John stared at the location of the explosion, lost in thought. The explosion was not an isolated accident, and even now, through the rain curtain, you can vaguely see the flickering fires in that place, and it seems that there is still fighting.

John touched his chin, thoughtful. If I'm not mistaken, there's a naval battle going on on a certain scale at that location. With this size, it should be a fleet of several ships, which means that one of them is likely to be a navy, and the other side should be a sea pirate.

Thinking of this, John decided to wait for the rain to stop and look at the shore of the island, so that if there were survivors, he could get some up-to-date information, and if there were any stranded ships, he could try to repair them. Thinking of this, John turned around and went back to the hut to continue meditating, now it has been more than half a month since John came to this world, but the meditation is still progressing slowly, which makes John a little discouraged, and he doesn't know if the meditation method is correct. But even so, John continued to meditate every day, after all, although progress was slow, it was better than no progress at all, and now John had nothing to do but meditate but to sleep. John hadn't slept since he started meditating, meditating every day until dawn and the next day he was refreshed.

The storm came and went as fast as it came, and it was only about the afternoon when the sky cleared. John looked at the cloudless sky and decided to go out to see if there were any windfalls, such as ships, or crews, from the naval battle just now.

Thinking of doing so, John prepared to go out with a dagger in his hand. I had just taken two steps when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. John's heart moved, and when he didn't know the situation of friend or foe, it was better to hide himself first. Thinking of this, John quickly dodged and hid in a nearby house, closed the door, and pricked up his ears to listen to the dynamics outside.

As time passed, the sound of footsteps became clearer. John could tell, these were two different footsteps, neither their strength nor the frequency of their steps could be achieved by ordinary walking—they were running, to be exact, the one behind was running after the one in front.

"It's about 300 nautical miles to Havana, do you want to use that distance?" "We can work together on this!" John heard someone say as he ran, and from where he spoke, he could tell that it was the man who was chasing behind. The man in front was silent and continued to run, and John heard their footsteps getting closer, and in a few moments ran over the roof of the hut where he was hiding.

Listening to the footsteps fading away, John stuck his head out the window and looked at the backs of the two. The man in front saw that the pursuers behind him were about to catch up with him, and hurriedly jumped into the small river beside him, preparing to use the river to block the other party's footsteps. However, he seemed to have miscalculated, and the pursuers behind him were more proficient in water than he was, swimming as fast as a swordfish in the water, bringing the two closer together. The escapees hurried ashore and ran towards the woods by the river, and the pursuers were in hot pursuit. At this time, the man who had fled in front climbed up a small slope around him, took out a pistol from his bosom and pointed it at the pursuer behind him: "Get away from me!" John saw that it was a pistol, and if it was correct, it should be a flintlock pistol. However, the ammunition used in this gun is very susceptible to moisture, especially if it has just been fished out of the water like the current one. The pursuers behind seemed to judge the same, and when he saw the escapee stop and point a useless gun at himself, he also slowed down and prepared to use this time to slow down. Unexpectedly, I only heard a "bang", and a bullet flew out of the chamber of the gun, grazing the left arm of the person behind. The pursuer didn't expect the shot to be really useful and didn't dodge, but fortunately, the man in front didn't seem to be proficient in shooting and didn't hit his vital part. The man in front saw that his gun did not play the role he imagined, and hurriedly smashed the gun in his hand at the pursuer behind, turned around and ran. The pursuers behind saw that he had fled, touched the abrasion with their hands, and hurried after him. John watched their backs weave from branch to branch, ape-like agility, and after a moment he was out of sight.

It was only then that John got up and left the treehouse and chased them in the direction they had left, in order to get some news from them. In their previous conversation, John heard the name "Havana", which if I remember correctly, it should be in Cuba, plus the previous "300 nautical miles", which is near the Caribbean Sea?

But now that John has determined his location and time, many things can be determined. Thinking like this, John suddenly saw a clearing in front of him, and the two people who had been chasing had stopped and were drawing their weapons to fight. John was in no mood to care whether they would win or lose, for John, who was now standing in a tree, saw a large open space on the seashore beneath the cliff ahead, and a group of soldiers in naval uniforms escorted all the men of a ship on the shore to shore and pointed a gun at their heads.

