The pirates moved quickly, piling oak barrels full of rum on the sand before the Black Fantasy approached, and the black mate lit the torch and pursed his lips.

"First Mate, you have to think clearly, it's not only the captain who can see the smoke, but also the headhunters and natives on the island, and even, other pirates in this area, if the smoke attracts all the nearby pirate ships......

The one-eyed pirate didn't continue, he knew that the first mate should have understood what he meant, their captain was looking for treasure on the island at this time, and if the smoke attracted nearby pirate ships to the island, then it must be their captain who would get the treasure in the end.

And if that happens, the angry pirate captain might throw the first mate into the sea to feed the sharks.

The black mate's face was a little gloomy, he looked at the black fantasy that was approaching quickly, gritted his teeth, and threw the torch on the oak barrel, the pirates had already cut the barrel before that, the moment the torch touched the rum, a huge flame roared several meters high, and then the flame gradually subsided, and the thick black smoke diffused into the air, slowly rising, and could be seen from afar.

The first mate sighed, he had to light the flame, if it wasn't lit, they wouldn't be able to stop the three-masted pirate ship, maybe the Scarlet Spirit would be taken away, and in that case, the captain wouldn't let them go.

And lighting a fire, although it may attract more pirates, will at least alert their captains,

"First Mate, what now?"

"Now?"

The black first mate took a deep breath, looked at the dozen pirates, and said in a deep voice.

"Show me a scimitar and a musket! Go back to the ship and load the cannonballs into the cannons! If that damn pirate dares to come closer, fight them!"

Perhaps knowing that death awaited them, the ferocity of the pirates exploded at this moment, and they roared a few times and returned to the ship with neat hands and feet.

No one thought of escaping, because they knew that they couldn't survive on this dangerous and mysterious headhunter island on their own, so the best thing to do was to stay here and find a way to deal with the guys on that pirate ship for a while, maybe until their captain came back.

......

"Captain, they lit the rum cask!

Horsen on the lookout shook his binoculars and shouted at Andy.

"Sure enough, as I thought, there aren't many pirates on that ship right now. ”

Andy smiled, he thought for a moment, and walked over to Charles, who was talking to Jill about something, the one-eyed pirate who had been obsessed with it since the last time he tried the power of the bow gun.

"Charles, there shouldn't be many crew members left on that pirate ship, so I'm not going to bombard them with artillery first, just take the side and find a way to control all those pirates, I want to figure out what they are doing here in the shortest possible time. ”

Charles nodded, and he chose a few skilled pirates and whispered a few words to them.

"Captain, I'm going too!"

Rye ran to Andy's side and said in a muffled voice that he had just volunteered to find Charles, but Charles refused, for the simple reason that Andy wanted them to control the pirates instead of killing them.

If Rye had followed, he would have gone berserk and killed them all.

"Stay on the ship obediently, it's not time for you to do it, but I think I'll have a chance today. ”

Andy comforted Reye, this impulsive cannibal nodded helplessly, he had already pledged allegiance to Andy, in his eyes, only their chief could be compared to Andy, and now that the chief was dead, so Andy's words, he would not disobey.

The Black Fantasy soon came to the vicinity of the island, dozens of meters away from the Scarlet Spirit, and the excited pirates could already see the enemy's appearance, and when they found that there were only a dozen people on the deck of the pirate ship, the pirates of the Black Fantasy became even more excited.

"Fire!"

The black first mate looked at the dozens of pirates on the deck of the Black Fantasy, he took a deep breath, although he was a little puzzled why the other party didn't fire on them, but the other party was obviously in their range, in this case, it was too late to make him think so much.

Because a cannon requires two or three people to fire together, even if the ammunition is loaded in advance, there are less than ten guns that fire shells, except for a few crooked shells, and in the end, only two or three actually attack the Black Fantasy.

And these two or three shells did not even penetrate the hull of the Black Fantasy.

The pirates aboard the Black Fantasy let out a mocking laugh as the ship quickly approached the Crimson Spirit, and some of the pirates on deck were not idle, starting to attack each other with muskets so that they could no longer reload.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Fierce gunfire rang out from the Black Fantasy, and the crew of Scarlet Spirits didn't even dare to show their heads because of the overwhelming numbers, allowing lead bullets to whizz over their heads and hit the deck or masts.

Charles and the others had already grabbed the cable, and when the distance between the two ships reached about ten meters, they led several pirates to swing over dexterously, looking like apes in the forest.

"Damn! They're coming!"

"Quick! Knock them down with muskets!"

"Are you kidding me? Why don't you fight?"

One of the pirates cursed, and as soon as he showed his head, a buckshot struck the barrel where he was hiding, and the rum gurgled out, making a sizzling sound when it touched the hot buckshot.

"Damn, aren't they afraid of hitting their own people?"

The pirates were arguing, and several figures had fallen from mid-air.

Charles rolled down the Scarlet Spirit, then squeezed to his feet, grinned at one of the pirates next to him, and punched him in the stomach.

"Uh......"

The pirate who was attacked by Charles instantly fell crooked on the deck, shrunk like a boiled prawn, he clenched his teeth, his face flushed, and green veins protruding from the sides of his forehead.

Charles glanced at his fist in confusion, then at the pirate's pained look, and finally shrugged his shoulders and spat at the pirate, kicking the guy in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

Ask for tickets...... Brother Brother Brother ...... Ask for tickets............