"Are we really going to be pirate hunters?" Gawain asked with a long knife on his back and a little excited.

"Hmm." Morgan walked ahead of the crowd and nodded.

"But this is our basic plate, and I have been working hard for a year, so I am really unwilling to give it away." Holland put his hands behind the back of his neck, unhappy.

"When did I say we're going to give up here? I'll make them kneel and beg for us to come back. Morgan smiled meaningfully and said nothing.

In February 1508, on the vast sea, a strong wind swept dark clouds.

Seeing that a storm is coming, a blackbird soars through the rapids.

Morgan stood on the shore with the buttons of his shirt haphazardly fastened, revealing his solid chest.

Raindrops fell in large chunks and smashed into Morgan's hair, shattering his golden hair.

The wind roars, the thunder roars!

Holland stood behind him and shouted, "Morgan, are you sure we're going to sea now?" You must be crazy! ”

Morgan squinted the corners of his mouth: "This is called risk-taking, are you not confident in your ability to take the helm, or do you have doubts about my ability to sail?" ”

"Hahahaha, I never thought our adventure would start like this." Gawain laughed loudly, his face facing the rainstorm and his eyes closed as he enjoyed it all.

"You underestimate the sea too much!" Olland cursed loudly and jumped from a reef four or five meters high into the undulating sea.

In the midst of the torrential rain, he stabbed a fierce man, climbed onto the sailboat, and held the rudder of the ship, and the Endeavour gradually calmed down like a tamed beast.

"Let everyone get on the boat, otherwise the rain will get heavier and heavier, and even I will be helpless!" It has to be said that Oland is a natural helmsman, and his perception of the sea is far superior to others.

The attributes of the fish-people are like this, they are more familiar and comfortable in the sea than on land, and no one can defeat the fish-people in the sea!

"Get on board!"

Morgan waved his hand, and dozens of people stood behind him, both men and women, all of whom were the elites Morgan had picked.

First of all, they highly identify with Morgan ideologically, secondly, they are bold enough to have the courage to sacrifice themselves anytime and anywhere, and thirdly, they are slightly stronger than ordinary people.

For Morgan, strength is not the main thing, thoughts determine everything, no matter how strong a person is, if he can't be used by him, it is equal to zero!

People held up wooden ladders, set up on the shore, and helped each other climb towards the "Endeavour".

The remaining 100 people in Gorbo Hill were arranged by Morgan in a secret factory deep in the jungle, which had become an assembly line, and their work was the assembly line workers, and no one knew what to do except Morgan Gawain Olland.

The bar was operating as usual, and the income was used to subsidize the factory deep in the mountains, and Morgan usually asked the bandit Sieg to help take care of it, and he killed the most popular Blujem at the time, and no one should dare to harass him for a month or two.

After the elite members were safely ashore, Morgan wiped the rain from his face and shouted, "Morgan Bounty Group, go!" ”

"Roar!"

Everyone stood on the deck, shouting in unison in the face of the rainstorm, without fear!

Everyone is young, and there must be some blood!

Morgan is a special warfare background, and he has his own blood, and the means to motivate his subordinates are not a problem.

He would have liked to recite a poem: "The brave petrel, in the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning, flies proudly; Here is the prophet of victory shouting:

- Let the storm come harder! ”

In the end, I felt a bit cheesy, and I didn't say it.

He wants to let the members know that as long as they have fighting spirit, whether it is the sea, pirates, or navy, they are not terrible, and no one can tame them anymore.

They are all slaves or outcasts from the lowest level of society, people can be killed but never defeated, and even if they die in the future, they will never lose again!

Endeavour was all built a few days ago, Morgan paid all the work, and the cannon was in place.

The armory contained hundreds of improved flintlock pistols and grenade incendiary bottles, as well as iron shortblades forged by Gawain himself.

According to the strength on paper, not counting the top combat power, Morgan's troops are no weaker than the small warships of a branch.

"Boss, should we hang the skull flag!" A teenager who had just gone to sea asked excitedly in the face of the torrential rain.

"That's what pirates do, we are bounty hunters, acquiesced by the navy, reasonable and legal, no need, go into the cabin and hide, the storm will be even more violent!" Morgan shouted.

……

Sure enough, the storm lasted for almost a week, and the sky barely cleared.

Gawain wiped his wet hair with a dry towel in his bedroom, and sat on the floor half-finished practicing kendo.

He had just returned from a lookout on the mast, and someone else would take his place.

Morgan was in the observation room and was not only the captain of the ship, but also a part-time navigator.

Few people here have ever read a book, and even fewer can read and write.

The plan to go to sea was conceived by Morgan as soon as the power was stabilized, and it was at that time that he began to look through a large number of charts and various shipping routes related to the East China Sea.

The climate, reefs, and islands are all familiar to me, and there are no accidents along the way.

It's just that the sea is really wide, and there are many more hidden islands that have not been recorded, and Morgan, as a navigator and captain, does not dare to be careless.

After more than a week at sea, the Endeavour finally encountered its first island.

It's a small town that doesn't look bustling, and there are hardly even horse-drawn carriages in the city.

Only human-powered trains are pushing some of the goods to move.

The harbour road is lined with fishmongers, and the canvas is full of all kinds of fish, large and small.

Some are still alive, some are dead and made into salted fish.

It should be too poor here, there is not a trace of an army, and it should not belong to any country.

People made a living from fishing, which they sold to supply merchant ships along the route.

In this era of rampant pirates, it is precisely because it does not belong to any country and the navy will not manage it, so it will become poorer and poorer.

In the face of the robbery of the pirates, the common people could not resist at all, and they had to pay money and goods to ensure safety.

Although it is an island town rich in resources, if this vicious circle continues, it will not be able to get rich after all.

This is also related to the fact that the pirate world is full of all kinds of small islands, and the pirates are haunted, shooting a shot to change places, and in the era of underdeveloped technology, the country has no time to take care of the surrounding islands.

The effort is not proportional to the income, and it naturally becomes a borderless land, which is left to life and die.

The Endeavour ran aground on the shore, and the crew came up to prepare some food to familiarize themselves with the environment.

Morgan clutched his nose as soon as he landed on the island, the smell reminding him of when he was born, disgusting.

He didn't go inside, he found a clean stone on the shore and sat down, and in a blink of an eye he saw a familiar person!

"It's him!"