

However, Skrtel didn't show up without knowing why. After waiting on deck for half an hour, Sheyan felt a little idle and decided to take a trip to the captain's cabin to rest.

He was not one to waste precious time, and he had researched the field of his inventions assiduously; hoping to go one step further and create new gene mixes. Also, he definitely wouldn't be picking up new recipes for his concoctions in a short amount of time.

Matters on deck he gave Canbis jurisdiction; instruct to notify you when a special event occurs.

About 10 minutes or so passed. Another group of pirates landed. For the moment, most of the crowd had dispersed, but a handful remained, still pointing in that direction. Once in port, these pirates couldn't help but join the fray.

When a red-bearded pirate took a look, he could finally make out the face of the bare buttocks hanging from the top of the pole. he murmured in astonishment.

"Isn't that Alan Dale, who reports to Skrtel? How could he be humiliated by another and hanged on a ship?"

"Whose ship is that, Redbeard, do you recognize it?" Another horse-faced pirate put his hands on his hips and asked with the imposing manner of an older brother.

Redbeard took one look and suddenly laughed.

"Hoth, I have no idea who owns it, but the guy who appears on board as the crew chief is someone I know. You recognize it too.

"Oh." Hoth let out a stunned sigh as he studied it carefully with his eyes. He then spoke to enlightenment.

"Isn't Canbi, the diminutive leader of a third-rate ship, nicknamed Iron-Hammer?"

Pirates' general understanding of ships was determined by the size and number of masts they had. Normally, a one-masted ship would not be mentioned, while a three-masted ship, analogous to Sheyan's current Hill Maiden, would be known as a third-rate ship. After that, their rates would evolve around the amount of fattening they had. A 5-masted ship was a layer that allowed participation in naval warfare as the main force. On the 7-masted ships, this was the core of the flagships. Of course, these partitions did not contain the bizarre antics of the legendary warships.

Both Hoth and Redbeard were respectively captain and first mate of a 5-masted ship in the pirate Chevalle's fleet.

At the moment, the pirate Chevalle was still engaged in a grueling war at sea with Britain's Royal Navy. So you were here to buy supplies for the return trip.

Redbeard suddenly licked his lips and laughed out loud.

“I was constantly worried and thought that we would not be able to buy enough supplies, which the captain ordered us to do this time. However, looking back now, this is a golden opportunity from heaven.

replied Hoth confused.

"What do you mean?"

“While Skrtel's attack can be pretty weak in Tortuga, he controls almost half of the commercial portion. Today his subordinate has fallen from grace and been hanged at the helm of this third-rate ship. Once we rescue Alan Dale and get rid of the crook responsible for it, can't we firmly support Skrtel? With this connection, would I be afraid of not completing the acquisition mission that the captain commissioned us to do?

Redbeard chuckled softly. The more he thought about it, the happier he felt. Then he continued.

"We were constantly pressured by that scourge, Stonecannon. In the heart of the captain, he is the protagonist of us fifth-rate ships. I believe his career as a sixth-rate ship's captain is imminent. We will have massive merit if we can handle this acquisition matter well. We plan well, the days when I embark to replace Stonecannon's position are imminent!

Instead, Hoth paused mischievously as he watched the Hill Maiden and murmured doubtfully.

"However... even Alan Dale fell for this 'rogue'.

"That means Alan Dale is a cripple! Check out his weakened state, which usually looks like a plague spirit! Who cares who the bilge-sucking captain of this ship is. He treats a cotton swab like an iron hammer like jewelry and is only a third rate ship captain! I think he turns the sky? In any case, Eisenhammer Canbi is a part of us, free from our internal codes. Let us personally command you to release Alan Dale, it'll put a huge face on him!

Redbeard looked rather impatient; without bringing any pirate companions with them, they climbed onto the Hill Maiden's deck.

Currently most of the pirates on board were half drunk and had retired to their cabins to rest. Only Canbi and his few close associates, loyal to Sheyan, had not the slightest weakness.

As Redbeard watched the Iron Hammer Canbi sitting uninhibited in front of him, he felt a certain uneasiness in his heart. As a mate on a fifth-rate ship, even captains of third-rate ships would flatter him. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even turn his eyes to such a lowly leader.

Redbeard took a step forward before asking sternly.

"Can you recognize me?"

If it were Canbi from a few days ago, he would surely be shaking with fear and trepidation. However, he was a whole new and different person now. Of course, since he had enough strength, his confidence also increased! So Canbi just gave a nonchalant look.

"You must be Redbeard, yes. Be smart and leave as soon as you're done watching. Don't you know the rules? Shouldn't you report your arrival before boarding my ship?

After hearing it, Redbeard was speechless. Such a scenario was completely beyond their expectations.

But at that moment, Hoth got extremely impatient as he exploded.

"Stop talking to him! Canbi, let me fill you in. Your captain really dares to destroy the wonderful relationship between the pirate Cap'n Chevalle and Mister Skrtel. Do your research and release Sir Alan Dale and kiss his feet to pray for forgiveness. If not, get ready to feed the sharks!”

Hearing Hoth's words, Canbi slowly stood up without showing any reaction on her face. Redbeard even thought he was about to admit his mistake and apologize. Who knows, Canbi suddenly roared.

"Are you giving me orders? dare you command me What audacity!”

As the big, burly Canbi roared wildly, he pulled out an eight-foot steel club with a thick wrist and swung it at Hoth's head!

"The only one who can give me orders in this world is me, Captain. You bastard twins making fun of you and want to feed me to the fish?

Canbi had found this mace earlier and kept it for use as he couldn't always carry a large anchor with him. When his mace charged, Hoth was caught completely off guard; He couldn't even imagine Canbi daring to attack him.

In his urgency, he screamed loudly as he hastily raised his drawn sword from his hip to block. However, Canbi's current strength surpassed even Blood-Anchor; Though Hoth possessed brute power, he could only come to terms with being drained after being surprised.

"Kiang!" A resounding sound came.

Canbi's steel mace bent back, but Hoth's drawn greatsword gave way completely; as an unstoppable force crushed Hoth's shoulder, pulverizing the shoulder bones into broken bone fragments. There was an indentation on his shoulder as Hoth immediately let out a cry of incomparable pitch.

Among the lowest ranks among the Chevalle Pirates, Canbi has endured countless complaints and resentments. For the moment, he no longer bothered to stop for a conversation as he flashed a sly grin before swinging his mace again.

At that moment, Redbeard drew his greatsword and rushed to the rescue.

Redbeard's optimal option was now to attack the besieger's house to relieve his ally's siege. Therefore, he should pierce Canbi's neck, which will inevitably injure the agile and disabled Canbi. After all, Canbi couldn't keep up with his pulverizing mace when his throat was stabbed! By rescuing his ally in this way, Redbeard would gain the upper hand.

However, Redbeard simply had to do what he wasn't supposed to do. Filled with confidence, he brought his greatsword to parry Canbi's mace. His power was already less than Canbi's, and although his sword was not struck by the impact, it transmitted tremendous force through his arm. As he gripped the hilt of his greatsword tightly to prevent it from flying, the tissue between his fingers went numb, rupturing a huge gash, and blood spurted down his hand.

Before Redbeard had time to reorganize, Canbi's few confidants had drawn and fired several hand-wound muskets.

Next, Canbi pulled back his mace before spinning and slightly throwing an uppercut from the sky with his mace. His mace struck Redbeard, who flew upward as he spun 270 degrees in the air before landing heavily on the deck.

Then... then Canbi and his familiars approached him. The two miserable pirates were too complacent and that's why they ended up in such a bitter situation. After that, it was unnecessary to dwell on it further.

When Sheyan found out about this matter, he only offered a distasteful sentence.

"Well done."

Nevertheless, he added another sentence.

"With the two fools desperate to save him, his relationship with Alan Dale is definitely not superficial. There is a saying in my hometown - comrades should share blessings and bear burdens. So let's take off your clothes and hang your bare bottom on our pole!"

Of course, since Sheyan gave the order, his subordinate strictly obeyed.

Meanwhile, Redbeard and Hoth were filled with fear and anger. They were horrified by the immense power Canbi possessed and were angry at themselves; A deal they thought was in the bag was abruptly twisted against them.

When the undressing began, they could not help cursing wildly and bitterly; no one could imagine the feeling of such humiliation. Apparently full of confidence in their rescue attempt, they were again reduced to the same consequence; suffer such degrading humiliations. How would you raise your head in front of your pirate crew in the future?

Hearing their venomous accusations, Canbi became very angry and ordered tissues to be stuffed into their mouths; In this way his world became peaceful again.

This time the crowd grew. At the moment, Alan Dale was really glad Redbeard tried to save him. That way the focus shifted to her and allowed him to breathe even in the midst of their fight.

Sheyan then recalled something as he immediately ordered his subordinate to get the two villains' clothes and belongings so he could inspect them. It seemed, however, that the plot-exclusive gear wasn't simply giveaways. After rummaging around until his eyeballs turned sour, he couldn't find a single item and could only sigh.

In the hours that followed, the pirates of Tortuga had truly and fully tasted their eyes; Besides, it wasn't every day that the captain and first mate of a fifth-rate ship were stripped and put on display to everyone's delight. In addition, the "famous" Alan Dale, known among the pirates of Tortuga, was still present.

Nevertheless analogous to a wonderful theater stage; Since there was a preface, a crescendo, a suspense, and a climax, surely the next would be the epilogue. Without an epilogue it would just be a disappointment. This wonderful theatrical stage directed by Sheyan reached its climax with the crowd gathered; or maybe you're finally starting your boarding for the epilogue.

Six hours passed after his capable subordinates hung their bare buttocks from the ship's mast.

The richest merchant in Tortuga; descendant of the author of the Pirate Code; A remarkable personality who could have rivaled the seven great pirate lords - Skrtel.Hustav.Bartholomew - has finally appeared. He appeared on the street in front of the harbor and walked step by step towards the Hill Maiden.

Of the seven Pirate Lords, three of the Pirate Lords gave Skrtel an individual assessment:

Clever and prudent; refrain from rash undertakings except in directing his future movements. When he acts, he inevitably retains enough confidence!

Skrtel fully prepared for six hours, obviously giving Sheyan an inordinate importance. A case that dishonored his face, how would he handle it?

Among thousands of staring eyes

Skrtel brought only one assistant.

Just a single assistant, and he intended to go straight into the Hill Maiden of Sheyan?

The surrounding pirates apparently couldn't believe their eyes. However, the facts were so.

Skrtel looked obese and resembled someone who lived like a prince. He smoked a briar cigar and smiled whenever he looked at anyone. When he smiled, his eyes were half-closed, revealing a style full of amiability. You could say he was a merchant, the type who liked to gossip, who preferred to harm himself and let others exploit him.

The person next to him had a fixed, sullen expression on his face, as if someone owed him something for a long time. He had an ordinary face, the face of a long-term unemployed. Neither pirates nor long-time wanderers in Tortuga would recognize it.

Still, Skrtel was definitely no fool. Since he dared to get just one human to enter this dominantly exposed ship, he naturally expected something.

Canbi sat imposingly on a wooden chest. Of course, since he had grown stronger, he didn't put the two people in his eyes. Right now, with just one order from Sheyan, this wealthy, confident pirate would attack Chevalle!

"What are you here for"

Canbi narrowed his eyes as he scratched his nails with any sword. So he announced absent.

"If you want to see men's asses, don't soil my deck and watch them from the dock. If you go to rescue them, be prepared to be hung from the pole like these two.

Instead, the stiff-looking man next to Skrtel suddenly demanded in a dark tone.

"Who dares to wear my Flying Dutchman crew mask?"

Although Canbi's lens was inflated, upon hearing the term "Flying Dutchman Crew" he felt an immediate adoration as his imposing demeanor immediately faded. Still, he managed to reply forcefully after listening.

"Who uses a false pretense?"

Skrtel burst into hysterical laughter before answering.

'This is Mr Stillwell. He is usually responsible for the interactions between the Flying Dutchman and the Drylands. He often has business with us when there are false pretenses, one look and he will know.

This Stillwell then scoffed.

“My name Cap'n Jones is magnanimous, there are jerks everywhere trying to impose themselves as your crew. Last month I captured three scammers in San Domingo and hung them straight to the gallows. One look from my eyes is enough to see through all scammers.

It turns out that the Flying Dutchman's pirate crew, after being cursed, could only reappear over the sea once every ten years. However, they still had relatives above Earth, so they sought out a random Stillwell and placed him in charge of managing the ship's plundered loot before turning them over to their relatives. In addition, the subsequent delivery of supplies such as artillery and other cannons was carried out by him.

Skrtel was a sly old fox indeed. To invite such a person here, it was thanks to him that he identified the greatest doubt about this so-called sailor status - the third mate of the Flying Dutchman.

Skrtel, of course, didn't believe in coincidences that an individual who had been missing for a decade would suddenly reappear... so no doubt he took such drastic measures to deal with the situation!

After Stillwell discovers the villain Sheyan, Skrtel uses the collapsed morale of his enemy's pirate minions to send his manpower and rightfully command this ship.

Of course, if Skrtel wished to command and plunder this ship with glory, he had to do so with good reason. Otherwise, Tortuga traders would be overcome with fear and uncertainty; Influence on the prosperity of trade centers. Such an event can be caught by its resistances and turned against it. Mental first attack before physical, that was something Skrtel liked to do.

Canbi was about to say something, but Sheyan's voice came from the ship's hold.

"Well, I'd like to see who wants to slander me."

Soon after, Sheyan marched out of the ship's hold before first surveying the area.

So he questioned Stillwell.

"Who are you?"

TL: Additional information to avoid confusion; Note that there are 9 pirate lords in the third film, but this current period predates the first film where the author claims there are 7 pirate lords. I'm guessing he's taking over 7 seas so 7 pirate lords, not sure about the extra pirate in the caribbean story so can't say for sure.

Skrtel's face immediately showed a sneer; "Indeed, that boy is a fake!"

Stillwell also burst out laughing, his laughter bearing the intent of mocking.

"You can't even recognize me, do you dare pretend you're a crew member of the great Flying Dutchman?"

A snort came from Sheyan's nose.

"What are you? How should I recognize you?"

Stillwell made a haughty look on his face before answering.

"You idiot scum, I'm the communication link between the Flying Dutchman and the mainland! Let me inform you that you had better undress and kneel before entering Tortuga Harbor for 3 days and surrender your ship and pirate crew to Lord Skrtel. So I'll spare your scurvy dog's life or..."

Before Stilwell could finish his statement, Sheyan had already delivered a slap in the face. SHOVEL! One swipe was enough to send several teeth flying out of his mouth. Then Sheyan lowered her eyebrows as she half-heartedly asked.

"What else?"

After receiving a slap, Stillwell's cheeks practically puffed out and puffed out. He could only mumble under his breath as his eyes burned with anger. Stillwell reached down to grab a greatsword at his hip. Instead, like a tiger its prey, Canbi immediately smashed his steel mace.

Without fully drawing his greatsword, Stillwell's hapless greatsword was instantly flattened and bent as he coughed up blood and was thrown to the ground. After a long pant, Stillwell struggled to his feet off the deck; his eyes glittered with poisonous resentment.

Then Sheyan turned his attention to Skrtel, maintaining a sophisticated and polite manner, he laughed and said.

"Lord Skrtel?"

Faced with such a scenario, Skrtel remained unperturbed; or perhaps he forced himself to avoid "stage fright". At this point, he still maintained his amiable demeanor and politely offered a soft smile.

"Yes, what is your opinion on that?"

Sheyan replied indifferently.

"I recently arrived in Tortuga and have absolutely no doubts about anyone. Except that your men approached with the intention of buying my ship with a dozen pounds of gold. Also, I look forward to Mr. Stillwell calls the Flying Dutchman crew to take care of me. I wouldn't go anywhere before he calls her.

Skrtel was stunned as he looked deep into Sheyan's eyes. He began to sense a deep secret in her eyes. Though he could still muster his men to surround Sheyan and move in, a thought crossed Skrtel's mind unconsciously.

"What if he really is part of the Flying Dutchman crew..."

