November 31, 1715

We sailed out of Tulum for six days, the rainy season was over, and as the sun shone directly on the Tropic of Capricorn, the sea ushered in a southerly gale, and our voyage was much faster, and there was no rain, and our freshwater resources were depleted too quickly.

First mate Allen had suggested that we should go to the nearby islands in search of fresh water, for the sailors in Tulum had followed my orders and had not restocked, but I felt that we should get to Kingston quickly while the wind was downwind, and I had little time to fill the lack of fresh water with rum and ale.

I checked the contents of the bunker, and some of the fleshy food was about to spoil, and the potatoes were sprouting, so I ordered Chef Smith to increase the amount of food that the sailors were eating, but with less salt, for we had plenty of money in this area.

There was a commotion on board, and a sailor who had drunk too much had the audacity to harass Lady Andrelia, but luckily even though Mitch had stopped him and whipped us five times, we might have been adrift on the sea for too long.

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Gordon now spends most of his time in the captain's quarters, and after half a year of sailing, he has become somewhat disgusted with the same sea water, and he will be accustomed to seeing too many beautiful scenery, not to mention that the sea water will cause the food he eats to spoil and be full of peculiar smells.

While they sailed to the Cayman Islands, Andrelia watched all kinds of new birds and beasts on the deck accompanied by David, and Gordon finally had some time to sort out his thoughts.

Before that, Gordon had never thought that his voyage would consist of spending his days in the captain's room planning the course and reading books about the records and legends of the seas, but now, he preferred to leave the chores of sailing to Alan.

The legends of this world are not just fiction, there is a real element of him, and Gordon wants to find something credible in these clues, because he is beginning to realize that if he wants to be taken seriously by the Governor of Kingston, it is not enough to bring back Andrea, which may be a reward of a few hundred gold coins at most.

He is different from Eleno, who has some family support behind her, and may not be as good as the Lannisters behind Andrea, but they at least have equal rights to talk.

But Gordon couldn't, he was just a boy from a poor family, and he was lucky enough to get a nice ship, but it had nothing to do with the aristocracy, at most he was a merchant, or half a pirate.

After a day of research, his only takeaway was the legend that there was alchemy on the African continent, capable of turning stones into gold.

"What kind of mess, the material structure is different, unless it is the gods themselves!"

All of this undoubtedly irritated him, and the myths and legends were probably only one percent of the spectrum, but yes, he did see something that had a spectrum, and it was said that William and Kidd had buried their treasure on an island before they died, and had drawn a treasure map.

If you want to find this treasure map, and then find the treasure of William and Kidd along the way, this probability, like winning the lottery, is something that can be encountered but not sought.

Eventually, he closed the book, then pushed open the door to the captain's quarters and walked out, and a black group of six beetles landed on the side of the ship, and he casually bounced into the water.

"Evan, look at this!"

Andrea waved when she saw him come out, then pointed to the underside of the ship.

Several dolphins chased the fish around the Jackdaw, much to Andrea's surprise and attracting quite a few seagulls circling in the sky.

White liquid bird droppings slipped from the sky, either sticking to the gray sails or dripping directly onto the deck.

"You damn guys!"

The seagulls had to reclean the deck, much to the outrage of the sailors, who drew their muskets.

Bang!

The light and sound of the fire made the seagulls who had never seen the world panic, but they did not leave, and the temptation of food made them ignore the danger.

Seabirds look at their target, then fold their wings and plunge into the water, then bring back delicious swimming fish, but of course not every bird is able to harvest food.

About a nautical mile away is the Cayman Islands, and there are some rudimentary docks on Grand Cayman, which should be enough to replenish food and fresh water, but it is also a paradise for pirates, one of Blackbeard's bases, and the complex terrain can help many pirates avoid encirclement.

A gray sail flashed in the distance, and Gordon quickly pulled out his binoculars, but all he could see was overlapping islands and reefs, and rocks.

"Lookout, look at the Cayman Islands!"

Gordon commanded the sailor who was watching from the mast.

"Okay Captain!"

"Did you see the boat?"

"There's a sailboat, the Whipmark of the Dread!"

They had dealt with the ship too much, and the lookout had been through the battle at the mouth of the river, and had easily recognized the large hull of the pirate ship.

Spain did not recognize privateers, and after the failure of Operation El Dorado, the Templars simply abandoned the naïve pirate captain, and the battleships belonging to the Spanish Navy opened fire mercilessly.

But a rainstorm saved him, and in the midst of lightning and thunder, the Dreadful Whipmark escaped from the range of the Spanish battleship's guns with its full flames, and disappeared into the morning fog the next morning.

The Whipmark of Terror was badly damaged in two battles and suffered heavy losses in personnel, and it took more than a month to repair the ship in the Cayman Islands before it finally got the ship to its original appearance, but the crew was barely able to operate the ship with less than fifty people left.

Of course, the Whipmark of Terror recognized the ship, which had performed well in naval battles, with the British flag on it.

"Captain, it's the Jackdaw. ”

Wilson pulled out his binoculars, a distance that could even see Gordon's face.

"Hang the white flag, let's lean in. ”

"Captain, we're probably going to be sunk. ”

"I need a guide. ”

"Wouldn't it be good for us to become pirates again and continue with our old lives? gold, women, free navigation......"

"Enough, don't talk to me about pirates, I'm going to make the pirates, the Templars in Spain, pay the price, and how many of our brothers died at their hands. ”

Wilson was furious and grabbed the collar of the first mate, who had already been trusted by the Spanish battleship's guns.

The Whipmark of Terror was a huge ship, and there were very few sailors, but on this treacherous sea, Gordon did not relax his nerves, but shouted loudly.

"Everyone, load your shells, grab your muskets, and get ready for battle! ”

With the rapid and terrible sound of the whistle, the sailors shouted loudly, ran, and then pushed the muzzles of their guns out of the ship's side.