"Quick! Stab him in the back! ”

"What to run! A real man has to be just frontal! ”

"Push harder! Push harder! ”

On the deck of the Dreadnought, the soldiers formed a circle and watched as two muscular soldiers fenced.

It has to be said that many of these naval soldiers are excellent in swordsmanship, after all, they are all going to fight to the death with pirates, and in this era, a flintlock pistol is not enough.

With a tricky angle, one of the soldiers finally put the blade of his sword on the other's neck, and the two of them gasped and stopped.

"It seems that our victor was born." Townsend stood at the helm and applauded happily: "Congratulations, Sergeant Wallace, you have won the final victory." ”

Wallace put away his sword, wiped the sweat from his face, and bowed to Townsend with his head tilted.

"As is customary, you were rewarded with thirty gold coins."

"Then, today's game session is over, don't be discouraged by the gentlemen who regret to be eliminated, you still have a chance tomorrow."

"Now, go back to your posts."

......

At this point, it had been almost a month since the voyage from Port Royal.

Life on the sea is far less exciting than in the legends, and more time than the endless sea, the occasional ship can be seen, and the huge fleet is far away.

On such a boring day, the only thing that can lift the spirits of the crew is Mr. Tang's game.

Each ship will have a chance to participate in the game once a day, and although most of the ships are not hosted by Mr. Tang himself, the game was designed by Mr. Tang, and the soldiers under his command carried out Mr. Tang's request well, at least fairly.

Lucky ones are constantly being born, but for the thousands of crew members of more than thirty ships, it is only a small number of people who can win the reward, and the rest can only look at the gold coins, and the envy and desire in their hearts grow day by day.

It's just that I don't know why, the game designed by Mr. Tang during this period is completely different from when he was in Port Royal, when he was in Port Royal, Mr. Tang paid more attention to luck and choice, even if it was an old man who was dying, or a teenager who didn't rhyme with the world, or even a deep resentful woman, he had a chance to win rewards.

When it comes to the sea, Mr. Tang's game is more about physical strength, swordsmanship, archery and even water, and those senior sailors who have been fighting with the sea are naturally overjoyed, but those merchants who go on the ship to try their luck, and those fine dogs who hardly exercise much, are miserable.

Of course, no one cared about the wailing of the dogs, and the winners were overjoyed with heavy gold coins, although there was no place to spend money on the sea, but who would mind if their wealth was a little more?

What's more, Mr. Tang promised that all the winners on the ship would have the opportunity to participate in Mr. Tang's final game, and once they could be selected in that game, they would be able to obtain a wealth that ordinary people would never spend in their lifetime.

"Captain Sparrow, are you still used to life on the Dreadnought?"

In the gloomy cabin, Jack was locked up in a cell with an iron gate, because the dreadnought's cell was strong enough that Jack no longer had to be shackled like he had in a merchant ship, and even had all the daily utensils, except for the lack of freedom, his life was better than that of an ordinary sailor.

"I never thought I would be able to stay on a warship for so long." Jack lay lazily on the bed, still carrying a bottle of rum in his hand, looking drunk: "There is endless rum every day, and if it weren't for these iron bars, I think I could stay here for the rest of my life." ”

"Don't you spend most of your day outside?" Townsend laughed.

"Being held at gunpoint by four or five soldiers and shackled is not a release, Don."

He said helplessly: "You are simply the most cautious person I have ever met. ”

"Prudence is always a virtue, Captain Sparrow." Townsend leaned closer and said, "It's been a month since you were my helmsman, and I haven't seen the shadow of the Isle of Death yet, and I hope Mr. Sparrow doesn't take me around the sea." ”

"I want to see the Black Pearl more than you do, Don." Jack said helplessly, "Although I don't think you will fulfill your promise so easily and hand over the Black Pearl to me." ”

"Integrity is also a virtue, don't worry, I won't break my word." Tang Sen's tone softened: "The premise is that you have to give me an accurate time, according to the speed of the fleet, we are almost a third of the distance across the Caribbean." ”

"It's coming." Sparrow took a sip of his wine, "I have a hunch that the Isle of the Dead is nearby, but I have to warn you that getting into it isn't that easy. ”

"The Isle of the Dead is shrouded in storms all year round, and the Dreadnought and Interceptor may be able to withstand those storms, but your merchant ships are clearly not strong enough."

"The storm will tear them apart and sink them forever with the crew on board."

Townsend frowned, recalling the picture from the original movie, the route into the Isle of Death was indeed choppy.

This month, the fleet has not encountered storms on the sea, although it is not too terrifying, under the control of experienced sailors, every time there is no danger, but Townsend has seen the moodiness of the sea, naturally he will not underestimate it.

"I don't think I need to bring that many people." He said slowly, "The Dreadnought is enough. ”

"The Dreadnought may not be enough to face the Black Pearl." Sparrow propped his upper body on his elbows and squinted at Townsen, "Although she has enough firepower, the Black Pearl is the best ship on the sea, and there are those undead betrayers on board. ”

"The Black Pearl is only the fastest ship, but far from the best, Captain Sparrow." Townsend reminded: "At least, he can't compare to the Flying Dutchman." ”

At the mention of the name, Sparrow's face showed an awkward look of unease.

"Are you more afraid of death, or are you more afraid of losing your freedom? Captain Sparrow? Looking at his expression, Townsend frightened maliciously.

"I don't choose either!" Sparrow avoided his gaze.

"I hope you can say the same to David Jones." Tang Sen finally answered the previous question: "Don't worry about the undead on the Black Pearl, I have been preparing for so long just for this moment." ”

"Mr. Tang!" An anxious call interrupted Townsen's words, and a soldier ran briskly down the stairs on deck: "There is a strong storm ahead, are we going to change course?" ”

Townsend was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Jack Sparrow.

"Looks like you're right, it's nearby."

A smile appeared on Townsend's face, "It's time to let the wind out, Captain Sparrow." ”