So his reaction to Sheyan's words was nothing but astonishment before silently saying goodbye. Stillwell also fled like the wind, 5-6 meters away before turning.

He then gave Sheyan a venomous glare as if trying to rip her soul apart before pointing at Sheyan and gritting his teeth in proclamation.

"You're going to die for sure!! In this world nobody can save you!

"I'll wait." Sheyan grinned indifferently.

Not long after, a one-masted ship docked in Tortuga Harbor. This one-masted ship looked like it had traveled the seas for a century. Its entire structure was covered in ash gray and looked rather run-down. His candle was infested with cobwebs and looked ready to crumble to dust. Dense, opaque white fog seeped from the ship's periphery. The ship seemed to float on the sea surface, unaffected by the waves.

Even more frightening was an immense shadow trailing behind the ship's stern, as if some monumental creature lurked beneath the surface of the sea... Such unfathomable terror gripped the souls of all present in a flash!

Stillwell stood at the edge of the harbor and pointed to Sheyan's Hill Maiden.

Beside him stood two fully masked figures in black robes.

Also, this ship began to tilt towards the Hill Maiden. Strangely, when the sides of both ships were entwined, there was not a single collision. Instead, the Hill Maiden crew immediately felt a weird chill!

Stillwell struggled to climb onto the hull. Instead, the two black-clad people didn't make a single move, clambering straight onto the deck. For some unknown reason, these two individuals were chasing large trails of water stains everywhere they went. Obviously they were definitely the real crew of the Flying Dutchman, it would be impossible to refute them!

At that moment even Canbi shivered at such a situation; his whole body trembled slightly. Such a feeling had nothing to do with one's skill, it was an awe that came from one's spirit!

Watching this scene, Stillwell covered his swollen face while screaming.

"It's a ship with an imposter in the crew of the Flying Dutchman, someone daring to ruin the big name of Davy Jones!"

A black robed individual walked forward, his voice seeming to echo on the air.

"Who is the imposter?"

At that moment, Sheyan stepped out of his captain's cabin, raising his chin without the slightest fear.

"No one is a cheater! Who are you, lift your hood!”

This person dressed in black lifted his head but was immediately stunned.

"It really is you! Sailor Yan, oh no, our third mate!”

Sheyan Riu de Surpresa.

"So it really is Crow*!"

(TL:*Crow is one of the Flying Dutchman crew that Sheyan was friends with in the first world)

At the moment, the non-drunk members of the Hill Maiden crew walked one by one. Noticing Crow's presence, they immediately let out icy breaths.

In fact, the present raven's face was dotted with patches of fish scales, and even its features were clearly altered with features of marine fish. In addition, most of his body retained its human likeness. However, this only enhanced her quirk, portraying him with unprecedented heightened malevolence!

Crow immediately turned and pinched Stillwell's throat.

"Scallywag, do you know what you did?"

Stillwell's mouth was wide open as his eyes rolled back as he gasped for air. How could he offer a single word? Instead, it was the other black-clad freak next to Crow that they hoarsely commanded.

"Crow, let him go! This person looks like Sailor Yan, but he might not be our third mate! Why did he suddenly disappear this year. Perhaps it's hard to say that he hasn't been linked to those mysterious men who unleashed our curse. Maybe that year he was a mouse.

This brat obviously had a higher status compared to Crow. The pirate hierarchy was quite strict and Crow could only obey sincerely. After hearing his words, Sheyan cut him off with a mocking smile.

"I remember your voice. Are you that silly little dog following Old Bill* looks like you're Stafford? Ah, is Old Bill really afraid I'll steal his rank of second mate, so he's trying to fabricate lies to frame me?

(TL: *Old Bill is the Second Officer (Deputy Officer) of the Flying Dutchman. Also, Stafford (斯塔福) is actually a breed of dog.)

yelled Stafford angrily. Instead, his voice suddenly sounded like a whale howling. Then he lunged at Sheyan and screamed.

"Don't dishonor Mr. Bill's name!"

Instead, his attack seemed frozen in mid-air. For suddenly a terrible musket appeared and pressed heavily against his head. It was actually "ambition".

Stafford wasn't afraid of musket damage, he even wanted to use that closeness to strangle that 'East Yan Sailor'! Nevertheless, an aura thread was attached to this musket, which made the depths of his soul tremble.

Sheyan sneered at "ambition."

"Looks like you recognize that musket! I still thought you wouldn't even put the captain in your eyes. If I were a traitor, wouldn't the captain have taken back the gun he gave me?

Stafford cocked his head, gritted his teeth, and howled.

"Let him fool you!!!"

Sheyan answered politely.

'What you're implying is that the fool Old Bill is more powerful than the captain. Even though you can both decipher that I'm a treacherous rat, did the captain still give me that? You must swear in your heart, the old scum captain must have been blind!

"Yes!!! Arrrrghhh, no, you spit a load of shit! Stafford's brain must have been corroded by the seawater and fell carelessly into Sheyan's words. He couldn't help but howl miserably," said is a load of shit. "

Sheyan laughs back.

"I'm throwing up rubbish, everyone here heard your words. Am I talking nonsense or are you; I'm sure everyone can recognize. Am I right crow?

Crow was already frustrated with Stafford and immediately let out a boisterous laugh before answering.

"Yes, I testify."

Stafford roared with fury.

"You bunch of conspirators are slandering me, I'll finish you off!"

Sheyan burst out laughing and answered.

“I am the third helmsman on the Flying Dutchman. A silly little pirate leader like you dares to break the code of our great Captain Davy Jones? Do you dare to touch me?

Stafford fumed.

"Why shouldn't I dare?"

Sheyan suspirou.

"Indeed, a petty rebel pirate like you dares to break the captain's code."

"A bunch of farts!!" Stafford was not the only one who believed in words. In fact, most pirates were used to using their weapons and body language to communicate with others.

Sheyan immediately pointed at him and called out with a surprised look on his face.

"You really dare say our captain's code is a bunch of farts?"

Stafford was apparently on the verge of losing his mind when he felt dizzy and let out a series of angry screams.

"A lot of farts, you fart scum, full of farts..."

Indeed. Stafford berated Sheyan for spewing garbage like farts, but his phrasing made it sound like he was cursing Davy Jones…. As the series of 'farts' were uttered from his mouth by the Hill Maiden side, a violent seething suddenly stirred in the seawater. After that, a huge tentacle with deathly white skin came out of the water and waved with incredible speed!

Stafford didn't even have time to make a high-pitched sound and was hit instantly within the next second; Acceleration like a hole in a golf ball. He drew a graceful arc along the horizon as he disappeared far from everyone's view. Not even the final splashing of Stafford could be heard…….

As Sheyan watched the huge, terrifying tentacle, her face showed a joyful expression.

"Oh, is that you? Beloved Paul. I was often reminded of your brilliant gambling at roulette.”

However, after Sheyan finished his greeting, the gigantic tentacle began to twitch around the Hill Maiden without courtesy. The creaks and squeaks of wood began to emanate from this Kilton Hill Maiden displacement that could carry over a hundred members. The Hill Maiden clearly could not withstand such pressure, and if that terribly powerful tentacle were to wield a touch of extra power, one could predict the complete obliteration of this ship.

At the same time, wild howls sounded from the Hill Maiden, while at the same time the pirates, watching such a scene on the pier, gasped with excitement! Also, it wasn't every day that they got to witness Davy Jones' Kraken.

Moreover, it has already been described that the scenery of this colossus rocking and sinking ships was indeed a spectacular sight; one that human strength could never withstand. Therefore, the spectator pirates feasted their eyes without being frightened.

However, they were quickly disappointed by the next sequence of events.

When Kraken Paul wrapped his tentacles around the Hill Maiden, she no longer exerted any power. Instead, it lifted this third-rate ship effortlessly as it swam toward the shallow bay. Eventually his huge head appeared in the bay….

It turns out that Paul didn't try to sink the ship. It had simply lost the ability to change size. In addition, the water at the head of the pier was very deep, and getting out of the water was not convenient. So he towed the ship to the shallows before greeting his acquaintance with ease.

Sheyan then produced "Ambition" and placed it on a suction cup of Paul's coiled tentacle.

"My beloved comrade, look. I not only protected this old companion from harm, I also protected him well.

Paul withdrew his tentacle along with the musket. Probably because of the current fixed volume, I haven't played with Davy Jones' treasures for a long time. After a brief moment, it began repeatedly tapping and rubbing two of its tentacles excitedly, causing a chaotic stirring of the sand and water in the shallows. In addition, their turmoil created a gorge 10 meters deep and 4 to 5 meters wide.

Sheyan was quite confused by Paul's excitement. Instead, a pathetic whore's voice came from the side.

"Hey, that big boy is so itchy because he's got too many parasites stuck to his tentacles."

Sheyan looked back; if not Jinkuang, then who?

Recently, without knowing why, this servant started sleeping and napping 20 hours a day. Even if he were awake, he would yawn. Sheyan tried to investigate but couldn't find another stranger, so he ignored Jinkuang. He never expected Jinkuang to suddenly appear at this point.

"Do you know why he's frustrated?"

Sheyan asked curiously.

Jinkuang scratched his head as scales spread before answering.

"Naturally. I think this is due to the recent increase in sleep. Not only have I become more attractive and confident, but my skills seem to have improved quite a bit.”

Sheyan wasn't afraid of Paul. No matter how bestial he turned or how monstrous his power became, everything would be fine as long as his soul stayed the same. An animal would not possess a man's cunning; if he was angry, he would be angry. If happy, then it would be bubbly. So Sheyan jumped right out of his boat while splashing loudly in the shallows before calling Paul.

"Hey buddy, are your tentacles pissed off?"

Paul responded to Sheyan in the most realistic way possible. With 'shining tears', it bluntly extended one of its huge tentacles toward Sheyan's front.

Upon careful examination, Sheyan noticed that several parasitic organisms had taken up residence on its surface; Turtle shells, oysters, barnacles, seaweed and so on. Even her young were infested with algae and oozing sores, probably due to their half-spiritual, half-physical stature. comparison of its tentacles with man's feet; it was pretty much a badly smashed athlete's foot, plus 5-6 ulcerated chilblains with oozing pus and another 7-8 big corns...

Without saying more, Sheyan ordered his pirate minion to hand out a greatsword. Despite this, he remained fairly concerned and secure.

"Detaching your boys from you isn't a problem, but it might hurt."

As before, Paul persistently pointed his tentacle at Sheyan's face, even wrapping it around Sheyan's periphery; to express its urgent determination ...

Sheyan shrugged and patiently began carving these growths like organisms with the broadsword; Give this octopus a pedicure.

Then the contented octopus lay down on the shallows while stretching its tentacles leisurely towards the sea and the shallows. Such a scene was relatively similar to someone lying on a massage chair while being cared for by a young attendant.

Sweating underneath his head, Sheyan looked up to see the bulk of his pirate crew watching, pretending it wasn't their business. Immediately, his anger rose as he yelled.

"You all had better get off the ship and help!! Otherwise, your annual loot will be halved!

After the captain gave the order, all the crew could do was stare at each other with trembling hearts. After all, this kraken was famous for killing and devouring without blinking.

However, they still jumped into the shallows like dumplings. Someone even asked Sheyan sheepishly.

“Captain, this Leviathan…yes, wrong, it's Mister Paul. Would he spin us around and pop us like dessert?

The gloomy Sheyan immediately kicked his buttocks and cursed.

"Do I look like dessert? By your logic, if I jump first, I would have the honor of being the first dessert, right?

This pirate only managed to massage his buttocks and went to work with a haggard and tear-streaked face.

The more manpower, the greater the strength. Paul simply stretched out his eight tentacles while humming leisurely. According to his latest statistics, these growing organisms of oysters, clams, seaweed, etc. weighed over a hundred pounds in all. It was said that restaurants and taverns then launched promotions for special seafood buffets. While diners at these buffets would describe the taste as exceptional. In addition, the raw materials for food were all obtained from the meat of the Paulo octopus.

With the help of his pirate crew, Sheyan took a long breath when he finally regained his freedom from this grueling pedicure job. So he went back to his old way of directing and instructing before pulling Jinkuang aside and asking.

"Do you have a method for asking about Paul's appetite? In any case, this grandpa has already landed, we have to ensure full complementation. Let it get full, which would also keep my subordinates from worrying.

Jinkuang smiled mischievously.

"Is there anything I, Excellency Jinkuang, cannot do?"

After speaking, he jumped into any sampan and asked a pirate to escort him to Paul's massive head. Then he started gesturing wildly like a Chinese magician, or maybe you could just describe it as jumping up and down with violent convulsions. Eventually he returned to Sheyan.

"Rum and a cow will do."

"Oh, that's easy." Sheyan immediately assigned someone to prepare. Instead, Jinkuang again continuously.

“Wait, salt the rum; one catty for each cask. After the cow is slaughtered, her blood must be drained before she is fully cooked.”

Sheyan was stunned.

"Are you sure you can eat like this?"

Jinkuang ignored him as he rolled his eyes and flashed his middle finger before yawning and walking back to continue his nap. At that moment, Sheyan felt that his captain's dignity had been violated, but he could only resign himself to such humiliation. Then he turned to the group of pirates nearby, seething with anger.

"Didn't you hear right? Hurry up and make it work!

When the truth came out, Jinkuang actually possessed the ability to communicate with animals. Paul feasted heavily on the food Sheyan had prepared and brought to him. Although its tentacles were huge, it was exceptionally agile. He wrapped himself in half a cow and skillfully put it in his mouth; identical to how people stuff french fries into their mouths.

Such an event caused the worried pirates engaged in pedicures to breathe a sigh of relief. as Mr. Paul had eaten completely, so of course attention would be diverted from them. A beast with a full stomach would be no threat.

However, reality proved a fact - Paul's appetite was huge and was amplified many times over by regular squid. Of course, a single meal would last the common octopus three days. Instead, the amount he ate could possibly last a week for Paul.

It can be further inferred that Sheyan paid an immense price to allow this beloved Paul to eat and drink fully; possibly buy every cow in all of Tortuga and maybe a third of all the rum. Unless your wallet suffered serious damage, your vitality would inevitably decrease.

Under the pirates' meticulous work, when Paul finished his meal, the pesky excremental organisms clinging to his eight tentacles were all eventually scraped off.

After that, this drunken colossus gently retreated into the sea. Before leaving, he played with "Ambition" for a while before raising his tentacle to wave goodbye.

Overall, it seemed that this simple creature did not help Sheyan at all, but only visited her for personal pleasure. Nonetheless, he had accomplished a feat that most people would never be able to accomplish after working their entire lives.

Remarkably, throughout the process of serving Paul, Sheyan was unconcerned about Skrtel and the others. Oddly enough, despite the cold shoulder, Skrtel chose to stay, watching sullenly from the side; When Paul left, he had changed his position.

After Paul left, Sheyan ordered the release of his captives and allowed the brothers to be released with bare buttocks, eggs and birds. He even gave them a polite smile and apologized.

The three angry prisoners wanted so badly to erase the 18 generations of Sheyan's bloodline, but at that moment they didn't dare to speak; They bury their downcast faces while holding their dangling balls underneath and walk away.

When Skrtel returned unattended, Sheyan quickly made amends by proactively releasing the captives; what counted as offering a face to him. Also, Sheyan got the impression that "Zhao Yun rushes into the ranks of Cao Cao's army seven times*". Despite this, Skrtel's face retained its incomparably ugly state. Tortuga veterans had only seen Skrtel's friendly state and such an angry expression before.

(TN: *This is a famous scene in Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Where Zhao Yun is like a fierce and matchless general who is unbridled in the army of Cao Cao (the ruler of one of the Three Kingdoms).)

It was actually quite simple why Skrtel had that expression. He knew that while Sheyan displayed a suppressed modesty, he couldn't regain lost face. If he tried to convince Sheyan, merchant ships from that port could be shipwrecked in the future; maybe they didn't even have a chance to reach that port!

Compared to the suffering of having one's existence destroyed, losing a face wouldn't mean much.

