Black clouds wrapped around the sky in the distance, and a stream of inconspicuous thunder continued to appear in the clouds, and then disappeared in a flash, like a thunderous serpent rolling in the clouds, ready to accept the sacrifice from this world.

The low sky is always brewing a violent storm, and this weather is undoubtedly the most disgusting and worrying for those who beg for a living at sea, and sailors are always the most superstitious group of fellows in this world, and many stories can become weird and terrifying under their word of mouth.

For example, now, on the deck of the "Queen of the Northland", there are groups of sailors talking in low voices, they are wearing dirty clothes, and even holding all kinds of amulets in their hands, there are good gods and evil gods, the captains generally don't care much about this kind of thing, as long as the sailors don't do too much, they will not be too harsh on these poor people who are begging for a living on the sea in these little things.

However, for the sailors of the Queen of the Northlands, this merchant ship that is ranked in the north of the entire Eastern Kingdom has three taboos that everyone knows, and no one dares to violate these taboos, and those who dare to violate them are already dead.

"Bell, bell, bell"

The sturdy and ruthless boatswain struck the bell on the edge of the first class on time, indicating that the most anticipated moment of the day had arrived.

It's time for dinner!

As a warship retired from the Storm Kingdom, this ship has a special galley, and the famous chef "Red Fish" Old Wright is personally in charge of the entire Northland, which is an additional benefit of the Northland Queen.

"I say, why does the captain have to come to this hellish place to do business?"

The new sailor, Duncan, nicknamed "Handsome Lad", holds his wooden bowl and munches on a delicious fish cutlet, while quietly asking the old fur dog Phil Laren next to him, the two guys have the same past, they were both members of the notorious Blood Sail Pirates, the difference is that Phil Laren, who once became the leader of a fleet, disappeared with his fleet after an unexpected encounter with the Dark Lord Senxia's fleet.

Duncan thought Phil Laren was dead, but it wasn't until the entire Bloodsail Pirate was uprooted by the Sea Emperor Dai Lin that he met the old fellow on a hasty escape and joined the Queen of the Northlands.

"Don't ask, don't ask!"

Compared with Duncan's activity, Phil Laren, who is over 40 years old, has long since become a standard old fur dog posture who cares about everything, he gulps down one omelette in his bowl, plucks another golden omelette to Duncan, and then begins to taste the lobster fried rice that the chef has carefully prepared for himself.

It's hard to get your hands on this fresh land food on the sea, and it's a symbol of Phil Laren's status, as he is currently the first mate of the Northland Queen, the real "big guy" on board.

Duncan shrugged his shoulders, finished the omelette in three bites, wiped his mouth, and while dealing with his own fish steak, he asked, "Brother Phil Laren, where are we going this time? Doesn't that look like the direction of Minahill Harbour?"

The question made the feasting first mate pause, and it was logically unanswerable that the question should not be answered, but Duncan could discern a slight deflection of course by feeling alone, which was obviously an enviable seafaring talent, and that was why he looked the young lad in the wrong light, for the fleet was to be expanded, and that kind of talent was needed.

So he thought about it, looked left and right, and lowered his voice.

"Yes, we do have to go to Minethil Port this time, but the next leg of the trip... Yom Kippur!"

"What!"

Duncan's voice immediately raised an octave, which attracted the attention of the other pirates who were eating noisily, but soon, no one paid attention to him anymore, he turned his head and saw Phil Laren's cold eyes, Duncan swallowed hard,

"Yes... I'm sorry, I'm just too surprised!Brother Phil Laren, the island of Atonement, isn't that the legendary "ghost island"? I've heard people say that more than 20 years ago, that island was the naval supply base of Kul Tiras, but it was raided by the orcs, and it failed to complete its mission, and those soldiers who were burned to death became ghosts after death, guarding that island forever, and anyone who dared to climb it would die... No one can take anything from that island!"

Duncan's expression became frightened as he spoke, so these rude and sensitive sailors usually made up their own stories to try to scare others to show their knowledge, but it was often themselves who were the first to be frightened.

"Well, forget that boring legend. ”

Phil Laren quickly finished his fried rice, tossed one of the limes on his plate to Duncan, and patted him on the shoulder,

"It's just an ordinary island... Well, if you want to know more, stay in Class A at midnight tonight, and it depends on whether you have the courage to do so. ”

Phil Laren stood up, and as he walked past Duncan, he left another meaningful word,

"You want to be like them, a stupid, shitty pirate... Or be a truly worthy person, you've been wrong once, Duncan, this is your last chance. ”

After speaking, the first mate's hand slapped twice on the sailor's shoulder, and then staggered to carry the rum and walked to the top of Class A. Outside the window, a muffled thunder had sounded, and the storm finally came.

That night, Duncan slept in a hammock, listening to the snoring of the sailors around him, he tossed and turned, and finally, he gritted his teeth, got up from the hammock, carried the dim lantern, and walked into the first class that had been covered by a cold night rain.

There, a group of people is already waiting.

"Come here, Duncan!"

Phil Laren's voice brought the sailor back to his senses, and he walked quickly to the guys in black cloaks, one of whom was Phil Laren, Duncan glanced through the firelight, and was surprised to find that the big men on the ship were among them, and like a sharp sword, standing at the forefront, was their captain, "Mysterious Gibbs".

Everyone called him that, he was a real mystery and the first taboo on the ship, but anyone who dared to delve into the captain's secrets would die the next day.

"This is the person you recommend?"