Carefully past the two men who were fighting, John carefully walked down the cliff and found a patch of grass to hide in.

"The Commodore has arrived in Kingston, and we must force this big ship to catch up. John heard someone speak, and looked out through the gap in the bushes, and saw only a fat man dressed in bright colors, surrounded by some navy, and said to the fat man. The fat man was originally just holding his head in his hands, but when he heard the soldier say this, he hurriedly said, "Hug, hug...... Sorry, Kingston? No, no, our destination is Havana, and I'm just a small businessman. One of the soldiers shouted, "Shut up, you damned pirate! We can hang you for the commotion you caused!" The fat man replied, "Your Excellency, I don't know anything about the commotion, I have my ships here to supply the necessities." A soldier didn't want to say anything more and kicked the fat man to the ground. The crew members next to them, who may have been fat, saw this scene, panicked and broke free from the navy behind them, and ran into the distance.

The navy, regardless of whether you are a merchant or not, can't tell the difference between the two in this era, directly pull out a gun and shoot the fleeing crew to death, and then put a pistol against the head of the fat man who fell to the ground and struggled: "Give me a reason not to make a hole in your head!"

The fat man was frightened by the gun above his head, and shouted hysterically: "Take my candy! Take whatever you want! I will pay, you can pay whatever you want!"

At this moment, John saw a figure sneak out from behind, and stabbed to death with a knife in his hand a soldier who had left the group without noticing him, and the soldier's mouth was covered by him. The face was slightly louder before he fell to the ground without making a sound, and the man dragged the body to the bushes behind him, and continued to touch the next soldier.

The first time he encountered an enemy who was sneaking around to assassinate him, John found it amusing, in the past, even slaves who looked like rats would jump out and slash them with a hand axe in their hands, instead of sneaking behind him and covering their mouths with one hand and backstabbing them with the other. Interesting. Looking at this new attack routine, John felt his hands itch a little, just as a soldier passed by the bushes where he was hiding, not too alert to this side. John stretched out his left hand and strangled the soldier's neck, pulling him into the bushes before he could react, and stabbed the dagger directly from behind between his ribs, sending the dagger into his heart through the gap in the ribs.

Looking at this innovative attack, John looked at the soldiers like he saw a flock of lambs to the slaughter. This time John was not prepared to wait for them to come, he followed the shadows between the bushes and the shadows of the trees to sneak up on the soldiers who had broken away from the large army, dragging them into the bushes and killing them one by one.

The man who later lurked in the woods also spotted John's movements, but the two men had the same goal and did not cause a fight. When there were only a few soldiers left around the fat man, John and the man rushed out of the woods to kill one of them, and then the others.

In battle, John found that he was clearly superior to these soldiers, superior in strength and agility, so that he was able to use a dagger to maneuver between two soldiers with sabers and bayonet spears, and to snatch the saber and kill both, and the other was no slal, skillfully using both sabers to finish off the remaining two.

When the battle was over, John and the man walked over to the fat man who had fallen to the ground and pulled him up. The fat man said gratefully, "Thank God, sir, thank you very much for your help." ”

The latecomer glanced at John, who smiled at him in a friendly manner. Since the situation was urgent, the man looked at the boat on the beach and asked the fat man, "Is this your ship?" The fat man also looked over: "Yes, but ...... It seems that my captain is dead, and I don't know how to sail at all. The man looked at the boat: "It's okay, I'll sail." The fat man looked at the two warily: "You can't be fugitives who have absconded, right?" John shook his head: "I am the East India Company, I was lost in the previous shipwreck, and I need to join the fleet." As he spoke, he handed the East India Company logo to the fat man. The fat man looked twice: "It seems to be this." Then he looked at the other person.

The man saw that it was not good for him not to indicate anything now, so he said, "I am Duncan, what do you call me?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to the fat man. The fat man walked over and held it: "Sted, Sted Bonnet." John replied, "John Vulcan." Duncan glanced at John and said, "Okay gentlemen, you can't tell anyone else what I'm talking about...... I'm helping the king now, God bless the king. I'm on a secret mission and need to get to Havana as soon as possible. John said, "It just so happens that my fleet has a point of contact in Havana. Bonnet was happy to hear this and said, "It just so happens that Havana is also my destination, and we can travel together." Today is my lucky day, isn't it?"