Also, since Sheyan had the privilege of waiting on this colossus, he would surely have the ability to make it cause problems for other ships. Speaking of Octopus Paul's simple logic, sinking multiple ships would be as easy as breaking shells.

Skrtel understood his own influence. Of course, knowing he definitely couldn't handle Kraken Paul, all he could do was resist that belly of flames.

Both Redbeard and Hoth understood this point similarly. Although they had been hanged, they clearly experienced the power of Octopus Paul's tentacles; to realize that not only fifth-rate ships, even the tallest seventh-rate ships can easily be dragged into the depths of the sea.

Even though they had both suffered so much shame, even though they knew themselves, they left without saying a single angry word.

After that, Sheyan had a brief chat with his old companion, Crow. He then discovered that the Fly Dutchman's ghostly curse had originally been dispelled, but had been replaced with a stronger curse.

It turns out that after the spooky curse was inflicted on him, Davy Jones has traveled far and wide in search of a method to remove the curse. However, he accidentally met the sea goddess Calypso and fell in love with her. It was Calypso who quelled the ghostly curse running through her veins.

Out of love, Davy Jones agrees to lead the crew of the Flying Dutchman in the sacred task of collecting all the poor souls that have died at sea and transporting them to the worlds beyond. The price for this was stepping on the ground once every ten years. For love, Davy Jones offered his own soul.

But a decade later, when Davy Jones landed after his ten-year service, Calypso was nowhere to be found. Distraught that his lover had betrayed him and blamed him for his actions, Davy Jones carved his own heart and locked it in a dead man's chest before burying it on Isla Cruces. Thereafter, Davy Jones abandoned his duty of gathering lost souls, where he suffered the terrible curse of losing his human qualities and freedom. Even the crew of the Flying Dutchman suffered the same situation as him and became like a fishman.

When Crow asked Sheyan, Sheyan responded with a mouth full of smoke; He mentioned that after discovering this group's treacherous conspiracy that year, he was mistakenly captured.

Crow expressed his understanding as he felt that Sheyan's skills were only mediocre... After this, the culprits conspiring against the captain opened a magic transporter on deck and captured him as he escaped.

In the end, he managed to find an opportunity to escape from them before returning to his mysterious east. After receiving a mystical spell treatment there, he managed to quell the spooky curse...

Sheyan then clearly revealed his goals, stating that after suppressing this curse for a decade, he could no longer sustain it; This requires finding a stronger curse to fight poison with poison. Then he would think of a solution to return east to heal.

Consequently, Sheyan revealed that his goal was to find Aztec gold on the Black Pearl... and began begging if the captain could help him.

Believing Sheyan's words to be true, Crow immediately agreed to take his message.

Eventually, after some time, Crow sent a fish that delivered a letter to Sheyan. There were several messages in the letter.

Explicit messages coming personally from Davy Jones himself.

The first news: Seaman Yan was third mate on the Flying Dutchman, he still is and always will be.

The second message - Flying Dutchman and Paul's crew are very busy, they will not provide direct offensive support to Sheyan

The Third Message - All the news he heard is known only to the crew of the Flying Dutchman.

To put it bluntly, Sheyan will likely continue to appear primarily under the Flying Dutchman name. However, when he encounters a tough nut that won't budge, like the Black Pearl, the Flying Dutchman doesn't step forward to help him.

This result has already been calculated by Sheyan. Furthermore, the Empire would definitely not allow Sheyan to mobilize such a deadly weapon as the Flying Dutchman's crew for a mission. To be able to carry that glory was a pleasant surprise.

Additionally, when Sheyan first began to flesh out his plans, he didn't take Davy Jones' strengths into account from the start.

By this time, Sheyan's other ships had finally arrived in port. Sheyan then turned all punitive matters over to Ol'Seadog and Philips, who followed them according to their previously worked out regulations.

Both Ol'Seadog and Philips possessed incredible talent for leadership and engagement. Meanwhile, having greatly increased Blacksail's speed through the combination of his agility and strange alchemical methods, he was now able to match Canbi's unprecedented monstrous strength.

With the two on deck, the results of the naval battles would certainly be surprising. Thus they became two important figures in Sheyan's reflections on naval battles.

At that moment, Sheyan realized something else. Probably because he had settled the matter with Skrtel earlier, he completely neglected a nightmare brand notification.

[His weapon 'Ambition' received the blessing of Kraken Paul]

Sheyan immediately pulled out "ambition" and did a thorough investigation before realizing that additional features had been built into this musket.

[Ambition +1]

(See Chapter 64 of Volume 3 for more attributes)

[Additional Enchantment Effect: Paul's Blessing (Passive) – Blessing bestowed by Kraken Paul, whenever 'Ambition' successfully damages enemies, they will infect enemies with ink. Accuracy reduced by 80% for 10 seconds and the effect cannot be dispelled]

[Also, Paul left a distinct aura on this weapon. An aura that can intimidate other sea creatures and cause them to flee in panic]

[Note: Paul's intimidating aura works best in this world. As for other worlds, its effect would be pretty limited as other legendary creatures from other worlds don't know what a 'Paul' is]

Since Sheyan had already publicly confirmed his status, his earlier fears were also swept away. If you wanted to grapple with him, you would have to consider both Davy Jones and Kraken Paul. Otherwise, they would have to ask themselves how long their ships could withstand the grip of Paul's tentacles!

After turning the loot over to the remaining pirates, Sheyan boldly released them ashore for fun.

The pirates had long been bored on board. And why did they fight? Wasn't it looting boots to satisfy your amusement?

They immediately burst into maniacal laughter as they gathered in groups of 4-5 and broke up again. After organizing several sentinels, Sheyan left with Reef and Brother Black. They also brought Ol'Seadog with them as Ol'Seadog was well traveled and very experienced. For now, they didn't have to borrow Canbi's power anymore. So Ol'Seadog was probably the best candidate.

Sheyan's first consideration was to sell his ships. Currently, his other three ships have arrived in port; three 3-masted warships of the British Royal Navy. Among them, Sheyan intended to reserve one as a supply for logistical purposes.

During naval approach attacks, there were often casualties. This ship would be refurbished to increase its carrying capacity, with the primary purpose of delivering supplies and transporting corpses or wounded.

As for the Hill Maiden, it's been completely subdued in terms of the board's long-distance capabilities, but with a priority on speed and payload. Your goal was to be as fast as possible and destroy enemy ships to attack them.

Therefore, Sheyan was only able to sell two ships; However, there were a handful of cannons.

Led by Ol'Seadog, the trio reached one of Tortuga's trading docks. Sheyan was about to enter, but instead Ol'Seadog pulled him back and whispered.

"Don't sponsor this dealer, we're passing through. This merchant is a ruthless shark who was fooled by them as I have been before.

Sheyan imediatamente riu.

"My favorites are the ruthless sharks!"

When he called out, he entered. A boiling cauldron of noise could be heard from inside.

The owner of this pier was an old man who looked wrinkled and dried by the sea breeze, but his pair of eyes remained bright.

It seemed that this old man's business was quite remarkable. When the trio walked in, the owner was speaking to a group of people and didn't have time to speak to them. Instead, an assistant in a black bandana approached the trio.

"Hello friends. Our boss had just returned from firing his teammates. So he doesn't have time to serve you. We bought single-masted boats for 20 guineas, if you think that's not enough, don't talk further.

After hearing his words, Sheyan immediately understood who these people who surrounded the old man were! They were bound to be competitors like him!

By the time these individuals would have reached Tortuga in one-masted boats by now. They should also be able to sell their single-masted boats and convert them into their first cash.

Noticing that foreigners were approaching and unloading property in large quantities, these unscrupulous traders naturally and blatantly lowered prices.

Apparently, merchants existed for profit; However, these unscrupulous free riders were actually very clever.

A single-masted sailboat may not be remarkable, but it can easily be converted into a fishing boat. Additionally, building a new fishing boat would likely cost several hundred guineas, according to Ol'Seadog. Furthermore, even if acquired with the stolen ones, it would still be worth a fair value of 200 guineas.

Shamelessly issuing a 20 guinea takeover certificate... these unscrupulous dealers really were as absurd as the Chinese melamine powdered milk fiasco. They really have reached the pinnacle of their species.

Hearing the wizard's words, Ol'Seadog ignited a nameless fire within him as he hit the counter hard.

"Who of you testified that we sell boats from a mast?"

Ol'Seadog was full of confidence as he rebuked in an imposing manner. The assistant didn't dare to be careless and hastily inquired.

"So what do our customers need?"

Ol'Seadog scolded loudly.

"Go ask your boss. Two third-rate ships of the British Royal Navy, together with me 23 Krupp 1-pounder or 3-pounder guns. How much are you willing to bid?

The assistant's eyes widened as he listened, then he lunged at the former assistant and screamed.

"Deke, you funny fool! It doesn't matter if you keep those puny dealers waiting. Once this deal closes, I'll give you half the share!

Sheyan and Reef were delighted; So the black headband is actually the boss while the old man is the assistant….

Ordered by his boss, old Deke immediately uttered declarations of absolution as he squeezed through the crowd. He then flattered the trio and invited them to a seat.

Meanwhile, these participants began swearing one by one. At present there were about 10 or more of them, and three groups could be distinguished among them. They resented having to wait in line earlier and never expected a sudden roadblock when it was their turn. Of course, they would obviously be excited.

Instead, Sheyan ignored her as he continued to talk to Mogensha and Reef, treating them like empty air.

Nevertheless, the competitors could not mobilize against them, because Tortuga was for them an analogy to Hell's Gate from the Avatar world; both are "safe" zones. So all they could do was grit their teeth and leave.

Sheyan then dispatched Jinkuang and led him to an intense beating with old Deke.

As the saying goes; Once Jinkuang advances, he thrives against everyone. Jinkuang shamelessly placed a stool next to Old Deke before jumping on it and lovingly massaging Old Deke's shoulders.

"My dear friend. The quality of our ships is first class, well maintained and beautiful. Your assessment is simply unjustified. Twenty-one 3-pounder guns are already 300 guineas apiece, and that is already 9,000 guineas..."

After Jinkuang bombarded him with excessive information, he fished out an abacus and noisily began to calculate. Finally he reported a number.

"How about this, the original sum should be 4,135 guineas and 17 shillings. But we will accept it at a reduced price of 4,500 guineas.”

Old Deke could sense something was suspicious, but stunned by all the information, he was able to successfully deal with Jinkuang.

Not long after he took the money and left, Old Shark's bitter cries echoed off the docks!

"Heaven! Even a brand new 3-masted galley ship is only worth 2,500 guineas!”

Hearing such a sad and high-pitched scream, Sheyan and Reef looked at each other, smiled and disappeared into the crowd. A few seconds later, old Deke ran away while screaming in desperation.

"What's wrong with me today, how can I just hand over money in my mess? Those damn crooks. You better pray you don't get caught by me!

Then Ol'Seadog took the trio to another dock; one with a fairer rating and fairer service. Sheyan then urged the dock owner to abandon the ship's gunnery capabilities in order to seek speed. asked if he could increase Hill Maiden's current speed by one notch and that the price was negotiable.

The owner of this dock was Lohan, a 40-year-old bearded man with a heavy accent and lots of charisma. After understanding Sheyan's questions, he personally examined Hill Maiden before ensuring that a general change could be made at a 20% increased rate at the same time the next day. Of course, it demanded an exorbitant fee of 5,000 gold guineas.

For another mediocre competitor, 5,000 gold guineas was just a terribly amazing pit. Even two of Sheyan's third-rate warships couldn't be sold for 5,000 guineas. However, for the current Sheyan, this down payment was tantamount to a change.

With the lavish harvest of 160,000 gold guineans he obtained by selling the fruits of the giant Sargasso, he kept a surplus of more than 100,000 gold guineans; This was after accounting for various expenses including boots for his pirate crew and the meal he had previously provided to Paul.

Therefore, at Lohan's request, Sheyan bluntly accepted. After paying his fee, he nonchalantly asked Lohan.

"I'm just wondering if there could be a way to build a ship faster than the Black Pearl?"

Lohan was a little surprised as she shook her head.

"That would be impossible."

Sheyan was intrigued.

"So why?"

Aware that Sheyan was a customer who wasted his money like garbage, Lohal thought before he laughed. After serving his customers a cup of coffee, he asked them to be seated before the start.

“Speaking of that story, it's really long. There are many legends and rumors surrounding the Black Pearl. However, its most compelling feature, not just in name but in reality, is its undisputed position as the fastest in the Caribbean Sea; the symbol of freedom! Anyone wondering how the Black Pearl became the fastest ship in the Caribbean? Definitely not! In fact, every new ship builder would have ambitions to build a ship faster than the Black Pearl!”

“Once when I was being apprenticed to the Royal Craftsman, Master Jason Richie, I was discussing the subject with a friend. He told me it was said that when the Black Pearl first sailed, she was just an ordinary five-masted merchant ship. If it had any unique subject then surely it must have been its extraordinarily magnificent keel*!”

(TN:*The keel is the basic structure of a ship)

"Keel?" asked the confused reef. He really didn't understand the terminologies of this maritime subject.

Probably because Lohan wanted to earn more from these bankers, he patiently elaborated.

“During shipbuilding, the keel is the longitudinal structure along the base that supports the structure from bow to stern of the ship; where structural ribs branching along the keel would strengthen the entire hull of the ship. It resembles the creatures' spine and has ribs on either side that bulge out of the spine. The keel is the heart of the ship's backbone. Only with him can a ship have a foothold.”

Noticing that her clients roughly understood her, Lohan's tone became increasingly serious.

“When the Black Pearl was first launched, her basic functionality was as an armed merchant ship. You should know that an armed merchant ship refers to a hybrid between a merchant ship and a warship; allows a merchant ship to defend itself against naval fleets or pirate ships.

"My guess was that the Black Pearl's former captain was someone with astute vision and flourishing ambitions. Whenever they plundered ships, they not only looted riches, but also looked for valuable and rare ship components; before installing them on the Black Pearl. That way, it didn't matter that they couldn't tow their captured ships."

As they listened to Lohan, Brother Black and Reef looked at Sheyan at the same time; of course, he remembered his actions of confiscating other ships' valuable components. Sheyan himself had the same idea. Lohan then continued.

“What we were able to confirm at the time was that the Black Pearl's captain was definitely biased in his worship of speed! Thus, on the long voyage of the Black Pearl, they plundered countless different ships; to incorporate several precious compartments into his ship, with these compartments invariably tilted to increase speed. Thus, over the many years of plunder, the ship gradually became quality. Eventually, he was hailed as the swiftness emperor of the Caribbean Sea. The symbol of freedom, the Black Pearl!”

Brother Black intervened abruptly.

“That doesn't seem too difficult to achieve. Following that logic, as long as you have wealth, would purchasing such speed-enhancing components not be enough to defeat the Black Pearl?”

Upon hearing this, Lohan immediately burst out laughing.

"That's why I started this story by making the ship's keel! A ship is the manifestation of over a thousand different and precise components! Accumulating valuable components is definitely not that easy.”

"Believe me, my friends. Some of the ship's precious and ingenious components even had their own spirits! Can you imagine a choir with only one member? Even if you like sweet flavors, do you want cane juice poured into your steak?

“The reason the Black Pearl is considered the peerless Emperor of Speed ​​is because she has possessed an insurmountable, supreme keel since her first voyage!!! Only such a mystical keel, an indomitable spine supporting the entire ship, can stem the shock and undo the devouring of these precious components. Much like a naval commander-in-chief gathering his perfect components generals, he eventually created the marvel as the Speed ​​​​​​Emperor of the Caribbean Sea! Without its keel, the angry components infused into the Black Pearl would have rebelled in contention.”

After speaking in her thick accent for so long, Lohan was pretty thirsty. He picked up his coffee mug and sniffed the rich aroma before taking several delicious sips.

"Let me be honest, I can only guarantee a 20% increase in your ship's speed because it has several valuable components. However, these components cannot display all of their attributes due to their incompatible arrangement and installation methods. Without these few valuable components of the ship, even increasing its speed by 10% would be difficult.”

Hearing this point, Sheyan nodded and placed 10 gold guineas on the table.

