The night was still dark, especially outside the port of Marseille, after there were no more fishing boats that dared to go out late at night.

It was then that the Black Baron silently extinguished the lights on the ship, and quietly approached the great ship in the distance, the legendary Satisfaction, laden with the looting treasure of the tyrant Henry Morgan.

Truth be told, it caught the eyes of the crew of the Black Baron like a firefly on the same summer night sea in the dark night sea.

Zhao Qian stood helplessly on the deck, and the first mate Leon had already begun to direct the sailors on the ship to move in English with a Spanish accent.

But he didn't have anything to do, and even if he wanted to ask the people who were busy going back and forth around him, he unconsciously lowered his voice with the crowd, although this seemed a bit of self-deception in the eyes of some people.

Stepping out of the cabin, I watched as one sailor after another began to wipe the black and shiny cannons, and the shells were stacked in an orderly manner one by one.

With infinite enthusiasm, everyone will complete this ticket, and they will spread it all over the seven seas along with the deeds of Captain Bartholomew. At that time, even if you go to work on other ships, you will definitely be treated like an ordinary sailor.

Energetic. But he didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

Zhao Qian really couldn't find anyone to speak, so he simply looked at his attributes in the ticket on his wrist, and walked towards the captain's room where Bartholomew was.

At the top of the ship, Leon was still dual-minded in commanding people and holding the helm with two hands. This man will only show his other side in front of the enemy and his subordinates.

"Name: Zhao Qian"

"Bloodline: Human."

"Strength: 15 points (10+5)."

"Dexterity: 10 (5+5)"

"Stamina: 25 (10+10+5)"

"Perception: 18 points (8+5+5 points)"

"Charm: 5 points"

"Wisdom: 5 points"

"Spirit: 5 points"

Equipment: White Fang, Shower, Demon Pattern (Tadpole), Human Skin Gloves, Nameless Statue, Giant Crossbow, Seven Evil Array Blueprints

"Hidden Talent: Counter Attack (Passive). Any physical Cold Weapon or Punch or Kick attack you perform may interrupt a spell cast and deal an additional 25 damage if it hits them. ”

"Special Passive: Beast Intuition: Your judgment of something begins to have an instinctive answer. You can unconsciously find a lot of casual things, especially dangers, you can choose to avoid or choose to deal with them. (Note: The passive will be removed when you lose gear.) ）”

"Basic Foot Lv2, Basic Endurance Lv1, Basic Melee Lv1, Combat Mastery Lv1. Special Skill Lv3. Protection (150/150). Foil Pro lv1. ”

"Milestone Title: Forbidden Demon Lv1: Wearing this title, all casters deal 5% less damage to your targeted spells and increase your status by an additional 5% damage to that unit. (Note: This status stacks for 10 minutes during a battle.) ）”

"Note: Titles can only be worn one and cannot be switched while fighting."

In this, it seems that the title of Forbidden Demon has never been used much, and it seems that there have always been very few spellcasters I have encountered, or none at all.

The boat was moving in, and it was fast.

The passive state of the Ship Hunter makes this ship much faster than the average ship, and it is one of the few clippers in this world, except for one ship that will appear in tens or hundreds of years.

And the owner of that clipper left an indelible mark on this world because of this beloved ship of his.

Black Pearl. Jack Sparrow.

"Keep it up, boys! After this ticket, we can have a good rest for a few years! ”

Leon's low growl could still be heard outside the hatch, a sound that sounded like the whimper of a large dog while guarding its food.

Zhao Qian stood in front of the wooden door of the captain's room and knocked on the door of the captain's room of the Black Baron.

"Please come in."

There was a faint tired voice from Bartholomew's voice inside the door, and it was obvious that this old fellow, who was still just a mortal, would certainly be tired, especially in the face of such a thrilling gamble.

From Zhao Qian's point of view, this premeditated attack on the Satisfaction was tantamount to a gamble.

And it's just a bet on whether Henry Morgan, the tiger, will make a momentary omission to make Bartholomew, a long-coveted wolf, get his wish.

"Buzz!"

The door was directly pushed open by Zhao Qian, unlike those sailors who usually walked in cautiously, he did not have the habit of being afraid of a normal person, only his strength had not exceeded his seriousness. As for IQ, in a sense, all high intelligence comes only from the amount of information a person receives.

