When Kulich arrived at the bottom of the cargo hold with a dozen sailors, he saw two crazy men rising from the rubble, surrounded by overturned cargo, the smell of gunpowder in the air, and many bullet holes and sword marks in the cabin.

"Damn, I finally caught it. ”

Gordon grabbed the rat by the neck with one hand and lifted it up.

Kulić felt a pain in his brain when he saw this scene, and his eyes couldn't help but roll upward.

"You all go and put the goods back in order. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The sailors who followed behind Kulich got busy again, tidying up the hold, and if it was leaked food, it would be used as today's food, and if it was damaged cargo, it would either be issued directly to the sailors or thrown directly into the sea.

Gordon handed the mouse to the sailor who was close to him: "Catch it for me, tie it to the mast, and take it as a warning, this is the price of stealing my goods!"

This honest young sailor didn't dare to be ambiguous at all, so he quickly took it and pinched it with both hands: "Yes, sir!"

Then he hurried up and ran up.

Mickey stood up from between the goods, looking a little confused, after all, no one who was hit in the head by a box of dozens of pounds would be fine.

"Captain, did you catch it?"

Gordon patted him on the shoulder: "Well done my boatswain, with our concerted efforts we caught the rat and managed to avoid major losses." ”

"Gordon, I think you can try to get a cat. ”

Leaning on the stairs, Kulich suggested to Gordon that he feared that if he did it twice, the whole ship would be torn down.

Gordon rubbed his chin and thought about the question seriously: "Don't raise an orange cat, this kind of cat is too fat to catch mice, how about a black cat?"

Mickey on the side reminded in a whisper: "Captain, black cats are witches' pets, they spread the Black Death and bring bad luck, so forget it." ”

Gordon glared at Mickey: "The black cat of the East is a thing to ward off evil spirits, how can it be a witch's pet?" ”

Seeing that Gordon had made up his mind, Mickey didn't persuade him anymore, after all, he was the captain, and the sailor could only obey orders.

Gordon rearranged his clothes and returned to the deck, just as the sailors had begun to change shifts and start breakfast.

Filled sailors returned to deck satisfied, and what was their best breakfast they had ever had, began to go on with their business.

Seagulls landed on the mast and accompanied the ship as they sailed, looking at the sunshine in the distance, the blue waters, and the lush reefs, everything was so peaceful.

Gordon also found Kulich, and the two went back to the captain's room for that hearty breakfast, and then lay quietly for a while, feeling uncomfortable.

The time gradually came to the evening, Gordon looked at the intermediate assassin enhancement in his virtual column, and only then did he think that his biggest gain had not been used yet, the primary assassin enhancement had brought him good assassination skills and physical strengthening, so what about the intermediate level?

Piercing the tube directly into his wrist, a somewhat fiery energy began to run through his body, flowing through his body along the bloodstream, and then into his brain, and countless memories of the battle began to emerge, this time, not only the technique of assassination, but also more about fighting with a scimitar.

These memories are the best teacher, and Gordon uses his memory to hone his martial arts skills over and over again until it becomes an instinct, and it is the eyes that burn even more.

The heat was full of stinging pain when it entered the eye, and Gordon just felt as if the eye was undergoing a transformation without anesthesia, and unconsciously left tears for three minutes.

When he opened his eyes again, the whole world was different, just like the world under X-ray illumination, and the infrared rays emitted by the human body were so eye-catching in this gray world that he could easily lock on to the position of the person.

"Is this it, Hawkeye?"

Feeling this strange vision, the night can no longer block his vision, and it is not the same as in the game, at least it can't lock on to the enemy.

clenched his fist, and the powerful power almost gushed out, if it had to be measured, it was about twice the strength of an ordinary adult, such as Mickey, the physical fitness of this sturdy man was about one and a half times the strength of an adult.

The fighting skills of the scimitar, coupled with the strengthening of physical fitness, gave Gordon the illusion of hitting ten, inflated!

Reclaimed his eagle eye, walked out of the captain's room, and life was moving in a better direction.

"Captain, the next ship has been following us for three hours. ”

Alan was at the helm, and he also received the message from the lookout, and a brig about the size of the Jackdaw had been following him for quite some time, and the draft was very shallow, not like a merchant ship.

Gordon pulled out his binoculars and looked over, the green sail familiar to him, and the Spanish flag fluttered on it.

"Don't worry, this is a bustling waterway, it can't be pirates, and Barbossa was executed, these pirates shouldn't be so crazy. ”

Gordon didn't worry much about the ships behind him, because the two ships were about the same speed and flew the Spanish flag, knowing that Spain and England were in a truce, and even if this was a privateer, attacking them would be called pirates.

And Gordon always didn't want to believe that this was a pirate: "I've only sailed a few times, can't I meet pirates every time, isn't there a normal merchant ship? There are so many pirates, do you want people to live." ”

It was getting dark, and the Jackdaw, worthy of the Jackdaw, had been thrown twenty nautical miles away from the horizon by the green-sailed Spanish ship behind it. But it didn't end there.

Rumble!!!

The sound of artillery came in the darkness of the night, and in the distance under the moonlight, a ship with green sails and a black pirate flag and a merchant ship with a Dutch flag exchanged fire, and the cannons on both sides were mixed with the screams of sailors, the sound of spear fire, and the fire of powder kegs.

Gordon is going crazy, every time he meets pirates, this is a bustling shipping lane, there are naval cruisers, how can these pirates have such courage, could it be that Norrington has recently been derelict in his duties? Their coordinates are now just over two hundred nautical miles from Port Royal.

But when Gordon opened the binoculars, he saw the green sails and the white skull flag printed on a black background, and instantly clenched his hands, because the skull flag was so familiar that he would never forget the flag he saw in that cabin, through the big hole in the cannonball.