"Really captivating, Mr. Lohan. So your story. Your eloquence and coffee are worth being so valuable. Also, I will no longer delay your time to allow for quick changes to my ship.”

Lohan then sent her.

"I will send my men to begin work on your ship. By this time tomorrow, sir, you will see a warship hovering over the ocean.

"I'll wait." Sheyan smiled humbly.

The group of four continued to wander through this bizarrely shaped but thriving port of Tortuga. Arriving at a store with the familiar name "Chicken and Dog," Sheyan was amazed to see this wily freeloader Mole Waller, comfortably relaxed in a chair; glancing at passers-by. After the collapse of the port of Turtuga, this "chicken and dog" shop managed to rebuild here.

(TN:*This was the shop Sheyan found in Volume 3 in Turtuga Harbor)

Jinkuang has long heard the story that Sheyan was bullied by this old man. So he planned an attack and wanted to settle it for Sheyan. Instead, Sheyan stopped him and said it wasn't time yet. On the contrary, Brother Black and Reef went up personally to witness the misery of this old man. In the end it was the unfortunate Reef who got involved.

Mole Waller immediately dragged Reef as he entered the store. While tears and phlegm flowed, the wretched old man berated Reef for his carelessness; accusing him of destroying his only companions over the years - the pet ants he kept. Seeing the old man choked with old tears, Reef, with his gentlemanly elegance, could only wordlessly buy a "gem" from that chicken and dog shop as a form of compensation; a toothpick described as being made from a sacred white tiger's beard. Only later did Reef manage to escape their clutches.

The distant Jinkuang hissed furiously at wanting to rob him of his family's fortune as he watched things unfold. Instead, Sheyan pulled him back, suggesting that they should accumulate the debt first before slowly calling it in as they hit an all-time high....

Here in Tortuga the biggest attraction would be the slaughterhouse. The slaughterhouse had nothing to do with butchers, fat meat, or fat, hulking butchers. Rather, it was just an average auction market.

Having made much booty, many pirates wanted to sell these treasures quickly; Here, too, they often got cheap bargains. However, Sheyan and his friends arrived at an awkward time, and all that was left of the auction market was sporadic loose junk. After doing some research, they discovered that an "official" auction would be held every ten days; during the breaks only loose rubbish remained. The previous auction had just ended and they had to wait another 7-8 days.

After wandering through this junk market, Sheyan hasn't acquired much. He ended up spending 3,000 guineas to buy the blue hybrid wood board, which could increase ship hull durability by 25%. Besides, nothing else was attractive.

Remarkably, Reef reaped an unexpected windfall. He managed to find a saber scabbard, yes, a scabbard that could somehow contain his lightsaber.

The material composition of this scabbard was peculiar; slightly rock identical. Strange patterns were engraved on it, and it was considered an item rather than equipment. Its viability was extremely simple - after storing a weapon in it for 120 minutes, the weapon's explosive attack rate would increase by 3% after taking it out; for a period of 60 minutes.

After wandering around Tortuga Harbor for a while, Sheyan noticed the time and spoke.

"It's time."

Reef asked confused.

"What's the time?"

Sheyan laughed and answered.

"It's time these candidates hit a wall."

Reef was even more intrigued and asked.

"Can't you speak more clearly?"

Sheyan nodded as he answered.

"All right, then it's time to lay out my plans. At the same time, you can refer to it to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. First, let's talk about our mission, which is to obtain an Aztec gold coin that will curse the crew of the Black Pearl."

Reef and Mogensha nodded. Sheyan then continued.

“We were recently lucky enough to get the coordinates of Isla de Muerta – where Barbossa's treasures rest. That is, if we want to acquire Aztec gold, we can shamelessly steal it; hence the difficulty of getting one is almost nil.”

"Instead, we now face the problem - as soon as we touch Aztec Gold, Barbossa would sense it immediately and pursue us in a frenzy. Unfortunately we need to hold Aztec Gold for more than three days!”

reef then added.

"From the perspective of the original story, Barbossa and his team are currently an undead existence that cannot be killed. Therefore, it is impossible to challenge them in the resistance. These savage killers would not feel an ounce of pain or fear. If we fold our hands with them, we will definitely be the ones who will perish.”

Shena nodded and explained.

"That's why the Reich has given us a whole month to prepare! Think carefully, what should we prepare?

Mogensha revealed a thoughtful thought as she murmured.

"Since our rival is an immortal being, our only option is to run and hide. In fact, the mission that tells us to get an Aztec gold for three days also answers this point. Despite this, our opponent is a ship with the highest speed in the Caribbean! Trying to run away with Aztec Gold is just not realistic!”

Sheyan nodded and continued.

"So that's the problem I kept thinking about after getting this quest. Undoubtedly, our rival has two advantages over us. First, it's immortal. Second, its speed is unrivaled in the Caribbean. Being undead is a superiority we cannot contest. Rather the superiority of speed, there are certain reasonable methods of counteracting that.”

Reef mumbled.

"Are you suggesting... going to the beach?"

Sheyan clapped his hands and answered.

"That's right! landing indeed. The Black Pearl is not a flying ship. Once we reach the mainland, it would be tantamount to eliminating the greatest superiority Barbossa and his crew possess! But here's the problem. Barbossa can clearly sense the location of the stolen Aztec gold. Therefore, this pellet-sized Isla de Muerta would not be suitable for us to hide and wait. According to their coordinates and map references, the shortest distance between this treasure island and a continent is 1,300 nautical miles..."

That said, a twinkle suddenly flashed in Sheyan's eyes.

“So what we need is a ship; an exceptionally fast ship. This ship must be able to cover 1,300 nautical miles in the shortest possible time and reach the mainland. Also, during this process, you must not allow the Emperor of Speed, the Black Pearl, to reach you! Therefore I tried by all means to get a fast ship. This ship doesn't have to be faster than the Black Pearl, but it should at least ensure that we can successfully come ashore without the Black Pearl catching up to us.”

"Having said Mr. Lohan, do you understand the intentions of the Kingdom to allocate us a full month now? Of course, this is the right time to loot other ships so that we have enough reserves to loot high-quality components. and finally build this exact speedboat!

"A period of a whole month... suffice it to say that the speed of the Black Pearl is definitely much faster than we imagined! As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemies to emerge victorious from every battle. So what we need to understand now is how fast the Black Pearl really is! Of course it would be better if we could understand some of his weaknesses.”

Brother Black's eyes actually lit up.

“The captain of the Pérola Negra, Barbossa, would definitely not accept our interview. However, there is another who understands the Black Pearl better than Barbossa. Your name does not have to be displayed correctly! Indeed, Jack Sparrow, abandoned by his treacherous crew! But... what does that have to do with "running against the wall"?"

Being forewarned means being prepared, as Sheyan chuckled in response.

"I had a brief encounter with Jack in my previous world, an encounter of suspicion. Also, his crew had just started a mutiny against him. Do you think he would trust me and trust me? That's totally impossible. Therefore, a recommending agent is essential. The identity of this individual is very special. First, Jack Sparrow trusted him, and second, we must be able to earn his trust..."

“Coincidentally, there is someone in Tortuga; someone who is currently in trouble, can't afford even the cheapest rum and is desperately living in a pigsty! His name is obviously Joshamee Gibbs! The reason I mentioned the competitors hitting the wall is because these guys definitely wouldn't let such an obvious clue slip away. While there's a chance their reputation is higher than mine, it's absolutely impossible for them to produce anything that Joshamee can move; and that's a ship!! A huge ship that can brave the waves and sail the seven seas!”

That said, Sheyan paused and continued.

“Besides him, if possible, there is someone else we should visit; because the only Black Pearl was sunk, it was made by him. This is the governor of the East India Trading Company, Cutler Beckett. To save the Black Pearl, which had already sunk in the abyss of the sea, Jack made a deal with Davy Jones to serve on the Flying Dutchman for a century!

Exactly by Sheyan's calculations, a dispirited Joshamee Gibbs was surrounded by a group of competitors. Although these contestants didn't have many guineas, they still had enough to offer their guests a drink.

The wily Joshamee Gibbs gulped down his rum vehemently as he returned the contestants with laughter and chatter; apparently he just wanted to enjoy this toast.

In this day and age, news among bartenders travels fast and plentifully. The tales of the Sheyan pirates who killed Gray Pigeon's bartender Dark Widow have long since arrived here. When Ol'Seadog visited this tavern he received exceptionally warm service.

The competitors sent here, meanwhile, were obviously talents of quite remarkable charm. So most of them were still able to converse fluently with Joshamee. However, just like Sheyan's speculation, having a ship that was only minimally third rate and could handle wind and waves was a key criterion in moving Joshamee.

Eventually, the heaven-shaking conversations were just enough to cement her private friendship with him.

Sheyan and his friends chose to sit peacefully in a corner and watch Joshamee's direct smile but suggestive conversations as he addressed the contestants.

As time went by, the contestants' hopes dwindled along with the dwindling gold doubloons, gradually turning to despair; want to rebel against him.

Not long after, Joshamee Gibbs finally finished his last pint of rum. Not entirely satisfied, he tasted her lips before looking around in confusion.

"Yes, where did you go?"

After squandering their wealth, these competitors realized that this wily Joshamee would not succumb. Rather, they could not rebel against him and only scatter.

At that moment, Sheyan glanced at Ol'Seadog. Then Ol'Seadog got up and began to sit next to Joshamee before gesturing to the more expensive Kronerrum and began to drink leisurely.

In the port of Turtuga, Golden Rum was the most expensive; a situation caused by Little Lord Fokke's laissez-faire approach to his port. On the contrary, Tortuga was like an intense war between merchants and taverns. As long as you had the money, you would even get "China's Pure Longjing"! Of course, the popular pirate rum was plentiful, with a plethora of quality options. There were five rums above the Golden Rum class. For a pint like Crown Rum it was fifty guineas a pint; Still, it only ranked third among all Tortuga port rums.

(TN: *Longjing tea is a type of tea in China)

Joshamee's alcohol tolerance has always been excellent. Also, he had drunk at most 2 to 3 cups of cachaça treated by these competitors, which did little to quench his addiction. Witnessing the golden liquid swirling in Ol'Seadog's mug, he couldn't help but drool and asked.

"Ahoy friend, would you like to buy me a jug of rum?"

Ol'Seadog replied with a grin.

"Yes, if you wish to meet me, Captain."

Joshamee hesitated before answering.

"Who can be your captain?"

Ol'Seadog turned his attention away, his eyes filled with adoration.

'The third helmsman on the Flying Dutchman. First Mate of the Kraken Paul, Legendary Captain of the Magnificent Hill Maiden – Seaman Yan the Mysterious East.”

Joshamee was an experienced person. From his point of view, of the few compliments that describe Sheyan, the most significant Kraken would be Paul's companion. So, under the allure of Crown Rum, he sat down next to Sheyan.

Joshamee Gibbs had a full beard down to his chin and a rounded head. For some unknown reason, Sheyan had always thought he looked like a rugged, powerful orangutan. After taking his seat, he toasted Sheyan with his cup.

"Mr. Gibbs, a pleasure. This is our second date.”

Joshamee hesitated before answering.

“Oh yes, over a decade ago you were a fledgling under Ammand. I should tell you that Amman has been looking for you for a decade. Now that news of his reappearance has spread, he will never spare him.

Sheyan Riu.

“Here is my gratitude for your burning memory. Bartender, get Mister Gibbs a pint of Crown Rum here, yes.

Joshamee rubbed his hands and smiled.

"How can I accept so much goodwill?"

But Joshamee's behavior immediately revealed the hypocrisy in his words. This seasoned pirate veteran impatiently took his mug of Crown Rum and drank it down without leaving a single drop; before letting out a satisfied belch.

Sheyan was in no hurry to interrogate, but he asked sincerely.

“I was there the night the port of Turtuga was leveled. Little Lord Fokke got into the Black Pearl, but that's all I know. Mr. Gibbs, you were at the scene, what happened?

At that moment, Sheyan realized that Little Lord Fokke must have known by now that he was the culprit. Even so, there was no way he would reveal his wife's affairs to the public before he was killed. It had nothing to do with his dignity as Lord, but with the general plight of men... Hearing Sheyan's words, Joshamee's face twisted in fear and discomfort as he answered evasively.

"Honestly, I didn't know why Lil'Lord Fokke started a mad rage against us. At noon, Lil'lord Fokke invited the Ol'Cap'n and Jack to pay homage to his late wife. No one knew it was a terribly insidious conspiracy. Luckily our Jack Sparrow decided against it. From now on, don't you ever see me again, Ol'Cap'n, no one knows if he's alive or dead. You could see how loyal he was to Jack; Although he knew about the affair between him and little Fokke's wife, Sally, he still remained secretive at this point.

Sheyan nodded when he asked.

"Did the Black Pearl fall after the old captain was removed?"

Joshamee got excited as he called out.

"Blimey! That's impossible! We still had Mr. Sparrow and our powerful Chief of Staff, Hanz. But I have to admit, Lil'lord Fokke's power is really frightening even for his own troops to flee, otherwise the Black Pearl might have become history."

"Oh?" Undoubtedly, Sheyan's greatest desire right now was to understand Little Lord Fokke's abilities. He immediately snapped his fingers. 'Waiter, bring me another pint for Mr Gibbs; a western rum to wet the throat. Bartender please, you can't pour the stones directly into the drink. Pass the cup, we'll add our own bricks!

Western-Summit Rum was a more expensive, higher quality rum for Crown Rum. A spark lit up in Joshamee's eyes. He no longer dared to swallow the cup in one go, but enjoyed it in a few sips. Then he put on a horrified face as he continued.

“Lil'Lord Fokke really was a demon. The deadliest demon my eyes have ever seen! He could unleash fiendish blasts of icy air and freeze my pirates into ice cubes. Although our blades cut your body, your vitality may not be affected. not even shed a drop of blood. I've even seen him sacrifice his men's souls to replenish their vitality. What was the main reason your troops ended up abandoning Lil'Lord Fokke? Hillho, isn't that the scariest thing!

As he spoke this far, Joshamee could no longer hide the horror in his eyes.

“That night nearly forty of my crew crossed hands with Lil'Lord Fokke where he killed about thirty of them. Still, none of them survived, not a single one! The wounded later died, and even the indomitable team boss Hanz is no exception! Plagued by the same disease, they died a month after the battle! Mighty Hanz might only have a small cut on his arm, but he wouldn't survive this ordeal!"

Sheyan listened in silence until Joshamee gasped for his cup again before asking.

"And how did it happen that he was killed?"

"Dead?" Joshamee smiled bitterly. "No, no, you must have misunderstood something. Yes, that night we realized that your ice magic was too powerful, so we lit a huge fire. In the end, Crew Chief Hanz used a flare to set little Lord Fokke on fire before Jack fired a 3-pounder cannon at him. Lil'lord Fokke and his great demon horse fell into the ocean, never to be seen by us again.

Sheyan thought for a while; He explained that while Joshamee left out a few things, he wasn't trying to rip him off. Then he coughed to begin his official questions.

"Mr. Gibbs. I've noticed you've been seeming pretty down lately. Your body odor tells me do you look like you're in a pigsty?

Joshamee's face wore a strange expression.

"We shouldn't be talking about this, right? Seaman Yan brothers?

Sheyan riu suavemente.

"Of course that's not a problem. So shouldn't we be talking about Mr. Jack Sparrow? Looks like he's about to be invited to the Port Royal jails.

"Oh? How long has he been in Port Royal jails? All I know is that he visited Port Royal.” Joshamee spoke with utter frustration. “Also, many have been looking for excuses to come to see me today.

"Oh, the fables aren't always accurate, but I know your words aren't really from the heart, Mister Gibbs." Sheyan laughed and continued.

"You and I both understand this deeply - without Captain Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl will forever be commanded by the traitorous Barbossa. Let me be frank about my intention to tell you all this; I just hope you want Barbossa to take care of me with Mr. Jack Sparrow. At least if it's too difficult, I need to understand some comprehensive information about the Black Pearl. That is my goal."

Joshamee picked up his cup as he asked suspiciously.

