The fight with the captain was even more boring than John had thought.

Since the surrounding pirates had been dragged down by the sailors, only John and the pirate captain were left to ...... Or rather like one-on-one.

Pirates don't talk to you about chivalry, they're a group of people who will stop at nothing to get their way to their ends. During the battle with John, one of the pirates who had been hiding on the lookout took out his gun, aimed it at John, and fired a shot.

John had seen the pirate captain glance up from time to time and felt strange, so he also focused his attention on the top of his head. A moment before the pirate opened fire, John John spotted the hostility. Suddenly, John reached out and grabbed the pirate captain's hand and pulled him to his place, while he walked towards where the pirate captain was standing, and when the pirate above didn't react, he switched places with the captain.

The pirate was stunned, but his hand followed his own movements. "Bang!" a bullet fired, hitting the pirate captain who had appeared in John's original position.

The pirate captain never dreamed that he would be hit by a bullet fired by his own men. Although the bullet only hit him in the right shoulder and did not hit the vital point directly, he was originally at a disadvantage in the competition with John, and it was even more useless to be shot by his own men.

John saw the moment and slammed into the pirate captain's chest with an arrow, causing him to breathe. John directly sank his feet, and with a force on his waist, he carried the pirate captain up, and then accelerated to the mast, using the pirate captain as a meat pad to hit the mast hard.

With a "wow", the pirate captain spat out a large mouthful of blood, and on closer inspection, he could see something that looked like fragments of internal organs.

Also, being hit by John like this, even the mast tilted slightly, not to mention the fact that the human being who was just flesh and blood, was not directly knocked into a meatloaf was already the reason for the captain's strong body.

Throwing the pirate captain on his shoulder, watching him lay on the deck and vomit blood little by little without struggling or groaning, John knew that he was no different from a dead man. Naturally, you don't have to bother with it. Looking up at the gunman on the mast, he saw that he had already hid in the lookout, and if he didn't go up, he wouldn't be able to see him.

Frightened, John shook his head and looked at the sailors. By the time John had seriously wounded the pirate captain, the pirates had already begun to throw down their weapons one by one and raise their hands in surrender. My boss is dead, what's the use of continuing to fight? What's more, now that the sailors have gained the upper hand, no matter how hard they try, they will only be stabbed in the end, so it is better to surrender now, and maybe they can save their lives.

With this idea, the pirate naturally threw away the sword in his hand and squatted down with his head in his hands. In order to survive, pirates can do anything, and there is no glory at all.

Since it was John who was leading the battle, it was only natural that the sailors would have to decide what John meant—although John was not part of the ship, he was just a friend of the owner.

John was rubbing his chin and thinking about what to do with the pirates, when a crew member climbed up to the lookout and pulled the hidden pirate down. Watching the pirate slide down from the cable with his hands tied was something John thought was funny.

"Boss John, the pirates have been caught here. At this moment, a sailor came up to John and said, "We have just checked the cabin, and there is no one hiding in it. Boss, what are you going to do with them?"

This sailor John knew, an old man who had already had several sailing experiences, and he performed quite well in both daily management and previous counterattacks. John looked at him and asked, "What would you do if you caught a pirate on your previous voyages?"

The sailor looked at the pirates with their hands tied behind their backs and said, "In the old days, we would catch pirates and hang them on the side of the ship and let the sun and the sea breeze handle them. ”

That's it. John thought, and then said to the sailor, "You say, I will drive this ship away as my own, is it realistic?" The sailor also looked around, and said, "This ship seems to be well maintained, and if it can be sailed away, it will be a good choice whether to drive it myself or sell it for money." "Yes, I have to have a ship of my own." Sailing on Bonnet's boat is not a good choice, and it would be best if you could sail on your own. "Then Boss John will remember to call me. ”

The sailor smiled and walked up to the pirates: "Hey, stand up you scum! Stand in line!" John didn't say anything to stop the sailor's movements, but watched as he pulled the pirates up and threw them all into a small boat that had been hung on a pirate ship for fishing, and whether the boat could fit so many people or not, he stuffed them all in, threw a few maggots and a few pieces of dried meat on them, and lowered the boat into the water and let them drift out with the current.

"These people shouldn't survive a few. The sailor looked at John staring at the drifting boat and said, "There is no fresh water, and there is not enough food, and a big wave at sea can overturn the boat." Even if Lady Luck had taken care of them, that alone would not have been enough for the whole ship to eat, not to mention that they were still tied in their hands. ”

"Do you do the same to pirates?" John watched as the boat drifted farther and farther away, and with each wave it swayed, and several times the boat was almost overturned by the waves. The sailor said, "If we don't want the ship to be polluted by the stench of pirate decay, we'll do the same, and some ships just throw the pirates off the ship." ”

John patted the sailor on the shoulder: "I will probably be a pirate when I sail in the future." I can tell you don't like pirates. Without waiting for him to answer, he walked directly to the cabin, clapping his hands as he went: "Okay guys, let's see how much treasure these pirates have!

"Good!" the sailors clapped their hands with joy and shouted to the sky when they heard John's words. Treasure and wine are the eternal leitmotif of sailing. This time, the pirates were repelled and the biggest contributor to the capture of the pirate ship was John, which is a fact that no one can deny. If John was also a crew member, he would have received a large sum of the captured wealth, and then the rest of the treasure would have been shared by the rest of the crew, but John did not belong to the crew, and it stands to reason that all the treasure was the exclusive property of John alone, and the crew could receive at most some bounty from the shipowner. And John's willingness to share half of the treasure was a surprise for the sailors.

The pirate's treasure wasn't all gold and silver - of course, when the chest full of gold coins was lifted onto deck, everyone's breath became short. Later on, a variety of pirate looting goods were brought in—sugar, tobacco, tea, and porcelain. Of course, there are also a lot of shells and gunpowder that were not fired.

"It seems that these pirates are not aiming at us, but must have just found us when they returned from looting other ocean-going merchant ships. Now that it was safe, Bonnet slowly climbed up the rope and surveyed the treasure and the goods. Then he happily patted John on the shoulder: "Well done my friend! Now you have your own boat!"

"Bonnet, give me a valuation of these cargoes, I said that half of them are sailors. John thought of Bonnet's identity and should know more about these quotes, so he said.

Bonnet straightened up, "No problem, my generous friend. ”

Watching Bonnet estimate the goods, estimate the gold coins, and then grab a handful of gold coins from the box, count them one by one and distribute them to everyone, John climbed up to the lookout and picked up the dagger that had fallen beside him. This dagger may be the gunman's, who cares?

With the dagger in hand, John cut the rope that held the black flag that stood on the pirate's face and watched as the black flag drifted into the sea in the wind.