Gordon never imagined that he had only entered the courthouse out of some curiosity, only to see his brother being hanged, and he didn't know if it was fate or a joke, as Barbossa had said when he looked at Gordon before he died.

"It's just a joke. ”

Fate always likes to play with those who think they are in control.

"Sir, a friend of mine is going to be hanged tomorrow, and we want to see him and bring him some food. ”

Harry had already carried some food that would have been used as their own dinner, which came in handy at this time.

"Sir, this is a heavy prison and no visitation is allowed. ”

The two soldiers on patrol were righteous, preventing them from moving forward.

Of course, in this world for the rich, if you don't have money, you just do business, and if you have money, of course, that's another story.

That all changed when Gordon pulled out a small bag of silver coins and stuffed them into the hands of the two guards.

"Of course, sir, you can visit, but you need to be accompanied by us. ”

The soldiers said this, and then led Gordon and Harry directly through the prison gate, and the soldiers guarding the gate did not lose money.

They inquired about the location of Duncan's detention, and then, accompanied by two soldiers, walked into the underground cell, which was dark, damp, and full of stench, and even a bustling port like Lisbon would not take care of these condemned prisoners.

And in the process, Gordon scanned everything with Eagle Eye throughout the whole process, and touched all the armaments.

There has probably not been a robbery for a long time, and the soldiers mainly guarded the view of the inside of the fortress to prevent anyone from escaping from it.

On the top wall of the prison, there are a total of five sentries standing at the top, armed with spears, and the east side of the prison is a simple gallows, and the west side is a swamp and shrubs.

The only good news is that there are cliffs to the north, and the water below, but it is full of reefs, and there is a Royal Navy garrison around, so there is no way out.

In a small room in the dungeon, the five soldiers were playing cards boringly, and their only task was to open the door of the cell when there was a prisoner making trouble, and teach him a hard lesson, as for whether they would die of illness due to injuries and in this environment, that was not for them to think about.

Seeing a patrolling soldier coming down with a well-dressed man and a sailor, he naturally understood, but after just two more looks, he didn't take care of it.

Gordon saw one gloomy room after another, with all kinds of people behind the iron doors, fierce, cowardly, lewd, and even women and children.

He pointed directly to the child next to him and asked, "He looks like he is only eleven or twelve years old, why was he sentenced to death?"

Given that Gordon gave a lot of money, the guard was happy to answer the question.

"He, stealing into the nobleman's house, and biting the mistress's hand, of course ......"

Gordon pointed to another woman, equally young, who looked no more than twenty years old, who looked clean even in the prison, and when she saw someone coming, she just smiled, as if she didn't care about all this, and had lost all faith in life, and even in life.

"What about her?"

The soldiers even panicked when they saw the woman: "This is a witch, everyone in her family is sick and dead, but she is the only one who lives, and she even bit off the finger of one of the guards when she was in prison." ”

Even Harry shook his head this time, it was, although he didn't know if there were witches in this world, but a witch would be caught by a group of ordinary people?

Don't talk about witches so cheaply, okay.

Finally, when they reached the end of the prison, they saw Harry sticking to the iron fence, watching the two people slowly walk over, smiling a little freely.

"Is it really troublesome for you two to come to see me, did you bring wine?"

Gordon shoved him a bottle of rum in his hand, and the latter tore off the cap and poured half a bottle directly into his stomach to stop the momentum.

Not to mention the alcohol in the prison, there is not even a sip of clean fresh water, the skin of the mouth is chapped, and the whole body is weak.

Harry even handed over a lot of white bread and roast meat, which was stained with butter, and although the roast was already cold, Duncan burst into tears.

This is a meeting scene that none of the three people thought of, three friends who once crossed the street together, one became a captain, one became a prisoner, and the other had just undergone the transformation from slave to sailor.

Gordon also took a big sip of wine, watching the sky outside gradually darken, and the dungeon was extremely dim even if the kerosene lamp was lit.

Duncan choked up, tears and snot on his bread, and insisted on eating, which was probably his last dinner.

The two soldiers watched the meeting of the three of them boredly, and they saw that they were all hungry, they had never seen a single person who could eat so deliciously.

Because even for the last dinner before death, only one out of ten people can eat it.

Nothing else happened, the soldiers gave Gordon and Harry half an hour, and then they went into the small room with the jailers and began to eat and drink.

"Don't sleep too hard tonight. ”

Gordon reminded quietly.

"What?" Duncan asked in surprise as he didn't expect Gordon to say this suddenly.

"We're going to rob the prison tonight. Harry said the news very calmly, and a smile appeared on his lips, as if he was ready for a great business.

"Haha, Gordon, forget it, this is Lisbon, it's not a small place, where can we go in this prison?

Duncan just listened to this as a joke, then sighed and said, "Forget it, my own life is like this, don't do anything stupid." ”

Gordon shook his head, just reminded: "Just remember, two o'clock, don't sleep too hard." ”

They handed Duncan everything in their hands and told him to eat more, so that they could have the strength to escape tonight, so that the two of them could save some strength.

They eventually left, because he had to plan a specific plan, and if he wanted to escape from here, the Jackdaw's gang leader was indispensable, and he had to disguise himself.

Leaving the prison, Gordon led Harry to the Jackdaw's docking, where his friend finally saw the much-boasted ship.

"It's a really good ship!" Harry unconsciously complimented, in his impression, Gordon's boat may have just broken away from the fishing boat, a small boat of about thirty meters, the size of the Jackdaw is now the standard equipment of a speed merchant ship, and it is more sophisticated.