"Do you really only have this assignment?"

Sheyan opened his hands in response to Joshamee's doubts, he sincerely proclaimed.

"I'm the third mate on the Flying Dutchman, you know that?"

Joshamee nodded.

"Sim."

"I need not explain the curse suffered by the crew of the Flying Dutchman, but I managed to suppress that curse using an Eastern mystical method. However, such suppression would gradually lose effectiveness over time. According to a well-known necromancer, this curse can be removed by putting a stronger curse on myself. Come to think of it, this Aztec curse plaguing Barbossa and his crew is my only chance of survival.”

“Therefore, I will bring the source of this curse, Aztec gold, back east for exploration; hoping that one day the necromancers can dispel it and rid me of this nightmare. That's my ultimate goal... Sorry, Mr. Gibbs. Now that you know too much, you know that dead people don't tell stories unless you cooperate with me. Do you think I have such abilities?”

Joshamee scolded irritably.

"Holy shit! I never wanted you to reveal all of this.

Sheyan fixed her gaze on him and whispered.

"It doesn't matter, the point is that you heard and remembered. So you can choose to follow me and live or perish.

Joshamee scratched his head while giggling sheepishly.

"Maybe I'll be treated like a first mate on the voyage, so I'll go with you? Yes, I think you must have a good ship. How else are you going to save the man in Port Royal? Let me get this straight, my feet could never bear to step on damn single-masted boats. The dignity of a veteran pirate prevents him from boarding such a dilapidated ship.

Sheyan laughs back.

"I commanded a third-rate ship in the British Royal Navy. You might meet old comrades on board. More importantly, it's being improved in the dock. Mr. Lohan says he will finish remodeling it tomorrow. It should be as fast as the Black Pearl.”

"That's impossible!" Joshamee was quickly annoyed. “The Black Pearl is the fastest ship in the Caribbean, second to none! All right, to expose your noise, I'm boarding your ship to examine it.

However, at this point a competitor burst into the tavern. She could be seen panting heavily, but she immediately revealed a joyful revelation upon seeing Joshamee. With a beautiful appearance like hers, her summoning was probably excellent. Also, the dress she wore shone with a silver sheen, obviously a plot quality silver outfit.

"My dear Mr. Gibbs. According to your request, we have bought a third class ship. Please walk with us.

Joshamee shrugged and said goodbye.

"Hello Beautiful. I have to apologize as there is only one miserable Joshamee. Since I agreed to board his ship, I must comply with his request.

This woman immediately turned to Sheyan as her eyes shed hateful rays.

"You again! Is a growth-hunter booking service a big deal? All the competitors in the world will become your rivals now that you've stolen Joshamee!

Sheyan didn't pay any attention to her since he was waving a "whatever" gesture here. Very soon, another 7-8 participants came from outside. Looking coldly at the trio, they seemed to sketch the trio's faces in memory before they left. Sheyan suddenly blurted out.

"Can you guess where they got their third rate ship from?"

Mogensha hesitated a little before answering.

"Could it be one of the two ships we sold before?"

Sheyan scoffed tastelessly.

"It's right."

Brother Black then thought before exclaiming with enlightened revelation.

"Now I understand. The reason you wanted Jinkuang to bargain with the former assistant was obviously to increase the purchase price of our third-rate ship. .. This way you can cut off most of the gold guineas owned by these competitors and weaken the potential of their skills!”

Sheyan Riu.

"I messed things up the last time I visited this pirate of the Caribbean world, but came back with a fortune worth a measly hundreds of guineas. While this large group has incredible abilities and can bring together the different factions of the armed forces... at least we've temporarily limited your deployable gold guineas to less than 10,000 guineas!"

“Everyone knows this analogy – making 100 guineas out of 10 guineas might take 10 days, but 10,000 guineas to 100,000 guineas would only take five days. So, to avoid unnecessary setbacks, all I can do is use these common business tactics. Besides that... hah, I even gave them the choice. If they are not acting tactfully, they should not blame me.”

Mogensha asked doubtfully.

"What choice?"

Sheyan Riu.

"You'll know soon enough."

After escorting Joshamee to his ship, Sheyan tended to some minor chores on his ship. He then pondered and prepared a list of deliveries - information about the Isla de Muerta, home of Aztec gold, to inquiring into the whereabouts of the Black Pearl and even asking for news regarding Port Royal.

A long time passed. Suddenly Blacksail knocked on her door and asked for an audience - she had business to report to the captain. Sheyan pondered as he ushered in Blacksail, and immediately recognized the excellent mood Blacksail was in, originally wounded.

After that period of inactivity, her pale face was now red. Sheyan wasn't worried about that, after all that was the effect of alcoholic rum. Soon after, he started listening to Blacksail.

"Captain. A priest wants to join the crew. He's a shabby priest, a terrible pirate, but a respected doctor. I've personally experienced the wonderful treatments of his healing arts. Also, your moldy breadcrumbs (the penicillium in moldy breadcrumbs) were miraculously soothing Chase my comrades' fever, that's why I recommend it.

Sheyan was aware that in this day and age, doctors are often viewed as a side hustle. Furthermore, in this Caribbean world, pirates boasted of supernatural methods; how holy water is really effective etc. However, the healing times of the pirates would exceed almost a week.

To be honest, if his former team of Bell and Mug had had a reliable doctor, the likelihood of Sheyan's attempt to cut Scarface Harry would have been limited. Thinking from that perspective, Sheyan nodded.

"Bring him for an audience."

Shortly after, a brat named Kayto followed in awe of Sheyan. His current style of dress was not very different from that of other doctors, but obviously the difference between doctors in today's world was great.

A black sombrero hat was tucked under Kayto's left armpit, while he wore a black tunic and cortex pants. Both garments were coated with camphor and wax as an insulator against infectious diseases, so they gave off a fairly strong odor. The most striking feature was of course a raven mask with a pointed beak; a plague doctor mask symbolizing a doctor.

The distinguishing mark for choosing a raven was reverence for the god of death, as ravens were symbols of the god of death in the west. The essence of the meaning of this mask was to filter the airways with its hollow interior from contaminating bacteria; designed with special scented materials with identical effectiveness as a gas mask. Red-eye lenses are designed to protect your eyes. This mask was known to protect the doctor from the miasma of evil.

Detail-loving Sheyan, however, noticed a stain on the doctor's long coat and the wear and tear on his shoes. This indicated Kayto's suboptimal economic conditions.

"Mr. Kayto?" Sheyan used a friendly tone. "Welcome aboard the Hill Maiden, would you prefer coffee or tea?"

Kato rose respectfully and returned the cordiality.

"Everything is fine, sir."

Sheyan didn't address the topic of medicine directly, instead serving a cup of coffee as he spoke while smiling softly.

"My companion said you were a poor priest, a terrible pirate, but an excellent doctor when he recommended you. I would like to hear your opinion on this.”

Kayto's complexion flushed as he answered.

“Actually, sir, it's a very simple story. A young priest fell in love with a nun, but the problem is that the nun loved him back. Betray the laws of your faith, unite, face the fate of persecution on the cross, or flee to the open sea.”

“A man must earn his living. Unfortunately I have no talent with swords or weapons. That's why they call me a terrible pirate. Fortunately, during my tenure as a priest, I have attempted to heal several patients. From then on, this practice became my livelihood.”

Sheyan's eyes sparkled as he continued to question.

"Is this nun your wife now? Your child's mother?

Kayto nodded.

“You are right sir, indeed my wife and mother of four; a fifth probably in three months. So my situation is helpless, I just want to find a generous Master.”

“Very good, Mr. Kayto. Your interview ends here, you can wait outside; 2 minutes maximum. Oh yeah, call Ol'Seadog on the way. Sheyan ordered.

Filled with uneasy feelings, Kayto left. Soon after, Ol'Seadog appeared in front of Sheyan.

"Any orders for me, Captain?"

answered Sheyan.

“Escort Kayto to her home. If your children's characteristics are similar to your wife's, allow him to join our team. Normally, parents would not risk their children if they acted like a mouse.

Ol'Seadog nodded.

After a long time he entered the cabin again.

"No problem, captain. The four children inherited the shade of their father's hair and pupils; look identical to him. Also, Lord Kayto asks me if it's possible for the captain to provide some gold for him to get a magic balm. It is known that this balm comes from Saudi Arabia and has a great healing effect on wounds and diseases. Those are his original words - every gram of balm can save ten lives in a crisis."

Sheyan reacted decisively.

"Good. Take Canbi and Blacksail with you. Bring ten other boys with you.

Another period passed. Scented with thick perfume, Sheyan was presented with an oil balm where his nightmare impression notified him.

[This is a magical ointment made from the fat of a sperm whale by the Sudan Royal Company. Integrated with various essences, the wounds quickly stop bleeding and fully heal within 24 hours when a character uses them. When a competitor uses it, they gain an additional HP regen of +10 HP/minute; Duration: 12 hours. This ointment can be used 50 times]

A single can of balsamic oil costs just 300 guineas. However, note that Mr. Kayto was only able to purchase 7-8 cans before stocks ran out….

After that, the pirates who had scattered about the taverns and bars returned, while other pirates eager to join Sheyan's crew arrived in an endless stream. However, Sheyan's team was already reaching capacity. Also, it was best to employ loyal and obedient subordinates, and so new pirates were recruited with exacting criteria.

As such, he managed to keep several dozen capable pirates, two of whom possessed impressive strength; the ones that were shockingly on the level of Scarface Harry and Alan Dale!

Obviously these two possessed impressive unique plot gear or outstanding individual skills. Originally they acted arrogant and indomitable, but after witnessing Canbi's strength and Blacksail's agility, they were completely convinced.

One, dubbed the Springswan Killer, communicated a clear goal. By joining Sheyan's crew, he directly raised his hope of gaining more strength through his merits in the future. He possessed abilities in both combat prowess and magic, where he could control ice. Not only could he enchant weapons with his magic, he could freeze his enemy's limbs through direct hand contact.

The other pirate's name was Prince, an individual who prided himself on his fists. He looked pretty naughty and strong, but after being mercilessly beaten up by Canbi, he became a bit well-behaved. His goal when joining the crew was mainly exorbitant loot.

With his entry, Sheyan's crew once again strengthened their naval combat skills. In addition to the "Royal Salve of Sudan," pirates would also show greater confidence in such hand-to-hand combat.

Joshamee Gibbs also surprisingly recommended two people for Sheyan. These two individuals were not experts in naval combat, but they were crucial characters in sea navigation. Also, they were famous in Tortuga.

The first was a player named Spike. Every time he got gold, he definitely squandered it at gambling bars before borrowing more and continuing his lavish habits. However, this person had an exceptional reputation and was often able to acquire more money to keep gambling. The reason he was always able to find a source of credit was because of his exceptional carpentry skills. This current era focused on wooden Constitution warships, their carpentry skills were definitely one of the best and most impressive. Also, Sheyan coincidentally lacked a talent that could quickly repair and maintain his ship.

In order to invite Spike on board, Sheyan had to become his guarantor and pay off his debt; where his issues reached an extravagant valuation of 15,000 gold guinea. A number like that would certainly give other captains headaches, but Sheyan didn't seem to mind.

The other character's name was Sace, known for his skill in handling the sails. Ships of this era sailed entirely depending on the wind, and an excellent sail operator would definitely increase efficiency and speed while underway.

For a captain looking for speed, he absolutely couldn't pass it up. Still, Sace had an eccentric personality and his only weakness was his wife; While his wife's weakness was that of most fat and obese women, she was extremely greedy.

So, to invite Sace, another 10,000 gold guineas flowed from Sheyan's finances. Meanwhile, the accumulated wealth of the Roma had plummeted to a new low, falling from the 6-digit highs. Despite this, Sheyan continued to acquire large quantities of special goods from Tortuga, where he intended to sell them to Port Royal.

In the end, one by one, his pirate subordinates tried to dissuade him, pointing out that Port Royal was extremely strict about smuggling. Particularly after Norrington assumed the role of Port Royal Defense Officer, oversight was carried out impartially in every respect. Not even mentioning Sheyan, who was a new patron with no insider connections, even the tyrant Skrtel's business was badly affected; resulting in transactions dropping many times over what they used to be.

Little did his team realize that the trio had an outrageous technique known as party saving; This allows them to easily bypass the strict surveillance by port officials. Otherwise, your crew would inevitably have to go overboard.

After that, nothing special happened. By the time Mr. Lohan's renovation of Hill Maiden was complete, Hill Maiden had long been prepared and stocked with fresh water and food supplies. Hoisting her huge sails, her anchor was lowered as she sailed again across the vast oceans.

However, after 5-6 nautical miles into their journey, Sheyan issued an order - forward at half speed! Though unaware of this, his entire pirate crew nonetheless obeyed when the captain triggered their command.

Another 7-8 nautical miles passed. The lookout, Ol'Seadog, ordered his men to report two third-rate British Royal Navy ships haughtily pursuing them. These were very likely the two ships they previously sold and they appeared to have malicious intent.

Sheyan then laughed heartily.

“As expected, these brats are here. Bag! It's time for you to run, watch maintaining ship speed. These brats are probably newbies to sea travel, just keep that distance between them consistent. Let's drag them to the bottom of the sea where they can't escape before we get rid of them.

Sace was a naturally taciturn man. Hearing Sheyan's command, he began directing and manipulating his subordinates in operating the sails. For him, such a small task required no personal action.

At that moment a thought shook Brother Black's heart like a chain.

"All this... I'm afraid the boss must have planned this a long time ago!!"

In fact, Sheyan had already begun the conspiracy shortly before selling his two third-rate ships. The few ships he commanded were all active warships in the British Royal Navy and relatively excellent at combat pursuit. Therefore, even in a pirate port like Tortuga, they were considered quality products.

Therefore, competitors striving for efficiency in naval battles would inevitably buy the two third-rate ships. Also, Sheyan had hundreds of ways to ask Joshamee to leave, but he only had to choose the most bombastic approach. Of course, it should stir up anger in them.

These competitors would not dare mobilize against them in a "safe zone" like Tortuga, nor would they definitely be able to turn hostile in Port Royal. No doubt they could only fight while traveling across the sea.

You've probably heard of the most important matters surrounding the trio in Tortuga Harbor, but hearing it for yourself wasn't as devastating as experiencing it in person. More importantly, the participants were not stupid individuals. They were very clear that if Sheyan was truly capable of summoning the Kraken Octopus Paul into battle...then considering the balanced assessment of the Empire, they definitely would not gather with such a group on this world!

Therefore, these candidates treated Sheyan's past behavior as mere false boasting!! If they faced someone faking it, they would surely rush aggressively in pursuit of the trio. However, his intentions had already fallen to Sheyan's conception.

As the bows of the two third-rate ships full of competitors could be seen from afar, Sheyan's lip curled in a sly smile. He called for the Ol'Seadog he was scouting.

"How long before the enemy catches up?"

Ol'Seadog's booming voice instantly echoed across the seas like a reverberating gong.

"Captain, if you really want an answer, they'll haunt you for life. Their ships are loaded with a minimum of 70 guns, these horrid crooks are just dying to mount 7 pounder guns on their prows. Your ship's captains truly deserve my admiration for actually achieving your speed under such a weight.

Sheyan answered with a laugh.

"Then we'll join in. Sace, keep our current status. As we approach Tortuga within 200 nautical miles, allow them to penetrate 800 meters. In this state, they can only bombard us with their bow cannons. When that happens, AK, it's time for your performance."

At this point, the issue of the discrepancy between “effective range” and “extended range” needs to be addressed. Within official data, AK had an effective range of 300 meters while its longest range was approaching a kilometer. For a gunslinger, however, the furthest effective range would be a woman with heavy makeup, a flashy dress, and a C-cup bra padding; looks impressive but is probably useless. You don't have to think about it at all...

Although Sheyan's ship had completely abandoned artillery, Brother Black's 'SN-9 Wasp' could hardly be used as a semi-sniper rifle. Although his "SN-9 Wasp" was far inferior to the effective range of a standard sniper rifle, it was already equipped with an impressive component that increased its effective range by 300 meters. Considering Brother Black's basic abilities that could further increase the effective range of his weapons, in addition to his possessed gear further increasing his accuracy, his effective range had already reached a distance of 800 meters!!

