When the black man, Adéwale, came over, Edward introduced them to each other.

"Hello. John greeted first, and asked the tavern to bring another glass. Adéwal returned the salute and sat down beside Edward.

"Where are you going from here?" Edward picked up his glass to take a sip, but found that there was no more wine, so he took the bottle from Adéwale's hand.

John watched the interaction between the two and found it interesting: "When the boys on my boat are rested, I am ready to take them to Nassau." I heard you say that Nassau is a pirate's paradise, free and uninhibited, and I want to check it out. ”

"Ah, Nassau, that's a good place. Edward gulped down his wine, "Remember, my friend, that a pirate is not a real pirate if he has not been to Nassau. ”

John didn't say yes or no, and looked at Adéwale, who had been silent since he sat down: "Did Edward say that you saved his life?" "I can't say that I saved him, after all, I also saved myself at that time." Ade said. John raised his glass: "Anyway, I want to thank you for saving my friend." Adéwalé raised his glass, and the two clinked glasses.

After drinking the wine from the cup, John asked, "What about you, and where are you going to go after that?" Adéwal looked at Edward, "It depends on where our captain is going to take us." "Like you, I'm going to go to Nassau after I'm done. Recently a shipment of sugar and tobacco had been obtained from the ship, and only when it got there could it be exchanged for gold coins, a lot of gold coins. John shrugged, "If you don't mind, I think we can go to Nassau together, I don't know anyone in Nassau, and if you lead the way, I think I'll be able to integrate with you sooner." Edward didn't mind: "No problem, I'll introduce you to a few good partners when the time comes." ”

The three of them chatted a little more afterwards, and left until it was late in the evening. Edward and his quartermaster did not know where they would spend the night, and John did not accompany them on the way back to the ship.

Back on the ship, sure enough, there was no one except for one unlucky guy who was assigned to guard the ship. John didn't say anything, and let the hapless bastard go ashore and have fun on his own. Watching the unlucky guy dance happily off the ship and run towards the tavern and casino on the shore, John turned and walked into the cabin. It's been a long time since I've meditated, and it seems that no one should be on the boat today, and it's rare to have a quiet day. Thinking of this, John went into the captain's room, and instead of lying in his hammock, he found a sack, threw it on the ground, sat on it, and began to meditate.

Unlike before, in the past, John meditated without any effect, but this time John "saw" his own soul. Although it was only a flashing picture in his mind, if it weren't for John's full dedication and careful observation, this flashing picture would not have attracted John's attention. But it was only in this image that John could be sure that the vague picture was his soul.

Just as John was about to meditate again deeply, he heard a discordant sound overhead. It wasn't loud, even a few minutes smaller than the footsteps of the sailors walking on deck, but it was loud enough to pull John back from his meditation.

When he opened his eyes, there was a rare hint of anger in John's eyes. From the footsteps, John could already tell that this was not the footsteps of anyone on the ship, but the footsteps of outsiders, and the owner of the footsteps had deliberately reduced the footsteps he made, making it difficult for people to find themselves. By all indications, the owner of this footstep did not come to visit with rum and barbecue. Thinking of this, John stood up and hung his knife at his waist to prepare to go out to meet the unexpected visitor for a while.

Jensen, the inhabitant of the Greater Inagua Islands, has nothing to praise in his own right. Jensen's parents, both farmers, worked for the farmer on the farm in exchange for food rations, and in his spare time he went out to sea to fish in his family's boat. Jensen, who originally grew up in such a family, should eventually inherit his father's liquid and become a farmer or a small fisherman, working hard every day just to get a barely satisfying black flour, and only at festivals can taste the taste of meat throughout the year.

But Jensen was not satisfied, and since he was born, he had watched the rich life of the farmer every day, and the white bread that he was reluctant to eat at home was thrown away only because it had been left a little longer, and he did not even look at it, and so did the sailors in the tavern, the rum poured into their stomachs like water, and there was always roast meat in front of him, and gold coins in his hands, and his pockets seemed to be connected to the king's treasury, and pounds and Spanish silver coins were constantly taken out of his pockets, never to be used.

If a farmer needs to own a large fertile farm, the threshold for sailors is much lower. Jensen remembers a man in the neighboring village who had become a sailor and returned from a year's voyage with a bag of gold and silver coins. However, the bag of money, the man did not use it, and was taken by Jensen in the tavern - yes, before becoming a sailor, Jensen first became a pickpocket.

Jensen has since found a way to make a fortune - is there an easier way than to risk his life to drift on the seas than to take other people's spoils for himself?

This afternoon, Jensen's eyes lit up when he saw two boats docked on the dock. In his opinion, the two ships were already in his pocket - Jensen knew the habits of sailors very well, on the day the ship first docked, there was usually no one on the ship, even if it was the crew who stayed behind, the attention was not on the cargo, and Jensen had already stolen no less than five such ships. The thought that his pocket would be filled with silver coins tomorrow brought a smile to Jensen's face.

As soon as he opened the door to the cabin, Jensen didn't have time to observe the movement inside, when suddenly a hand reached out from the door and grabbed his neck. The hand was so hard that Jensen thought it had been bitten by a bear, and no matter how much he slapped it, it didn't let go, as if it was supposed to be here.

John looked at the man who had been choked by his own neck, and he could tell from his clothes alone that he was not a sailor. It looks like a thief, John thought. In the past, John would probably only scare him into letting him know that this was not a playground for him to enter and exit, but today, because he was disturbed at a critical time, even John was angry. Grabbing him by the neck and lifting the thief up, John slammed straight into the deck. Affected by this impact, Jensen couldn't get out of breath and fainted directly. John looked at the thief, who had already passed out with his eyes rolled, and threw him into the sea, regardless of whether he would wake up or not, and turned and walked up to the lookout—by this time it was already getting light, and John was not going to meditate, but to go up there and watch the sunrise.