After venting their anger, the slaves began to retreat with some fear, many of them were only participating in this kind of life-and-death struggle for the first time, watching the tragic scene they had caused, hammering people into bloody blood, which was even more disgusting than using muskets and swords.

Some people began to vomit, mostly those of the yellow race, the black slaves were used to seeing blood during the slave hunting war, but some people looked up to the sky and roared, venting the emotions in their hearts.

In the end, they stared blankly at Gordon and his party, the people who had liberated them.

Slaves do not survive in this world, and it is a death sentence for a slave who escapes to be caught, and in such an island city, a port covered by a fortress, within an hour, a patrol will arrive, and they will have no way to escape.

At this time, Gordon is in control of their survival, and his outfit is undoubtedly a captain.

The cigarette was a little hard to smoke, not as sweet as usual, only the bitterness of tobacco, and the cigar was extinguished halfway through, and he looked up at the slaves full of expectations, waiting for him to speak.

But he was silent for a long time, and the emancipation of the slaves did not make him feel the slightest joy or a sense of accomplishment, in the final analysis, it was only the result of his own impulses.

"Captain...... Escaped one. ”

Mickey and the two sailors walked over again, as they had seen the fierce glint in the slave's eyes.

Silence brings suspicion, the slaves have no way out, they must get on Gordon's ship, and if they don't give it, then rob it.

The muskets had been in the rain for too long, so long that the gunpowder had lost its effect, and there were only four of Gordon's party, and if they could make a storm, it would not be difficult to take them down.

Gordon raised his head, of course he could see the fierce light hidden in his eyes, this is human nature, in order to survive, people will not remember kindness, they will be deceived, they will hate all similar people, such as skin color.

"What the hell am I trying to do?" Gordon smiled, taking a shot himself, killing a dozen or so people, just to save the hundreds of silver coins that didn't matter?

"What's the picture, Captain?"

Mitch looked at Gordon with some confusion, thinking the question was asking him.

"Of course it's a picture of pleasure, my boatswain. ”

Gordon stood up from the stone, the bullet holes in his back still bleeding, staining his clothes in the rain.

"I need fifteen people to be my crew. ”

He said this, looking at the slaves below, waiting for their choice?

People were not able to understand Gordon's words, and a small number of people who knew English began to talk to each other and convey the full meaning.

Only fifteen people were needed, and when this sentence was conveyed to everyone, a violent quarrel broke out, and some people looked at Gordon with murderous intent in their eyes. But others suppressed the noise.

A black slave was elected, he was not so strong, even a little lame, and he had been a slave for many years, so that he already knew a lot of English.

As for the question of appearance, it is indeed a very serious question, after all, there is almost no difference in what these black people look like in Gordon's eyes.

"Dear Captain...... Please help us and get us out of here, wherever we go. ”

As he said this, he stumbled, looking at Gordon with a little fear in his eyes.

"I only need fifteen people. ”

Gordon stuck to his word, not wavering in the slightest.

"You have set us free, you have saved us, why have you put us to death? ”

Gordon looked at the person who had been elected to communicate, with pleading eyes and a sad tone, such a person could always touch people's hearts of compassion.

"I don't have the power to live or die for you, I can't find a place for you in the West Indies, in the Americas, in Europe, in the east to India, I need fifteen crew members, that's all. ”

The black man looked behind him, there were at least fifty more people, fifteen places, what a cruel choice.

"Please, Captain, you are a kind man......"

"Nassau!"

Suddenly, someone shouted in the crowd, the pronunciation was not standard, but it was able to resonate with people.

"What is he talking about?"

Gordon looked at the crowd that had become a little noisy, a little puzzled, and that joy passed from ear to ear, as if he had found his own way of hope.

"Nassau Harbor, sir, the fabled kingdom of liberty, where slaves may have the status of free people, without oppression, and with the same rights as citizens! ”

Gordon laughed a little contemptuously, Nassau, those pirates put out jokes, he didn't have been to Nassau, maybe the order was better than the port of Tortuga, of course the essence of the pirate port has not changed, slaves, hehe, most of them were sold to various pirate ships to become pirates, and the rest were sold to plantations, taverns, brothels, markets, etc.

But it seems that becoming a pirate is really a way out?

"Pirate ......"

He had mixed feelings in his heart, he hated pirates at first, and wanted to slaughter them cleanly, but Captain Jack changed a lot of his mind, and now, he saw that the only way for these poor people was pirates.

What a ridiculous plan for a British privateer captain in the royal service to send some poor people to become pirates.

"Why, give me a reason, I've done enough for you, Nassau's course is so far from mine, you can't ask everyone to grant you mercy. ”

"Sir, we have nothing, if you fancy anything, you can take it. ”

The black slave has the momentum of being barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes at this time, not to see what you want, but what we have you to take yourself.

“......”

Tattered shoes, clothes, and probably the most valuable thing is the cart of coal mines, and the mine hoes?

"Forget it, as long as one day in the future, when Captain Gordon is in trouble, someone will be able to step up and get a handful. ”

Nassau, if he remembers correctly, this port will be officially colonized in these years, and the Governor's Palace will be established as an important position to control the northward movement of the West Indies.

These people may not be significant, but they may be able to provide some useful information for themselves in the future.

Time is running out, and the fleeing man may be on his way with his soldiers.

"Bordeaux, you go back and tell everyone to pick up and change the green sails. ”

He commanded the stout sailor, who nodded his head in understanding, and prepared to run down the hill.

"Get in the carriage!"

"Yes Captain!"

The mine was far from the main city, and it was raining outside, so they had at least two more hours to worry about being hunted by the guards, and with the help of this time, Mitch used a dagger to dig out the bullet from Gordon's shoulder.

Armor and extraordinary recovery became Gordon's life-saving talisman, otherwise he would have become a one-armed captain.