"Jakes Sparrow, you villain! what did I do wrong, I just want everyone to make more money, and you're going to kill me!" Morton was a little hysterical, roaring loudly on the plank, staring at the people who had been on the same side with him before.

"My today is your tomorrow!"

Jaredy and Pint looked at him with some pity, and looked at Jack to say something, but when he turned his head, he saw the red gem in Jack's hand, and turned it back.

"Mr. Morton......"

Morton watched as someone finally stopped being silent and spoke, shouting even harder.

"We want to unite and overthrow the dictatorship of Jack Sparrow......"

But in the middle of his sentence, Pinter interrupted him: "Sir, we are pirates!"

Then innocently spread his hands: "We only recognize money, Jack has money in his hands, so." ”

Morton was choked up for a moment, unable to speak, trembling all over, and finally squeezed out a few words in his mouth: "I hate pirates!"

After saying that, he was kicked into the sea by Jack, and the water splashed everywhere.

"That's a lot!"

"Hahahaha!"

The pirates laughed at Jack's actions.

"Back on duty, sailors, the Black Pearl is ready to set sail!" Jack tucked the ruby back into his sleeve and climbed the ship.

The night was getting deeper, and the once lively beach was deserted, leaving only the ashes of the fire and the bones and bottles on the ground, which would soon be displayed in the next high tide.

The Jackdaw had stopped off the coast and had not set sail, and today was a rare day off.

The next morning, Gordon rubbed his temples before he could barely get out of bed, he had forgotten how much alcohol he had drunk last night, and the end result was that all the contents of his stomach had vomited into the sea, and at the moment he was not only uncomfortable, but also empty.

Picking up a cup of coffee on the table that had been sitting for a day and drinking it all, it finally got a lot better, and staggered out of the captain's room, only to find that the sky was a little dark.

At this time, only Mickey and a few sailors came out of the cabin, and the others could not even see the figures.

"Mickey, where's my sailor?"

"I'm still asleep, Captain, I drank so much last night that there are few people still awake. ”

Gordon himself nodded a little dazed, and then walked all the way to the cabin, ready to find something to eat.

And this scene is different in the eyes of Mickey, because of the snooze of the sailors, his captain has been a little impatient, and is ready to go to the cabin to teach these sailors a lesson.

He quickly gave the two sailors who were following him a look, and then dragged Gordon himself.

"Captain, slow down, I'll help you. ”

The other two sailors hurried down the stairs in front of the deck, and then began to pull them all out of the hammocks, one by one.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, the captain is going to check the cabin, hey, wake everyone else up. ”

The sailors who were woken up began to call for others, and someone fell directly to the ground from the hammock, and the scene was somewhat chaotic.

The chaotic sound below naturally reached Gordon's ears.

"What's going on in the cabin?"

After that, he was ready to go down and have a look.

"Captain, you haven't told me how you knew Jack Sparrow was in Port Royal, I'm curious about this part. ”

Gordon was in a daze anyway, and when he heard Mickey say this, he suddenly became interested.

"Mickey, I'm going to tell you a big secret......"

Mickey's face twitched when he heard this, he was excited when he heard Gordon say the big secret at first, thinking it was a kind of trust, but later, he found out that Gordon was all big secrets.

"Captain, you say, don't worry, I will definitely convey the ...... to the others"

"Well, Mickey, I'm my most capable boatswain, but I have another identity, and that's a prophet!"

"The Prophet !!"

"Yes Mickey, I know there's going to be a lot of big things going on, first ...... It looks like it's going to rain this day. “

”......“

Gordon can certainly be called a prophet, the main line of the entire Pirates of the Caribbean world, the main line of Assassin's Creed, he almost said it all in a daze, but at the end of the day there was a sudden stop, this kind of thing is really a bit appalling to say, once these things happen, he doesn't want others to look at him like a monster.

By this time, the rain from afar had begun to fall in this direction, and the Jackdaw had to set sail earlier.

The movement in the cabin had stopped, and the two sailors returned to the deck, giving Mickey a signal that everything was ok.

"Captain inspects the cabin!"

Mitch followed Gordon into the cabin.

The sailor, who was still in a daze, was now standing in two rows, his chest straight, everything looked so OK, even the dirty things were hidden in the corner.

That's what Gordon saw when he went in.

"Yes, keep it up, Alan, what about you, Alan?"

Hearing Gordon's loud shout, a somewhat dazed man fell out of the hammock and raised a hand: "This is Captain." ”

"Alan, go and call the first mate, get ready to sail, the storm is coming, we have to set sail quickly, trapped in this place, we don't have enough supplies. ”

The hasty departure from Havana was not accompanied by a full stockpile of supplies, and this celebration consumed a lot, and it was expected that the arrival at the port of Nassau would have been enough, but the sudden change of weather could delay the trip.

"Yes Captain!"

Alan quickly got up from the ground and ran towards the deck.

"All sailors, go, you lazy fellows!" Mickey commanded the sailors as well.

"Yes, sir. ”

The sailors gradually ran, put on their coats, some put on their hats, and hurried towards the deck, and the collective action of nearly seventy or so individuals was indeed somewhat chaotic.

After everyone was busy, Gordon took Mickey to the kitchen slowly, looking at Smith, who was just busy, and the two chefs who were getting started.

Gordon pulled out a long strip of black bread from a nearby barrel, a food that could be used directly as a weapon, and took a big bite.

The taste of sawdust and wheat husks is truly unforgettable, and without the broth made by Smith, it is a real daunting.

He put the bread back into the barrel before he instructed Smith on the side, "Carry the barrels up to the deck and collect some fresh water, I don't think we have much fresh water." ”