Aside from his range superiority, Mogensha would not fight alone. He was still covered in a shell of human flesh called Reef. Therefore, Sheyan's goal was very simple - engage in extremely long ranged battles with opposing competitors!

“The outcome of a battle must be decided from the start. If not, the fight should not be fought.”

For some unknown reason, that sudden phrase came to Sheyan's mind.

In fact, from the start of this battle, Sheyan truly claimed an invincible position; for if some mishap happened, such as the opposition's superiority in long-range bombing, the Hill Maiden could easily accelerate and shamelessly flee!

Very quickly, the distance between the two parties gradually decreased to 800 meters. Since both sides are equally vulnerable to rough seas, the accuracy of two artillery pieces at the bow/stern of the ships would be pretty "impressive" at 3%.

Under normal circumstances, a ship would have to turn broadside before opening fire with a multitude of guns; to inflict serious damage on the opposition, thus toning down the horrendous precision with quantity. Rather, such a scenario would simply be impossible if both ships were sailing equally at high speeds.

As the distance between the two parties narrowed, Sheyan suddenly whispered several words into Mogensha's ear. Mogensha first put on a surprised face before enlightened as she smiled mischievously while nodding her head.

When the ranged combat began, the contestants could not see Sheyan's sinister intentions! Competitors who possessed long-range attack abilities unleashed their abilities one by one while Mogensha retaliated with constant bursts of fire.

Curiously, after 10 seconds of firefight the Reef shield blocking the front had already let out some muffled groans. Instead, apparently none of the opposing participants were shot.

As the contestants laughed and mocked Mogensha's clumsy shooting skills, they suddenly heard bloodthirsty screams from behind. It turned out that Mogensha aimed her shots at the sailors on board! One can imagine how deliberate Sheyan's thought process was; Trying to kill competitors crossing the vast ocean while protected by 40% damage reduction and a near-death state wasn't realistic at all. Destroying opponents for the benefits of their Bloodkeys would be terribly difficult for such a match.

Rather, from the point of view of the interested party, they were probably not familiar with the technical details of the sea voyage. With the disappearance of their pirate pilots, their desire to sail the seas free would be seriously hampered.

That's why Sheyan notified Mogensha to erase these pirates from history! Also, hiring pirates was an extremely expensive and tedious business. By reducing their piracy work, it was tantamount to plundering their energy and wealth. With the opposition's engine weakened, it would become increasingly difficult to face the trio. In this way, the external pressures the trio faces in completing their mission would be comparatively lessened.

Not a single pirate operating sails remained after Mongensha shot down 7 of these pirates in a row. As they pondered their painful future, the contestants squealed in frantic imitation as they began targeting the pirate crew of Sheyan's ship.

But alas, why would Sheyan allow them that freedom?

Previously, Sheyan had already ordered most of the sails to be fixed in an evasive position, while not afraid of being shot at, he would personally operate the mainsails. But in this way, although the efficiency and speed of the ship were negatively affected.

However, the hunting ships no longer dared to use skilled pirates to manhandle their sails, and the number of people manning the sails naturally decreased significantly. Thus, both sides remained on an equal footing.

Also, after Hill Maiden's reorganization, all gun ports were shaved off. In its place were twenty rowing positions! Therefore, under such circumstances, the discrepancy between the turbulent engines of both ships became greater. If Sheyan wanted to throw them away, it would be a matter of seconds.

Seeing themselves fall into the enemy's trap, the chasing competitors were incomparably furious; as insane attacks against Sheyan's ship began. One competitor in particular went to great lengths to raise a guided missile launcher analogous to the FIM-92 Stinger and fire at the trio!

BOOM! There was a thunderous explosion as thick smoke billowed from the Hill Maiden; A hole three meters wide had been torn in the stern of the ship. Luckily, a third tier ship had more than 30,000 durability points and wouldn't sink that easily.

At that moment, Sheyan immediately ordered the ship's speed to be increased. Of course, having left his rivals' field of attack, Carpenter Spike was dispatched.

Spike was truly worthy of his reputation. With the right help and a din of 'ding ding dang dang*', it only took about ten minutes to fully patch the ship's hole. Sheyan then immediately ordered a massive parry, intent on a sudden punch from the side.

(TL: *nail and hammer noises)

Opposing competitors seemed unfamiliar with naval warfare tactics, not even using the crow's nest as a lookout. Instead, they foolishly stopped in front of them and were surprised from the left by Sheyan's speeding ship. Because of this, Brother Black was able to silently dispatch 3 more pirate sailors before he was spotted!

By the time the furious rivals were about to retaliate, Hill Maiden had already sped away with their superior speed. This back and forth went on like this until nightfall. By this time the opposing contenders' pirates had suffered heavy casualties and none were willing to climb the masts to check the sails. This had completely given up the flexibility of the ship!

After countless rounds of combat, some felt that something was going wrong where one of the third-rate ships had fled before. After a discussion between the remaining ship competitors, they decided to focus entirely on defense. Supporting defensive artillery plates over the ship's hull. Like a rigid dead fish, his lone ship floated flat on the surface of the sea; release an impression of real misery. If they hadn't harbored malicious plans to hunt down and plunder Sheyan, they would not have been demoted to this state.

At this point, Sheyan was not soft-hearted, instead allowing Brother Black to slowly carve the flesh with a dull knife. After his carnage kept the remaining pirates from resurfacing, he continued to aim for the ship's mainmast. Despite this, a sniper was present in this ship, but in this particular area he was still relatively absent. With each shot fired, the shooter had to wait almost a minute before firing another shot.

With Reef and Sheyan taking turns protecting, this shooter couldn't pose a single threat to Mogensha! In the last stages, this shooter even stopped his futile attacks. In addition, purchasing his sniper rifle ammunition required expensive supply points.

After half an hour of dogged chiselling, the three masts of the opposite third-rate ship snapped and overturned with a clatter; flow into the sea with an upward splash. However, Brother Black spent several thousand supply points on ammo to inflict such heavy damage on the ship. In its tragic condition, it would take even a professional carpenter like Spike 2-3 days to fully repair it. What are the other competitors who probably didn't have such a teammate?

In total, this would delay the participants a precious 48 hours at a minimum as they slowly sailed their ship with a broken mast back to Tortuga. Taking into account the assurances of dozens of pirates, the damage amounted to 10,000 gold guinea. For them, the actual valuation of 10,000 gold guinea would necessarily be higher than 10,000 utility points.

Indeed, this was a severe rebuke Sheyan gave them - refrain from provoking those who couldn't! From Sheyan's point of view, the most difficult phase was yet to come. If they strike fear into these competitors, they would not dare to stop his plans for his future affairs! Of course, if these candidates failed to keep tact and provoked him, he would slander himself and kill them for their keys.

The following trip was implemented at full speed. With the restructured Hill Maiden and experienced Pirate Sailors, her speed has been minimally increased by 30% compared to when she first entered Tortuga. Although the distance between Port Royal and Tortuga is thousands of nautical miles, after two days and two nights, Hill Maiden arrived within 20 to 30 nautical miles of Port Royal.

Of course, as the Hill Maiden was a former active warship of the British Royal Navy, it was still absolutely impossible to freely enter Port Royal. Fortunately, Port Royal was hailed as a shipping hub akin to 'Quanzhou' and 'Guangzhou' of Song Dynasty China.

So there were certainly smuggling dockyards and a port near Port Royal. He left those fierce pirates who had a lofty reputation who could be easily identified to protect his ship and brought Joshamee and 7-8 other companions who were familiar with the terrain before heading to the smuggling ports on land went. They then boarded a carriage and drove to Port Royal.

Compared to Tortuga, Port Royal had an enhanced beauty and elegance; white sandy beaches, verdant coconut and palm trees, layers of buildings with well-defined outlines, and even a towering, impregnable fortress and battery. Everything has annotated Discipline as well as Prestige. In addition, marines could occasionally be seen patrolling.

These Marines were decked out in honor dress, with their most conspicuous decoration in glamorous red and white; their white wigs and red coats were particularly striking. Their sabers shone like snow, as did their thin stockings. With a modern pair of eyes, these stockings looked like tall and thick female leather boots. They marched arrogantly like roosters with their breasts erect and conveyed an impression of extreme depth.

If Sheyan brought Philip and others, their hearts would ache with bitterness at the sight of their former colleagues.

Sheyan understood the few chores he had to do upon his arrival here.

First, to sell Tortuga's contraband. This would be an enormously lucrative transaction, adding a minimum of 20,000 guineas to the liquidity of these funds.

Then he went to inspect the governor's mansion. While not easy to obtain, Lady Elizabeth's gold locket was still worth a try. One point to note - Since the Aztec Gold Curse was attached to the original gold coins in the chest, only the person who retrieved a coin from the chest was cursed. Since Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann did not take the gold coin from the chest personally, but merely transferred it into their hands, they were not affected by the curse.

If Jack Sparrow hadn't arrived in Port Royal yet, Sheyan wouldn't have minded paying a visit to Will Turner, who was still apprenticed to a blacksmith. In addition, he was to become the future captain of the Flying Dutchman. It would be good to meet with him first.

After all, Sheyan's goal of doing his best to amass wealth, of course, was to spend it. In fact, the guineas were something of a currency for the competitors. However, Sheyan heard from his pirate crew about a talented master alchemist who lived in Port Royal; one not inferior to the dead Peigan. In addition, Sheyan was aware of the interrelationship between guineas and the service of a master alchemist. Hence the added obligation to accumulate your wealth.

Although the righteous Captain Norrington banned smuggling, the privileged classes who flouted such laws were certainly present everywhere. Don't mention foreign countries or China, even medieval nations were like that. As long as exorbitant profits were made, there would definitely be smugglers.

For example; According to Philip's account, Sheffields Trading Company appeared to be superficially involved in the wine business, but one unequivocal account indicated that their boss would take any kind of merchandise. The overlord who supported the chief was the father of the fair Lady Elizabeth Swann, Governor Swann of Port Royal. Although he was an old-fashioned and kind father, he was also a stingy and prudent governor.

Needless to say, Jinkuang effortlessly summoned his two greatest artifacts to the negotiations - his "splinter-spitting" spits of saliva and the noisy jingle of his abacus. In so doing, he subjugated the shopkeeper in a most "civilized" manner.

Finally the lord and courteous owner of the shop, Mr. McKinnery, escorted her off her ship while she wiped off a cold sweat. Sheyan's accounts were again supplied with nearly 30,000 guineas.

Before both parties parted, Mr. McKinnery showed a hint of slyness in his clouded old eyes. After taking an extraordinarily delicate gold name card from his pocket, he coughed twice before insisting to Sheyan.

“My guests, since our cooperation has received such good news, you qualify as valued patrons of our company. There's a big auction tomorrow, and if my guests are interested, this business card will ensure participation. I must reiterate - this is the first time since Captain Norrington took over the defense of Port Royal that an auction has been called while the next would take place in the unforeseen future. Therefore, there will surely be goods that you need at the auction. Of course, the purchase would depend on your wealth.”

"Goods we need?" Brother Black gave a dry laugh. There was no malicious intent in his laugh, but rather a mockery of himself as he pondered the difficult question of obtaining Aztec gold.

Instead, old McKinnery treated this "black slave's" grin as a mark of contempt and mockery. Everyone knew that the refined and courtly atmosphere of today's British nobility was just a cover for their arrogance. So this old guard immediately stepped forward as he messed up his wig and whispered with a grim expression.

“If I should mention that at this auction the lot includes twenty new high-angle guns shipped from Hamburg, guns in the 3lb to 7lb range. Would this gentleman mind keeping his smirk?

Brother Black and Reef treated those words with indifference. Instead, Sheyan and Joshamee were surprised to hear the words "high angle guns."

In the current era, the effective range of ordinary weapons was hundreds of meters. With the high-angle guns installed, the effective range and accuracy of the guns would be improved. The effective range would be increased many times over while the accuracy of other cannons remains the same!

Such a state-of-the-art artillery weapon was desired by many, but given the forging capabilities of today's era, the likelihood of it failing and being discarded was extremely high. It was not enough to cover the initial capital investment. To put it bluntly, the amount of Guineas it would take one third tier ship to crew those high arc guns would be enough to build five more similar third tier ships.

That this auction had such items suggested that Port Royal's corruption was already ingrained. These twenty new high-angle guns were probably assigned to Captain Norrington's artillery forces. It was just auctioned while Norrington was at war!

Sheyan's expression turned serious as he answered.

"I apologize on behalf of your ignorance, sir. It is an honor for me to receive this invitation and you will see me first thing tomorrow.”

Old McKinnery's self esteem was finally mollified as he lifted his head before bowing slightly. Then he wore a haughty expression and left without looking back.

After a moment's thought, Sheyan waved the invitation card in her hand and smiled.

"In that sense, he really piqued my interest in this auction."

It was at this point, of course, that Joshamee began urging Sheyan to find his captain, Jack Sparrow, quickly. Instead, Sheyan was aware that according to the film's plot, he still had to wait 2-3 days; where it would not appear until after Captain Norrington was promoted to Commodore.

In order for Norrington to be promoted to Commodore, it is evident that he earned his greatest merit during the war against Captain Chevalle's pirate fleets. Sheyan himself, of course, wouldn't reveal his conclusion to beloved Joshamee Gibbs. However, from Joshamee's perspective, which had been dejected for years, he could sense Sheyan trailing her feet on purpose. However, there was no harm in indulging in good cachaça in taverns and sumptuous meat for days on end.

The most luxurious building in all of Port Royal was undoubtedly the Governor's Manor, which stood on a hill at the end of the harbour. Only Norrington, equal in rank to governor, had the discretion to own such an extravagant mansion. However, he preferred to dwell as a law-abiding officer in the simplicity of his naval posts. So it was easy to pinpoint where the governor was.

Possibly due to Port Royal's consistent and remarkable calm, Sheyan and company did not encounter overly tight patrols. The only threat would be two Marines yawning wide at the gates of the governor's mansion; seem rather indifferent.

However, with Sheyan's investigative report, the Marines under Norrington were properly trained, and both of these direct Marine Guards had attributes of about 30 points or more. While that might sound rather mediocre, the two abilities it possessed were actually a touchy subject.

[ Skill 1: Solidarity lvl 4 (passive) - next to a comrade, HP increases by 10,000 points. This skill can accumulate up to 40,000 points. ]

[Level 4 Trait: Additional 10,000 HP]

[ Skill 2: Ambush lvl 1 (active) - this skill can only be activated behind an opponent's back. Damage the enemy's back with a musket or hatchet, causing a blood loss condition and slowing movement speed by 50%; Duration: 15 seconds. This skill has a 10 second cooldown. ]

The first skill established that they could not be dispatched quickly. The second ability meant its quick entanglement when the opponent tried to run away. In addition, after careful surveillance, Sheyan found that the nearest naval barracks was only a mile away. Unless the Black Pearl storyline team broke in, a resounding shot from the Governor's Mansion unleashed a swarm of bees from the Naval Barracks within five minutes.

At that moment, Sheyan suddenly noticed the iron gates of the governor's mansion opening. A young man came out with a box under his armpit. At every step he looked at the mansion with reluctance to part.

Following the trail of his gaze, he was directed to a window on the second floor of the governor's mansion; where a beautiful blonde watched his departure. When this young man turned his head back, Sheyan immediately noticed a handsome man in gray stockings, a red Scottish skirt, and a tiny red tie. In fact, he was one of Sheyan's targets - Will Turner.

Apparently the girl at the window was Lady Elizabeth. With her pure and charming appearance, her wit was hard to imagine; the way she could skillfully use her charm as a weapon; so much so that Jack Sparrow even played under her skirt.

After averting his gaze from the second floor window, Sheyan noticed that Will Turner took on a sullen expression as he walked toward her.

"Why are you sneaking around here?"

Sheyan stepped forward and answered.

"Coming from the East, I hear of Britain's abundance and wealth. So I came here looking for something special, things to take east to sell.”

