That night, the weather in Cayenne, which had been sunny for two days, began to change, and the tropical climate dictated a high frequency of heavy rain during this period.

Originally it was just gloomy and thundering, but in the middle of the night, heavy rain poured down, accompanied by strong winds.

The lights in the harbor were also extinguished, and the taverns, which had been partying all night, were sparsely populated, and people were busy running back to their homes, lighting the stoves, and then sleeping soundly.

Aldridge enjoyed the bumps in the cabin, looked at the heavy rain outside, and shook his head, no one would dive into a merchant ship to assassinate in this weather, the monstrous waves were the biggest obstacle, you know, the Loren was not far from the port.

Alva leaned back in a chair with his scimitar in his hand and closed his eyes, the shaking of the storm and the rumbling of thunder in the air gave him a feeling that he was alive.

Alva didn't go to sea because of some ridiculous dream, nor because of money, his father was a pirate, and as for his mother, who died after he was born, Alva's trip to sea may have been because of the restlessness in his blood, and the desire for adventure and the thrill of life and death.

A man who lives alone in a garbage heap, suffering humiliation and humbleness, blames it all on his father, whom he has never met, and whose ultimate pursuit in life is to find that person and then kill him.

Probably, before killing that hateful pirate, ask him why he left himself.

Feeling the evil of time, Alva couldn't find the meaning of his own existence, only when he fought the wind and waves on the sea, it was the enemy's life and death struggle, the blood splashed on his face, and the fishy smell that invaded his mouth, made him feel truly alive.

"Alva, it looks like it's going to be okay tonight, go back and rest. ”

Alva, who heard the captain's voice, looked at the rainstorm and wind and waves outside, nodded, and got up to leave.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, and a dark shadow stood above the mast, and it was none other than Gordon.

He wasn't here for the map at all, he was just following closely to find the right time to strike.

A few had no entanglements at all, no grievances, and no entanglements of interests, but they came together because of coincidences and some wrong guesses.

There was no chance to move his hands in the harbor during the day, and Gordon had been waiting for this heavy rain, and from the rope that connected the mainmast, he climbed up directly, scanned the structure of the hull, and found where the captain's room should be.

In the darkness of the night, there were occasional snow-white reflections in some dark corners, the blade of which was unsheathed, and Gordon knew that Aldrich might have been on guard against himself, though for some reason.

It was the last night he had stayed, and the rain was a godsend, with lightning and thunder being the best cover.

A man walked out of the room, and then told the sailor who was in ambush in the shadows, it was Alva.

In order to avoid accidents, although the guards were a lot lax, they still ambushed people outside.

Of course, this move is equivalent to directly exposing the location of all the secret sentinels, and indirectly helping a lot.

No one could have imagined that in this moment of lightning and thunder, someone would stand on top of a slippery mast and watch every move below.

And Gordon is not impulsive, he is waiting for the best moment.

The time has passed zero o'clock, gradually pointing to two o'clock in the morning, this is the most tired time for a person, with the lowest temperature, people can't help but fall asleep, of course, this is also the best time to do it.

Gordon walked slowly down the rope, only the lightning in the rainstorm occasionally illuminated his place.

And by this light, he began to look for sailors in the shadows.

A sailor huddled in a corner that was not wet from the rain, the sword in his hand had been thrown aside, his expression was obviously full of resentment, he had to be in the wind and rain in such weather, but he did not dare to leave because of the captain's intimidation.

However, he had already begun to squint his eyes into a half-asleep state, and he was not the slightest guard against the people who were slowly approaching.

Gordon walked up to him, and then slowly crouched down, looking at the honest sailor, knowing that there were only two sailors left outside, and the brains had already hid in the room, waiting to come out when it was almost dawn.

A hand covered the sailor's mouth, and the Hidden Blade pierced the heart, and the sailor's eyes widened, filled with horror and despair, and he never lived again.

Clearing out the two men outside, Gordon walked towards the captain's room.

The door to the captain's room was closed, and he tried it, but he couldn't push it open, but it was just a rudimentary wooden door, fragile, and he watched the lightning streak across the sky, and then, in a split second of thunder, kicked through the wooden door.

No one noticed this, not even the captain inside, who had never thought that Amos's death was not on the map, but on their lives.

Aldrich slept peacefully on the boat, but the cool breeze blowing in after the door was kicked open made him wrapped in a gorgeous quilt, and the nights in the Caribbean during the rainy season were also very cold.

Gordon shook his head, looking at this captain who was just a little vicissitudes, as if he was no different from other captains, but he could be so brutal when dealing with the transportation of black slaves, without humanity, with only gold coins in his eyes and no dry bones in his eyes.

Aldrich seemed to have sensed the crisis between life and death, and woke up from his sleep, and what he saw was the black figure looking at him quietly, which was simply terrifying.

In such a heavy rain, the person who can still insist on acting is definitely not the one who can be invited by Donner.

Seeing that Gordon's sharp blade had already popped out of his sleeve, Aldrich reacted. But at this moment, he didn't dare to shout loudly, and the sword was still out of reach, so he could only lower his voice and say in a very calm voice.

"If you're here for the treasure map, then you've miscalculated, I've buried it somewhere only I know, and even if you kill me, you won't get it. ”

Gordon looked at the person in front of him with some inexplicable wonder, and couldn't understand his thinking, was the way his sword was unsheathed just for one thing?

"No, I don't have the slightest interest in your treasure map, I'm here to take your life. ”

Aldrich's eyes showed incredible, except for engaging in the slave trade, he had never had a bad relationship with anyone, and he was tactful, could it be that he had violated the interests of some big man and led to his demise?

"Who told you to kill me?"

Gordon leaned down and said in the coldest tone: "It's a million dry bones buried at the bottom of the sea!"