The sky is clear and the sun is shining, and the sea in the western part of the bay is calm, and the black-haired seagulls fly around an island of water, and from time to time they rush into the sea and reappear, splashing a little bit of water, as if they are not afraid of water at all.

A sharp-nosed brown sea turtle wanders below the sea level on its four short legs, and after a long hesitation, it pauses in the water, its neck stretched out, and its head poked out, as if trying to breathe in some fresh air.

However, a large boat interrupted the turtle's behavior, and before the big boat arrived, the waves rippled, and the relatively violent fluctuations frightened the turtle to immediately retract its head, and its small eyes revealed timidity and fright, and it couldn't care about breathing air, and swam quickly to the deep sea with its limbs.

The waves continued to ripple, and it wasn't long before a somewhat dilapidated boat sailed by.

Shadows loomed over an area of the sea, and countless sea creatures stared at the behemoth overhead (relatively speaking), following the shifting shadows at its side, as if ready to move.

Some of the brave creatures even hit the ship with their heads from time to time, and there was a dull crashing sound in the water, but this did not cause much damage to the ship;

More creatures are crawling around the ship, waiting for some kind of opportunity to arrive, however, if nothing happens, the chances of the opportunity they are looking forward to seem to be somewhat small.

The sound of the boat rowing by is incessant, attracting the attention of a large number of creatures in the ocean, and also echoing in the ears of the passengers on board.

The sounds that he had been accustomed to hearing in the past were now so irritating that Noland, who was tied to the deck, gritted his teeth because of it.

Norland looked embarrassed, his once neat black captain's suit was now tattered, his long brown hair was scattered, and he was tied here on his knees, like a condemned prisoner waiting to be executed.

But just a few days ago, he was the number one pirate in the Golden Sea, the leader of the Herring Pirate Regiment.

This is also another reason why he gritted his teeth at this time, the huge identity contrast, the anger of being betrayed echoed in his heart all the time, the various sounds in his ears seemed so harsh, looking at a certain area on the deck, he wanted to scold something loudly, but the rags stuffed in his mouth blocked his speech, and he could only let out a whimper.

Seeing this, a sailor in charge of guarding him next to him kicked him, and said unceremoniously: "To be honest, compared to the sea snake gang, you are much luckier, what are you struggling with? Do you want the boss to cut off your head with a knife?"

Hearing this, Norland did not stop, but struggled more violently, but this did not serve any purpose other than to make the sailor kick harder.

"Is your ass itchy? Can't you stop it? But not everyone has a good temper like me, and you can get other people to suffer!"

As if he was a little tired from struggling, Norland's struggle stopped under the sailor's punches and kicks, gasping for breath and glaring at the sailor without speaking.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Look again, be careful I gouge out your eyeballs!"

The sound of intimidation did not frighten the once steady and resourceful pirate leader, who glared at the sailor, and he whimpered, and reluctantly said one sentence at a time: "Black, hand, where, where?"

"What?" the scruffy sailor probed his head as if he hadn't heard.

"Black, hand, where, where?"

"Can you be clear?"

"Black, hand—where?"

"Black hand, bastard, black hand is also called by you, you should call the boss the black hand!"

It was evident that the bored sailor was using Norland as a pastime at this time, or that he felt a sense of accomplishment in the presence of the former greats, constantly verbally reprimanding the prisoners at his feet, punching and kicking them at every turn.

However, the prisoner seemed stubborn, and despite knowing the sailor's bad intentions, he did not stop his words—"Black, hand, where?"

Gradually, the others on deck were attracted by the situation, and above their heads, a sailor on the sail lookout shouted downward: "Basan, you can't be honest, be careful that the boss knows about it, be careful that he punishes you!"

"What did I do to punish me? I didn't do anything, he's just a prisoner!"

The sailor called Basang raised his head and defended himself, but his subsequent movements unconsciously restrained a lot, because of the distance, the two of them were shouting, so he estimated that these two words had been heard by others at this time, so naturally he did not dare to be too high-profile.

Apparently the sailor was not unfounded, and this really seemed to have caught the attention of the ship's chief, for it was not long before a tall scar-faced man emerged from below deck, approached Bassan and reprimanded him, and finally looked at the prisoner Norland.

"If there is anything you want to say, I will tell the Black Hand Boss for you, he himself will not come to see you. He moved his hands as he spoke.

The rag in his mouth was pulled out, and Norland sneered when he heard this, and said, "What?

"Hey, what do you kid say, be polite to me!" the sailor reprimanded him, trying to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by the scar-faced man.

"I'll talk to him alone. ”

The scar-faced man seemed to have a high status on the ship, and the sailor nodded honestly when he heard this, and then walked away with a curse.

It was as if Noland's previous words had given him a great insult.

"Sycophant!" A sneer appeared on the prisoner's face again, which naturally attracted the attention of the scar-faced man, he frowned, and said: "If you promised the boss, how could you end up in such a situation? What are you insisting on? You really don't care about your own life? I think you should know that now you are just surviving, and when we reach our destination, we will be executed or paraded in the streets, but it will not be under the control of the black hand boss." ”

Noland didn't seem to listen to this, and he said hoarsely, "What does he want me to do? grovel, or tell the secret and become a headless corpse like the blood sharks?"

"I don't think it's better to be punished by the Lord of the Stars than to have your head wrapped in a gift box and your body thrown into the sea to feed the sharks. ”

It seemed that he was sarcastic, but the scarface man did not raise his eyebrows like the sailor, but his face was unhappy: "The black hand boss said that if you say it, he can let you go, everyone knows that you used to have a good relationship, and he will not lie to you." ”

It's just that Noland didn't believe what he said: "Leave me alone? Ridiculous, make me believe that traitor?

The scar-faced man retorted, "Not a traitor, the Black Hand Boss wasn't a pirate in the first place. ”

However, this caused Noland to sneer more: "Ha, that's an undercover agent? I used to take so good care of him, but I was really blind, what? Now do you want to use us to go to his master to ask for a reward? How much am I worth?"

"Not much, with all due respect, a man like him is just a dog of the Star Lord, what reward can a dog get? a bone, or two?"

"And you, Wisem, if he's a dog, what are you?"

Words came out of the prisoner's mouth, as if he was deliberately provoking Scarface, but contrary to his appearance, Scarface didn't seem very irritable, he just smiled coldly, and then directly stuffed the rag in his hand into the prisoner's mouth again.

"You are very stubborn, I admire people like you, but people like you I have seen have become dead. ”

He seemed to know that he had failed in this negotiation, so he did not hesitate anything, greeted the sailor not far away, left a word, and then turned to leave.

"Take a few breaths of air, we're almost there, and your time is running out. ”

As if to reflect his words, in the distance, a faint city appeared at the end of the sight of the ship's people as the ship sailed

The pirate ship rode the wind and waves, and under the sun, it moved forward without hindrance, and gradually, the port was faintly visible.

"The bay is almost here. ”

Someone muttered softly.