Will Turner looked Sheyan in the eyes in disbelief and of course didn't believe his words.

"Then you should be in the market, not at the gate of the governor's mansion!"

To Will Turner's persuasive question, Sheyan laughed in response.

“The scenery here is incredible, while the Governor's Mansion is the most extravagant mansion in Port Royal. Can a foreigner go for a walk? Is this how the generally hospitable Brits would treat a foreigner?

Will Turner answered honestly.

“If you're here to admire the scenery, the first thing you should do is visit the Port Royal reefs. I suppose it hosts hanged pirates monthly, a seagull feast scene.

Upon experiencing the tone and demeanor of Will Turner's speech, Sheyan understood that it was incompatible with him; therefore, granting without thinking would not be a respectable approach. So Sheyan mumbled impatiently indifferently.

"As I see it, it is British custom for apprentice blacksmiths to also enforce law and order."

After Sheyan made such a taunting statement, Will Turner's face immediately sank.

The aristocracies and ideologies of the British nobility were of great importance, and as an apprentice blacksmith, his status was always a thorn in his side. The great disparity between his status and Elizabeth's status created a wedge between the two in the union.

The only reason Will Turner was able to enter the Governor's mansion was that he had forged a good sword with it for Governor Swann...for Elizabeth. However, Governor Swann was not at home today and Will Turner could only leave the Governor's mansion with his sword.

After being taunted by Sheyan, Will Turner's face grew increasingly grim. He didn't snap back at that scenario, however, instead maintaining his elegant demeanor as he turned to leave.

At that moment, however, four people suddenly came out of a corner and gave each other strange looks. Although the contestants' gear was camouflaged for the plot characters, the contestants were still able to differentiate themselves from their peers. for example a gold AK hallmark…..

Thus, after a brief mutual examination, they were able to guess the identity of the other. But at that moment, a glow flickered on the neck of a fairly familiar-looking but mediocre competitor, where he might have activated a certain ability. Suddenly he pointed at Sheyan and warned him.

"Mr. Turner, this man is a pirate! He dares stand in front of the governor's mansion, he definitely has bad intentions towards Lady Elizabeth!

After that person spoke, Sheyan immediately burst out laughing.

"Chris, it really is you! Ah, my dear cousin, Chris.

In fact, when this candidate spoke impulsively, he forgot that while you could change your appearance, you couldn't hide your voice! This brat was in fact Chris de Sheyan's previous sojourn in the world of Pirates of the Caribbean sold by Sheyan….

But as the saying goes, the old man lost the mare, but everything turned out fine*. Though previously cruelly exploited by Sheyan, Chris still managed to earn a reputation as a pirate by destroying the bell and cup; where his reputation among pirates rose to Respected. Building on this, he gained the trust of several pirates. In one fell swoop, Chris grew up! Under the pretense of expanding his crew, he became a traitor and sold his pirates to Norrington; successfully earn a clean slate for yourself!

(TN: *a blessing in disguise)

More critically, Chris relied on his newfound popularity and networking, creating ways to re-invade the pirates of the Caribbean world twice as often as Sheyan. Through her meticulous planning, her invested relationship with Will Turner was currently "amicable" and on the verge of being "respected."

As for this time, Chris had staked everything on acting as a matchmaker for Will Turner and trying to marry him and Elizabeth early. It turns out that their plot was incredibly brazen - they intended to assassinate the protagonist, Jack Sparrow. If he could do that, Hack's discarded gear would be a huge crop in a short amount of time, it would mean something too based on his guess; that with the death of Jack, the fortune of being the protagonist would be inherited by Will Turner!

Currently, Captain Jack Sparrow was an exceptionally notorious pirate. Hence his gang plotted to take advantage of the fact that Will Turner was unaware of his own status as a pirate's son to kill Jack Sparrow when both parties crossed hands per the film's plot!

Even if they failed to recover Captain Jack Sparrow's lost key, they would still receive reputation points from Norrington's side. This notion made them salivate when they didn't even consider the immense benefits of Will Turner's rise as chief leader!

As he listened to what his friend Chris had to say, the facial expressions of the characters in the story changed dramatically.

"Of course you are pirates!"

Will Turner immediately scowled as he effortlessly untied the long wooden box wedged under his armpits. Gravity pulled the box to the ground while his right hand immediately reached down!

As the wooden lid snapped down before falling to the floor, the exquisite sword stored within was already in his hands. "Wow!" He unsheathed it and pointed his sharp point bluntly at Sheyan and his friends!

By this time, the two marines guarding the mansion's gates had approached, their black-barreled muskets trained on Sheyan and his friends. As Chris watched the commotion, his lips curled into a sinister smile; Do you think it was in vain that I painstakingly built my company in Port Royal?

In just a moment his single sentence had already trapped those damn enemies in front of him in a dangerous situation!!! The ecstasy of revenge rose in him.

Instead, Sheyan still maintained a cheering smile as she gave Chris a classic wave. He then raised both hands as he approached the two marine vigilantes and said several words to them. Then the two marines followed him into a corner, still a little hesitant. However, the two Marines returned with Sheyan as they beamed with smiles after a half-minute pause. If you didn't get the insider's story, you'd think they were sworn brothers.

Chris' eyeballs bulged as he screamed.

"How can that be, these two scoundrels must have taken your bribe! Hey! You shameless scum trying to shut me up?

Shocked and angry, Chris slipped and accidentally called the two rogue Marines. Moreover, he even hinted that they would have been eager to take bribes... If the two marines did not have a negative IQ, then of course they became incomparably angry and wanted to discipline the perpetrator who slandered them! Watching them raise their shiny hatchet and push down, Chris realized he had missed the mark and backed away hastily. Instead, Will Turner began stalling the Marines, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"My friend checked these scumbags' pirate IDs, don't you want to arrest them?"

Sheyan watched the scene with a distant expression while sneering on the party channel.

"That idiot Chris. If he hadn't raised the issue of bribery, those two Marines would have spared him. Unfortunately, he just had to reveal the truth of the matter…hahaha.”

Brother Black asked curiously.

"Could these Marines really be rocked by money?"

Sheyan shook his head.

"It's not like that. Guineas can only be used to brown the lily, not to ship coals in snowy weather. Do you remember the Sheffields Trading Company we traded with?

Mogensha scoffed.

"I don't have amnesia, why shouldn't I remember?"

Sheyan riu e continuou.

"I have just shown this invitation card issued by Sheffields Trading Company for the two Marines to peruse. Then ten golden guineas, and they were reluctant to accept it. If I had thrown ten guineas impudently, I am sure they would have hit me in the face with the gold pieces.”

Reef and Mogensha heard Sheyan's words and became enlightened. According to their specifications, the Sheffields Trading Company had an important supporter in the governor; where Mr. McKinnery was in fact the governor's butler.

The two marines who stood guard at the gate of the mansion definitely had keen observational skills and could of course spot people entering and leaving the mansion. They understood who not to mess with and when they saw Sheyan accepting the invitation of Sheffields Trading Company, they realized that their relationship with the governor was not superficial. So they didn't listen to anyone like Chris and dumped him.

The two Marines currently confronted with Will Turner's questions didn't offer much face even to a meager apprentice blacksmith. They tilted their chins and sneered.

"Go back to your wrought iron. Pirate or not, wouldn't a Marine like us be any different? Do I have to teach you? Step aside, we should definitely teach that slanderous thug a lesson today!

Although one Marine was stopped by Will Turner, the other Marine dodged as he yelled.

"Even if you run away, I'll meet you at your shop!"

As it turned out, Chris really came into his own and bought a plot of land in Port Royal. His ventures were primarily focused on earning golden guineas from story characters before trading them with competitors for supply points.

Because Port Royal was a safe zone, large crowds of competitors often entered the Caribbean world. So Chris won some of that. However, upon hearing the Marine's threat, all he could do was acquiesce while frowning miserably.

This Marine spared no politeness as he hit Chris with the butt of his musket gun; hit him with his injured face and swollen nose. Sheyan kept smiling as he watched the scene. The more pain Chris suffered from the beatings, the more he felt that he had lost face; so angry that his vision was blocked. Meanwhile, Will Turner grinned at Sheyan as he removed his gloves and threw them in front of Sheyan!!

Reef's facial expression changed. He knew the custom of throwing the glove to the ground as a declaration of war, similar to legitimizing uncivilized behavior. At the same time, Sheyan received a notification about his nightmare impression.

[You have received a challenge to a duel from the main character of the story, Will Turner! ]

[ You accept? ]

Sheyan hesitated before investigating further.

"Will I be punished if I refuse?"

The Nightmare Mark answered him with a clear answer.

[ Insufficient authority, unverifiable. ]

Sheyan then thought carefully. There his reputation among pirates was almost Revered, while Will Turner was currently a minor apprentice. A respected person questioning him would put him in a bad way, but if a random civilian questioned him? This was essentially useless.

With that idea, Sheyan decided to decline. In fact, there was no punishment, and the reason was probably the huge discrepancy between their reputations.

When Will Turner realized his challenge was denied, his expression turned ugly as he looked at Sheyan and said seriously.

"If you dare to have plans for Elizabeth, I will personally pierce this sword into your heart!"

After he was done with that, he stormed out without looking back. Sheyan sighed in her heart. This incident with Will Turner simply exceeded his expectations. After all, he wasn't a god, not everything would go smoothly, not everyone would recognize him. Also, Will Turner's feedback was still within acceptable limits.

On the contrary, if he treated Will Turner like a problem, Chris would be like a scourge. A competitor like him understood everything clearly and understood him more than other competitors. If he held that grudge, he would become an underlying threat to Sheyan's plans!

A problem could be endured, but if he didn't remove a scourge, it could become an immense sorrow that gripped his heart!

This was certainly not a situation Sheyan wanted. With this in mind, Sheyan asked the two Marines the location of Chris' shop before leaving with his subordinates.

For a brat like Chris, he definitely couldn't spare him a break to regroup. Otherwise, a brat who has meticulously haunted the pirates of the Caribbean world for so long would be perfectly capable of exacting revenge.

Although most of Sheyan's crew and he were at Port Royal for the first time, but never forget that Philips and his comrades were the direct forces under Norrington; those who previously served at Port Royal. Although only a senior Marine, he used to be like a regional chief in Port Royal. Before they left, he had already issued a detailed report to Sheyan, which enabled Sheyan to discern the snake paths and rat holes of this place.

Of course, Sheyan wouldn't foolishly walk into Chris' store to make a fuss. This would only serve as an excuse for Norrington's marines, who kept the harbor peaceful. There are many ways to defeat an enemy, the easiest being stealing your own life. Apart from that, there would be many methods to achieve the same goal.

Instead of acting in such an awkward situation, Sheyan intended to use another method to get Chris to throw himself into the street. At the moment he had to hire a professional expert in such methods.

Sheyan strolled down a cobblestone alley and led his group to a wet market in Port Royal. It had to be admitted that the dirty and untidy image of this place was in stark contrast to the clean and tidy portrait of Port Royal.

As he approached the place, a pungent and fishy stench rose in the air, it was black muddy water standing between the cracks in the bricks of the floor. Pale fish scales that smelled of blood and water covered the ground as they stood on tiptoe, checking the landing pad with every step they took; to save yourself from slipping into a nightmare like dirt.

After squeezing through a crowd, they passed fish stall after fish stall; their way with many mistrustful and suspicious looks. This place has probably seen frequent thieves and muggers.

Eventually they reached a room in the cleanest and tidiest part of the wet market. Sheyan glanced at the experienced and knowledgeable Ol'Seadog. Ol'Seadog nodded and looked back at Sheyan. After that, Canbi bluntly stomped his feet on the half-hidden door.

The brute force style of opening the door was undoubtedly immensely effective. Immediately, several people playing inside jumped up in shock. It wasn't until he made it clear that the new arrivals weren't government officials or Marines in red-and-white uniforms that his audacity exploded.

Some banged on tables and overturned chairs, while others bared their sabers strapped to their waists. Their faces filled with cruelty as they stalked the uninvited guests.

"Hey! This is the dead man's residence, do you seek death? Hand in your guineas and get out!

Moments later they stood rigidly where they were as three musket barrels of ice were aimed at their foreheads. Compared to pirates who killed without blinking, these bandits lacked courage. Ol'Seadog shrugged and insisted.

“O dear ones, your wealth is prospering. I don't want to stain my new clothes with blood as my mood is good. Where is your owner Wilson? I have business for him.

Wilson tended to a fish stall not far away. Under Norrington's iron grip, even thugs had to don a professional ID card to disguise themselves. As for Wilson, he extorted fish daily from market sharecroppers as "coverage" and used that extorted fish to sell for his own profit. When his subordinate, with tears in his eyes, told him that others were looking for him, he rushed back.

"Are you that? Canbi? Your balls aren't small, eh. Even though Norrington is fighting the pirates, he should be back soon. You don't go, do you really want to hang on those gallows near the reefs?

Canbi rolled his eyes and answered.

“Cut your crap, a hundred guinea job; are you ready for this

Upon hearing "one hundred guineas," the little hooligans at the scene immediately showed curious looks; like dogs smelling bones. Canbi impatiently tossed away a purse that was spilling bright yellow gold coins.

"Twenty guineas on the advance, eighty guineas upon completion."

Wilson swallowed as he stroked the shiny, refreshing gold coins in his hand. It can be observed that he struggled a great deal with his willpower and self-control, as he reluctantly put it.

"You must realize that I do not kill in order to live."

Ol'Seadog interrupted him in a hoarse voice.

"No one tells you to kill. A shopkeeper insulted us, my captain thinks his business doesn't need to continue.

Wilson was excited.

"What business?"

"Tenth on Midden Street, known as the Conviction Trading Company."

Ol'Seadog gave Sheyan a look before continuing.

Wilson recalled his thoughts before picking up the purse and laughing hysterically.

"Good! There are only 2-3 trading companies, I'm afraid I'll face this scum.

At the moment, Chris felt enormous fear. He never expected that a reunion with Sheyan would be practically like a mouse meeting a cat! The relationships and network he has carefully cultivated for so long were simply downplayed in light sketches by Sheyan!

Recalling this scenario made Chris feel all the more that Sheyan was shrouded in unfathomable mysteries; impossible for him to compete!

Her only consolation right now was that her relationship with Will Turner had deepened a little.

When this handsome character was down, he even proactively offered comfort. If this bunch of vile competitors dared make a fuss, Will Turner would surely help them; so Chris felt quite comforted by that thought.

After a lot of deliberation, Chris still believed that Sheyan would not resort to violence at Port Royal; for once he did, it would not be worth incurring the wrath of the hastily dispatched Marines. Besides, his lodge always paid the governor's taxes on time, and he had to admit that Norrington was indeed a person of order and fighting power. As such, Port Royal security has always been great.

Just as Chris had calmed down, there was a loud bang outside. His heart immediately clenched as he ran hastily. Instead, several screams echoed from outside. "He killed a man, he killed a man!"

Chris' heart immediately fluttered with fear. His vision clouded as he tiptoed out and noticed that in his shop the most expensive oriental china had been broken into fragments. The salesman he hired stood to one side, shaking uncontrollably. Also, a man lay face down in front of him, blood pouring from his head; quickly form a puddle.

Noticing Chris, the seller immediately flew to him, as if looking at his knight in shining armor. He begged in a trembling voice.

"I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone! He fell himself.

A crowd had already gathered. As the saying goes, gossip potential is not differentiated by gender, age, or ethnicity. Individuals in the crowd kept pointing and discussing the scene as if it were a rare sight in Port Royal. The pent-up anger in Chris' heart finally exploded as he cried out.

"Out out. Everyone out of my shop!”

Moments later, however, two Marines in red-and-white uniforms, one plump and one thin, strode out. Their faces were blank, they said.

"Mr. Chris, someone has just reported to the magistrate an allegation of smuggling goods through your store, along with suspicion of murder. Please join me on a trip to the magistrate's office for questioning. Anything you say now could be used against you at trial will!"

With unprecedented severity, Chris felt like he had been struck by lightning as he muttered to himself.

"How's that? How did it end like this?"

