"This cannon has been with me for years, it emits more shells than I have ever made, and I carve a mark on it if I don't sink a ship, at first I wanted to remember how good she was, but now it seems meaningless. ”

As he spoke, Planck touched the dense notches on the patina of the cannon with his own hand.

"Because it's too many to count. ”

Planck's hand moved incredibly slowly, and the battle-hardened cannon seemed to him as if it were his lover.

"I've always wanted to give her a beautiful funeral, but I didn't have a chance, but it seems that you two are okay. ”

Planck spoke, motioning for his men to put the chain through the two of them, tying them back to back, the other end of the chain wrapped around their legs, and then through the back, the handcuffs were placed on their shoulders, and the padlock was snapped, and one chain became an impenetrable prison.

"Hehe, what's going on Trist, I remember that you used to perform a lot of transformation, won't you try it this time?"

"Shut up, Markov, and I hope to reflect on why you died in the last moments of your life. ”

Graves teased that he wanted to get a cigar, but the hand behind his back reached into his sleeve and accidentally touched something else.

"Huh...... I'm starting to believe now that you're really trying your best to get me out. ”

"It's useless, I can't escape at all this time, I already knew you were going to kill me. ”

Trist's expression was extremely dejected.

But Graves knew what he had to do now.

All along, it was Trist who was hosting the back road for himself.

Now, it is yourself who has a way back.

Planck had his crew pull the two men down the edge of the deck, and his boots were on board the gun.

At this time, Graves secretly stuffed the contents of his sleeve to Trist.

It was a small stack of cards.

The pirates searched Trist's body, but they didn't care about themselves.

This was when Graves got it while he was in the warehouse, and he was going to stuff the cards into Trist's mouth.

". ”

Graves whispered.

Trist, on the other hand, was full of surprise, but then quickly took the cards.

In an instant, the pressure that had been haunting Graves' mind disappeared.

He believed that if he went back to that bar for a drink and forgotten, it would be very sweet.

"It may be a bit shabby as an offering, but ...... Say hello to Ms. Beard on my behalf. ”

As soon as Planck's words moved, the 'Daughter of Death' was kicked into the abyss by him.

And the chains under the feet of the two of them are also sliding down at a rapid speed.

Like the fuse of a powder keg.

With an uncomfortable feeling behind him, Graves shook his head.

That's one of the reasons why he's not wrong to trick himself and don't want to get close to him.

Bang!

There was the sound of chains falling to the ground behind him.

Graves knew that Triste's trick had worked.

He turned to look, and the smile on Planck's face grew even deeper when he saw the wonderful expression. Immediately afterwards, as a huge force came from the chain behind him, Graves's originally held breath was crushed by the force that pulled him.

Billgewater's salty wind blew in Graves' ears.

Immediately after, darkness engulfed him.

……

Trist held the card in his hand and had mixed feelings in his heart.

This is what Graves gave himself.

You can use it to teleport to the docks, which are crowded and close to the inner harbor.

I believe that with my own strength, I will be able to get on Valoran's ship in less than an hour.

Perfect retreat plan.

But Trist's heart was already filled with that angry face.

The old dog.

Can't leave him behind, twenty years ago it was the last time.

Trist thought so, and as the light in front of him faded, he knew that he was where he wanted to be.

On the deck of the Nether.

The pirate in front of him didn't seem to know why he was here, and he didn't make any moves for a while.

Bang!

Trist's fist slammed into his nose.

At the same time, he also removed the scimitar from the pirate's waist and stabbed Planck in the back in front of him.

Bite!

Sure enough, there were not 1,000 but 800 people who stabbed Planck in the back over the years, and he had already taken precautions.

Trist, who was not accustomed to using knives, was naturally set aside at once, and then, Planck's long knife slashed at Trist's neck.

Trist was short, and instead rolled towards Planck.

At the same time, the cards in his hand flipped over, and a red card exploded in the air.

As if in a movie, the movements of the people around him, including Planck, slowed down.

Slowly removing the dagger from Planck's waist, Trist didn't even have time to show off to him, and rushed to the edge of the deck amid Planck's scolding.

There, the chain was still falling.

Barely thinking about it, Trist grabbed the chain with both hands.

But alas, if it was Graves, there might still be some hope.

The chain didn't even stop for a moment before tearing Trist off.

Sadly, Trist had to admit that as a Bilgewater man, he couldn't swim.

Ordinary.

Icy waters enveloped Trist.

Man's most primitive fear of water rushed towards Trist,

The slight pressure, the terrifying feeling of suffocation, all urged him to let go of the chains.

At the same time, his shoulder ached, and he knew that Planck's musket had hit him.

Blood spread down the surrounding water, and for a moment, Trist knew that he was being targeted by at least a thousand sharks.

At this point, Trist's red card had lost its effect, and the sound of muskets was constantly heard from the ship, but Trist had no time to care.

My own fears have reached their peak.

It's like when I was twelve years old, I was put on the wrist with a knife and showed a straight flush.

His own ears can only hear the plopping of his heart.

Only he can save Graves.

At this moment, there was a thud from underwater.

The Daughter of Death has hit rock bottom.

And the chains, which were originally tight, also softened.

Here's your chance.

Trist grabbed the chains and crawled down desperately, and vaguely, he saw a dark shadow.

That's right, it's the old dog.

Trist climbed up desperately, pulled out the dagger he had snatched from Planck's waist, and plunged it into the keyhole at the end of Graves' back chain.

Sting!

In an instant, the sensation spread through Trist's body, and Graves in front of him spat out a mouthful of bubbles.

Damn, this dagger also discharges.

Trist has opened countless locks in his life, but today, for some reason, his hands are a little shaky.

Graves' eyes were growing with fear, and the bubbles he spat out were getting smaller, but the locks were completely unchanged.

It's like a child who was caught stealing and locked in the house when he was a child.

Then...... How did you come out?

The darkness brought by the lack of oxygen had enveloped Trist, and he fiddled with the keyhole, but in the end he was swallowed up by powerlessness.

The dagger fell feebly into the depths of the sea.

So be it, at least this time I tried.

Brothers...... We've all really paid for this old dog.

At the last moment of losing consciousness, Trist saw a huge flash of light above the surface of the sea.

Alas...... Why is there a flash?