Now he had more and more guesses about what the woman wanted, as long as the middle-aged Westerner sitting in the fur chair in front of him had an answer.

Bartholomew knocked on his old pipe, made of special wood, which was in fact one of his habits. This pipe looted from the mysterious waters of the East has a refreshing effect on smoking any tobacco.

Zhao Qian casually pulled a chair and sat down, as if he was the master here. But the captain across from him seemed to be used to it.

In a sense, Bartholomew indulged in the talented young people under him, because he was confident, and he was confident that the people under him would not be better than him. Jealousy and jealousy, that's what only a mediocre person can do.

Otherwise, he would not have achieved the title of a black baron-to-be in just three years, and within the Seven Seas, even those feared pirate kings would be in awe when they saw him.

A smoky room.

Zhao Qian casually swept the layout of this independent room.

A single bed large enough for a normal adult Western man to stretch out, a long mahogany table, a few chairs, and a coffee table.

But in reality, this is not the whole space of this room, and what occupies the captain's cabin is a museum shelf with all kinds of things and a large bookshelf with all kinds of books.

Yes, from paper bamboo carvings in the East to parchment scrolls in the West to metal books in Egypt, there are more handwritten notes of all kinds.

"Fu Suosi, is there something wrong?"

Bartholomew sat there, devoid of the so-called aristocratic demeanor he admired, only the power of a superior and a certain cunning that he could not change.

Looking at the wrinkles on the forehead of the person in front of him and the natural white curly hair, an inexplicable bookish aura loomed over this great pirate who had killed countless people, but it was also a little too contradictory.

Zhao Qian unconsciously complained, but he thought more in his heart.

Straight to the point, one sentence came out.

"Your purpose, if it's just Morgan's jewelry, is all over the seven seas."

Bartholomew looked at him, but did not respond positively.

He looked at his new three pairs with his black-eyed eyes, and he knew that this former French aristocrat was actually much smarter than he thought. That's why he recruited him.

Wales can't just need an arm like Leon who doesn't think much about the line, he also needs another left hand that sees more and does less.

Everyone thinks that the right hand is much more important than the left hand, but who knows that when you are in danger, it is always the left hand that protects you first.

He added a pinch of oriental tobacco to his pipe and lit it.

Bartholomew said that his words were much more subtle and meaningful than Zhao Qian's outspokenness.

"Young man, no will not die, as long as you are alive." ――

Divide-Cut-Line -

At a tavern called the Troubadour in the port of Marseille, Édouard Teague drank another glass of gold medal rum that he had ordered.

In fact, the rum here is not as good as the tavern outside, and it can even be said to be like the "dog urine" in the mouth of the drunken drunkard on the table.

Yes, after another sip, he dared to conclude that the bartender in this shop must have secretly mixed no less than five glasses of raw water in the wine, in a barrel of wine.

The increasingly bleak business in the tavern is enough to explain it all.

But this time is different, if it were before, this pirate who was full of cool brother strength would definitely change to a tavern instead of sitting here, and punish himself little by little like a torturer.

For drunkards who love to drink, this is, and especially the pirates' favorite, Gold Medal Rum.

Edward Teague stole a glance at the girl not far away who was bringing him a drink.

Well, he's got a crush on her.

That's it.

Now that he has taken a few sips, the man is even thinking about the name of his child in the future.

Also called Edward Teague, how's that? Sounds great, old Teague and little Teague. Just like myself and my father.

He took another sip of the strange smell of wine and took one last look at the girl he liked.

The tavern is closing.

Troubadour's Tavern.

A nice good name.

PS: A serious spoiler that you don't know about.

I've looked it up, Jack Sparrow, the father of that crazy guy is called Edward Teague. God knows why his last name is Sparrow.

His father's ship was named the Troubadour, and it was no less than the legendary three ships later in the timeline. However, due to the need to protect the code, he spent most of his time docked in the shipwreck harbor.

Also, the dog with the key in his mouth seems to be from their family, but he doesn't know Jack well. And Jack's dad is definitely proficient in black magic. In some ways, this doesn't have much to do with the plot here.

While the traveler changes the story world, there is always a way for the station to restore the story world. This is a crucial point.