As he mumbled, Chris was involuntarily pulled out. Just around the corner, Chris suddenly noticed a pair of deep-set eyes mocking and ridiculing. Chris understood briefly before struggling vigorously and pointing at Sheyan while yelling violently.

“Sailor, do you think getting someone to frame me will work? Never! Let me tell you it will never work! How would his fabricated accusation bring me down after so long bitterly settling down! Just wait, I'll be out in an hour. You have no evidence to convict me of crimes!! My company will stand out in Port Royal as before!”

In fact, Chris wasn't lying. It must be clear that acquiring property in Port Royal in modern times was an extremely troublesome affair; something that not only money could solve. Such a situation resembled a city center in today's world. Although Sheyan didn't have the qualifications to acquire his own property in Tortuga, one can imagine the difficulty.

As it turned out, Chris' backup was an influential character in Port Royal known as Lord Ben Fleming. As Port Royal's representative, he was able to collect public opinion and follow trends; gain public recognition. Whenever Governor Swann was absent, Sir Ben Fleming assumed temporary responsibility as governor. This is how you can see his status.

Of course, having just one support wouldn't be enough, but Chris has always been a thoughtful person. In fact, he was involved in smuggling, but his cautious demeanor ensured he was led from head to toe; have different types of accounting records. So Chris was confident that even if the judge attempted a thorough investigation, Sheyan would find absolutely no incriminating evidence.

Without any evidence and based only on bribery or fraud, such a method would only work on unsupported individuals. Surely it was impossible for him! So Chris confidently shouted those words; claimed he would be released within the hour.

During his trial, everything seemed to be going according to Reef's instructions. The first was the murder charge.

The prosecutor's testimony simply swooned, and the murder charge was dismissed. In fact, Chris was already waiting for the moment to leave when he would raise his middle finger to vent in Sheyan's face.

After that, the guards investigating Chris' shop returned. They adorned the listless face that seemed unlucky. Under the judge's supervision, they matter-of-factly recited the list of their merchandise while asking Chris to explain the origin of his merchandise.

Chris answered impeccably, he knew everything by heart; the taxes paid and everything else connect like a connecting pulse across the kite. In addition, there were certain people on the jury who could even testify for him.

Soon even Lord Ben Fleming protested, blaming this entire fiasco on a deliberate ruse; a ploy designed to tarnish the reputation of a law-abiding citizen. He further mentioned that if the process continued, it would be very much like playing into the hands of the perpetrator.

Questioning Lord Ben Fleming, the Magistrate's face crumpled.

But at that moment the accuser raised his hand and spoke with deep meaning.

“I just have one question for Mr. Chris. Allow me, Your Excellency, this last question.

In light of the prosecutor's latest counterargument, Chris was already full of confidence; so much so that he couldn't sniff out the dense conspiracy behind the question. Chris bluntly intervened.

"Go ahead, but if your question doesn't charge me with a crime, I expect to be released from the trial."

"It's not a problem." The accusing party replied with deep meaning.

Then he held up the list of goods before saying the point aloud.

“My final question is: Has the respected Mr. Could Chris explain the origin of the 21,316 gold guineas found in his shop?

Chris was stunned and felt like he was suddenly deep in a maelstrom of conspiracy. His body broke out in a cold sweat as he cried out in desperation.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I only have 10,000 guineas in my shop!”

The investigating officer gave a sneering grin.

“Ho, every convict I took also showed wonderful acting skills and cried helplessly. Unfortunately, none of them managed to escape the clutches of the law! Mr. Chris, you might think hiding your guineas would be a fantastic idea, but unfortunately my boys have dog noses, eagle eyes and bat ears. As long as you're guilty, they'll definitely get the melon by following the tracks on the vines!"

At that moment, Chris noticed that Sheyan was standing at the window of his courtroom, smiling softly at him; like saying goodbye to an old friend. Distraught Chris immediately scrambled for a saving rice straw while screaming loudly in an enlightened manner.

"I know, Excellency, someone is plotting against me! Hide 20,000 gold guineas in my shop to trick me.

Laughter erupted from the jury at Chris' argument. At this point, several marines laboriously dragged a huge chest to the magistrate before opening the lid. The seductive sparkle of the gold coins rang out in everyone's eyes in no time at all.

"Ah, what a happy trap!!" The judge praised. "Mr. Chris, I've dealt with pirates, smugglers, bandits, prostitutes and murderers for over three decades; delivering the punishment of the law to countless convicts. I believe the multitude of people who hate me is ten times greater than yours .But to this day no one has ever used 20,000 guineas, oh no, not even risked 20 guineas to frame me.”

"Good! While I can accept such an absurd framing assumption, the weighty volume of 20,000 gold guineas before our eyes cannot be denied; they are not mere shillings to keep in your pocket. We're talking 20,000 gold guineas! A heavy treasure chest that needs two strong men to lift!”

"If someone shipped 20,000 gold guineas to my home, I think my neighbors would definitely notice. Mr. Chris, if you had suggested that such an extravagant trap, worth 20,000 guineas, would have been brought into your shop without any fuss, without anyone finding out; then I have reason to believe that you are insulting me. No, you insult us; the intellect of the entire government office, the jury and even outside citizens.”

Lord Ben Fleming rose, looking sullen. Just when everyone thought he was going to speak, he grabbed his crutches, put on his cap and left without saying a word. This honored lord's complexion was monstrously ugly because he had evidently been 'slapped' in the face by the magistrate. The main reason, however, was the profit of 20,000 gold guineas that Chris made from smuggling because he didn't earn a single dividend!!!!

Therefore, he could infer pain and disappointment. Since 20,000 guineas of gold were discovered today, how about tomorrow or the day after tomorrow or weeks or months. How many of these beautiful, golden, iridescent little objects would be discovered????

Lord Ben Fleming felt that his integrity was tainted, and he himself harbored a deep resentment against those who deceive themselves.

After that there was no more contradiction in his judgment. Chris was turned from a respected gentleman into a criminal and forced into hard labor. With Norrington's style of no-frills administration, Port Royal really lacked the manpower for its work.

From then on, Chris' trading company and all its property were confiscated by the government. In other words, all their meticulous facilities went up in smoke because Sheyan casually tossed 20,000 gold guinea!

Forced into prison garb, Chris' eyes betrayed hysterical madness as he looked over at Sheyan. Then he let out a sudden fanatical laugh as he thought.

"Do you think you won? Do you really think I remain passive?

If Sheyan saw Chris' expression, he would definitely have been a little wary. Unfortunately luck didn't always seem to him and the grim reality was that Sheyan missed that scene.

Nothing of note happened after that, as Sheyan left two subordinates on the pier to carefully look out for Captain Jack Sparrow's whereabouts. He then returned to the ship and began preparations for the next day's auction. In addition, Sheyan continued to organize future scenarios. For example, how to react if your identity was revealed, or the morale and dissatisfaction of the pirates who did not land.

night time. Sheyan had fallen asleep but hadn't forgotten to reserve pirates for the night before.

Deep asleep in the middle of the night, he suddenly smelled a faint but opaque odor.

Suddenly, Sheyan jumped out of bed. Taking a deep breath, he could confirm that the smell permeating the air was the smell of blood!!

Previously, Reef and Mogensha were awakened the same way. The trio could imagine an unnatural silence surrounding them; not even the chirping of insects coming off the island could be heard.

After carefully distinguishing the rhythmic waves pounding the beach, they noticed an inexplicable dripping sound - the choking sound of blood seeping through the cracks of the upper deck before dripping onto the lower deck....

The trio exchanged looks without saying a word. They were now aware - an enemy had silently crept aboard and even silently begun slaughtering the pirates.

Apparently it was an enemy in their own ranks. If they rioted now, they would probably suffer an insanely disastrous and well-prepared ambush!

As his breath deepened, Sheyan gently unbolted the thick latch on the sealed captain's cabin window before opening the window and slowly crawling out. His movements were firm, light, and every nerve and flesh in him was in perfect condition.

Brother Black and Reef followed as they slowly moved to the side of the ship before peeking out with their heads.

Two torches were currently burning on deck. Apart from the faint flickering of torches, not a single human was present.

Occasionally there would be a sea breeze or the frying of tiny fleas attracted to the light; Emission of "beep" squeaks. Bloodstains and footprints were clearly visible on the surface of this shiny, clean deck. You could say that the night watchmen were killed. Also, they failed to give a warning before they died.

Suddenly, a desperate scream broke the dead silence of the ship!

During the same incident, a shocking fire erupted in the captain's cabin where the trio had been staying minutes before. The flame burned vigorously and splendidly, like a kindled torch fueled with oil.

Only 2-3 seconds later, an intensified explosion broke out in the captain's cabin. If the trio were still in there, even if they hadn't died, all their skin would be roasted.

Such a silent and unexpected violent explosion immediately made Sheyan subconsciously remember the one who smashed the bell and cup! Without a doubt, this outburst was definitely related to Chris!

In an instant, chaos erupted at the helm of this ship. Soon the screams and screams subsided and increased in rapid succession. "Go see if the captain is okay?!" "Quick, put out the flames!"

"Jimmy was killed, it's a Blimeydoodlewanger!!!"

(ED: Best insult ever. TL: Thanks, Ed)

"Canbi got hurt, bastard!" "Prince and Fenli lost, Argghh, they ruthlessly kill everyone!"

At that moment, the trio made a formal statement and began shouting orders.

Very quickly they calmed the crew down. The trio's bravery and skills were deeply ingrained in the hearts of the pirates. Now seeing that they were unharmed, that chaotic aspect was similarly reassured.

Shortly thereafter, the newly recruited prince and another named Fenli were dragged miserably onto the deck. Their eyes were poisoned as they stared at Sheyan.

Sheyan looked at the two men before speaking with deep sternness.

"Confess and I will kill you immediately. Otherwise I will spare you death.”

Such a phrase sounded somewhat contradictory, but on the contrary, an immense threat carefully hidden under it! Behind the words "Save you from death" were the unspoken words of tormenting one to a fate worse than death!!

Despite this, Prince started laughing like a madman until tears flowed.

"Sailor Yan, it's been a decade, a whole decade, yes, since we've been looking. Finally Ye has appeared. You know how scared we can think that you died? How would we face Harry if you die like that! How would we face my brothers who perished that night for no reason!”

Sheyan's pupils shrunk. Suddenly, he turned quickly after sensing an astronomical menace from behind. Immediately he noticed a three-masted ship, silently braving the winds and waves, gliding here out of the near darkness while leaping over the high swell of the waves.

At the bow of this three-masted ship was a wild man in a pirate hat. He stood straight as a weapon, his gaze pierced like an eagle; a look filled with greater resentment and malice.

A bright silver glow emanated from his body, and guided by the point of this man's sword, his entire ship was cloaked in a layer of dull silver glow. The ship was heading straight for a collision with the anchored Hill Maiden!!!

"Ammand, you really showed up!!" Sheyan ground the words between her teeth. "Luckily I'm not out of my sleeve!"

"All hands close the hatches! Prepare for the collision!!"

BOOM! A sonic bang sounded! A huge hole was blown in the hull of the peacefully docked Hill Maiden. The entire ship was pushed 10 meters horizontally until its keel scraped half a meter deep on the sandy seabed.

Smoke and splinters of broken wood billowed through the air, accompanied by astonished screams and bloodthirsty screams.

Individuals were thrown backwards 5-6 meters into the air before landing a dozen meters away. Without the water below, these more than a dozen people would have fractured their skulls and been blood-soaked on land.

Before the aftermath of the collision wore off, nooses and grappling hooks fell from the other ship. After that, crowds of pirates silently walked over the ships on planks and ropes.

In the light of the bonfires the pirates could be seen with black cloths around their heads. All, without exception, grew beards and welded curved damask sabers to their hips!

Surprisingly, these pirates belonged to believers in Islam! These armed extremists were extraordinarily powerful. It seemed that Amman's praise as the Son of the Black Sea was not just an empty title, and he had relatively deep ties with various nations near the Black Sea. As a result, he managed to assemble such a fearsome pirate crew.

Waves of Hill Maiden pirates advanced to welcome the enemy. Some were tragically crushed shortly after the direct confrontation, as bright blades flashed in the air and copious blood spilled onto the wooden deck. Mutilated corpses lay on the ground beside the piercing sounds of sad moans. The blood-stank atmosphere attacked their noses. That was the crushing pressure you could feel.

At that moment Brother Black's AK rumble pierced the air. After a fire clip, he actually summoned two Viperwolf spirits; unleash these unearthly wild beasts to rip and devour and easily restrict the enemy's attack.

Even so, the chaotic and disordered battlefield was already littered with the bodies of Sheyan's pirate subordinates. Guts splattered far and wide, and her death was devastatingly miserable.

Despite suffering such an intense ambush in the middle of the night, the unity of Sheyan's crew remained remarkably surprising. If someone had replaced them with another pirate crew, they would have fallen apart long ago.

This was obviously related to Sheyan's modification of the Hill Maiden. Having completely abandoned the artillery aspect and changed their fighting style to naval combat, the Hill Maiden pirates were all fugitives, fearless of death. one can only imagine the power of their melee abilities.

Wondering at this, Sheyan couldn't help but sigh. Too bad the mightiest canbi conspired against it. If not, how could the situation be so catastrophic now?

Despite the suppression of Brother Black's firepower, Sheyan's crew gradually disintegrated; reveals a defeated moment. After all, Amman currently had a favorable advantage over the three conditions of war, time, geography, and social.

Luckily Philip now ordered his ten or so familiar ones into battle. Although he now wore a pirate identity, he hadn't discarded weapons like his Mauser rifle when he was a British Marine!

Therefore, it can be seen that these ten subordinates of Sheyan, ex-marines in pirate garb, perfectly organized themselves and started shooting. Smoke spiraled into the air as a wave of ravenous enemies immediately fell to the ground.

After a second's pause for breath, the barrels of the Mauser rifles again spat long flames of fire; unleash a stream of flaming lead bullets.

Philips showed no mercy at this point as his faction slashed down enemy pirates with ferocious firepower; Gain valuable buffer time for your other fellow pirates.

The trained Sheyan Pirates took this opportunity, howled fiercely again and charged forward, managing to repel the Ammand Pirates by several yards.

The tenacity and unyielding spirit of these fugitive pirates really surprised Ammand. He couldn't understand how these pirates actually exploded with such alarming force.

No doubt Ammand was unaware of the list of events orchestrated by Sheyan that have long been etched deep in the hearts of pirates. To those who gorged on gold, Sheyan gave gold generously. For those seeking power, Sheyan could drain power from the opponent and grant it to them.

The pirates who sailed the seas were all incomparably fierce brawlers. Of course, knowing their captain's eyes were on their backs, they risked their rotten lives for this huge opportunity. If they were successful, their wealth and power could be doubled! For such a lucrative business, who wouldn't want to put in a lot of effort!

As Ammand saw his advantage come to an unexpected halt next to Sheyan, his lip curled into a mischievous smile. He raised a curved damask saber in his hand and pointed it at the sky!

At that moment, Prince and Fenli, who were surrounded, were abruptly released and exploded. This time, with the help of three other pirate traitors around them, they attacked their "comrades" nearby.

At the same time, Ammand extended his finger before showing a black ring he was wearing openly, which exploded with a bang.

"Black sail! This is Fernandez's memory, I command you to fight alongside Prince and the others.

When Sheyan heard the name "Blacksail", Sheyan's heart trembled immediately. If Blacksail really became a traitor, this situation would become a crisis!!

Amman was really prepared. Right now, he was impalpably tying Sheyan and Reef from afar.

Like a war between two kings, it prevented both from acting blindly and without thinking. Otherwise, the trio would sink into a situation of incompetence when Ammand revealed another deadly atrocity. If that happened, even the chances of escape would vanish!

The status of this standoff was as follows: Canbi had been shot down and his fate was unknown. Ol'Seadog was a crippled member who was unable to fight. If Blacksail were a rat too, the ultimate consequence would be to abandon ship and flee for her life!

Hearing Amman's words, Blacksail reacted without the slightest emotion. "Yes."