Gibbs didn't reply to the question, but Phil Laren nodded, "He's young, his martial arts skills are good, he has a talent for sailing, and most importantly, he's a smart guy." ”

"Oh, a clever man, that's a rarity on this ship. ”

Mr. Captain told a joke, but neither he nor the others laughed out loud, and it was only then that Duncan could see clearly what the captain was wearing, he did not look like a pirate, his expensive leather coat and the command knife studded with gems made him look like a middle-aged old nobleman.

Temperament is more like!

"What are you looking at? boy!"

Just as Duncan was secretly observing Gibbs, an indifferent voice came out of the captain's mouth, startling the poor young man, "Well... I've seen you, haven't I? Three years ago, on the northern shore of the Treasure Coast, I defeated a Bloodsail pirate who dared to resist... By the way, you're one of the fugitives who jumped into the sea and fled, what's that ship called... Nautilus?"

The voice made Duncan take a step back and sit down on the rain-soaked deck, the icy rain hitting his frightened face, he finally knew the details of the mysterious captain... The Nautilus was sunk by the Dark Lord's flagship!

Oh my God! It's the Dark Lord!

"Alright, let the lad stand up, Phil Laren, he looks terrified. ”

Gibbs quickly lost interest, he waved his hand, a glimmer of green light flashed in his indifferent eyes, the first mate hurriedly dragged Duncan off the deck, and then stuffed him with a bottle of rum, the sailor poured a few sips hard, this spicy liquid gave him new strength, maybe it was the entanglement of the past, maybe it was the impulse of the young man, he took the initiative to ask for the first time,

"Captain... Are you, aren't you..."

Gibbs was observing the approaching lights, suddenly disturbed by this question, he turned his head to look at the frightened young man, and watched him muttering but not daring to say his conjecture, at this moment, Gibbs seemed to remember some joke, he cracked his mouth and smiled, and suddenly became gentle.

"Isn't that who? Dark Lord?"

The name made Duncan's body tremble, and then he nodded vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation beyond panic... Oh my God, the Dark Lord! The Eternal Legend of the South Seas! Duncan never even imagined that a little man like himself would have the opportunity to stand in front of the legendary Dark Lord.

But he was obviously disappointed, Gibbs shook his head, and said with emotion,

"No, kid, I'm not the Dark Lord. ”

Seeing that Duncan was a little disappointed, Phil Laren patted him on the shoulder fiercely and said loudly, "Standing in front of you, but the number two person in the Dark Lord's fleet, the "old sea wolf" Gibbs, the viscount of the Duchy of Theramore, commands the mighty Banshee fleet, you fool. ”

"Alright, alright, it's time to get down to business, shut up your kid, Phil Laren, those beasts don't matter who he is. ”

Gibbs shook his hand, turned his head indifferently to look at the lights that were lit up one after another on the black island not far away, and strode to the edge of Class A, where Boatswain Lauren had lowered a dinghy, and it was clear that they were going to the island.

"Keep up, Duncan. ”

Five minutes later, in the gently swaying water, the dinghy landed, Gibbs was the first to step off the boat, and across from them, a dozen figures hidden in the darkness were waiting for them, led by a large bald head bare-chested in the cold storm, Duncan saw a scar on his forehead at first sight, it was hard to imagine that anyone could survive such an injury.

"You're 2 days later than the last one!"

The tall, muscular, fierce bald man stepped forward and whispered, "You broke the agreement!"

"Huh, promise?"

In the face of this unceremonious questioning, Gibbs indifferently retorted, "Whose agreement with whom? Don't forget, if it weren't for the personal friendship between your master and the Dark Lord, we wouldn't be here at all! We respect Lady Verinde, it doesn't mean that I have a friendship with you, that lady is willing to help you is her business, but it has nothing to do with us, we are just businessmen." ”

"Know where you are, Grimson, you're just a real little guy, so don't play this game with me!"

"Phew!"

The big bald man named Grimson scolded viciously, "Dirty merchants, a bunch of filthy pirates, without you, we can take down Gilneth, and Lady Verinde's name is what you can call it?"

After speaking, the savage bald head moved his shoulders, and under the light of the horse lamp in his hand, Duncan saw very clearly that all the muscles on this guy's body were shaking abnormally, and his face was twisted, and in a long wolf howl, Grimson's body completely lost its human form, and turned into a head with a white mane all over his body, and his claws were as sharp as knives... Werewolf!

Duncan was furious with this terrifying creature that had come out of a myth, and as a sailor, he knew that werewolves were not just legends, these terrifying creatures were rapidly breeding in the self-imposed kingdom of Gilneis, but the news was officially blocked by other countries.

The dozen or so figures behind Grimson also quickly transformed into the wolf's howl, and then surrounded Gibbs and the others at a speed that Duncan could barely see.

"Be careful! Mr. Gibbs!"

Duncan drew his waist knife and swung it wildly, blocking Gibbs's front and shouting, "You beasts!

"Beasts?"

A dangerous grin erupted into the werewolf's wolf-shaped head as he looked at Gibbs behind Duncan, "Your subordinates call us beasts?

Duncan was only a 24-year-old young man after all, and in his previous life, the most dangerous opponents were those Naga who crawled out of the sea, but now, he had to fight with a dozen terrifying werewolves, how could the young man not be afraid? But the next moment, a palm with a black leather glove was placed on Duncan's trembling shoulder.

Gibbs bypassed his loyal subordinates, and he looked at Grimson, the green light in the depths of his eyes growing brighter and brighter,

"You're threatening me? Nandus probably didn't know that his subordinates were doing something dangerous... For the sake of the honorable lady Willinder, give you one last chance, Grimson, turn back, and continue our deal!