Storms raged over the seas, and huge fleets rose and fell in the midst of stormy seas.

It was a formidable fleet, and over a decade of accumulation, the fleet had eliminated the original merchant ships and replaced them with warships armed to the teeth - mostly from the defeated English navy, and a small part from the powerful pirates.

And the name of the flagship is the Intrepid Revenge, the name that the King of the Caribbean personally took after recapturing the battleship.

At this time, on the deck of the Dreadnought Revenge, dozens of sailors were pulling ropes and manipulating the sails in the midst of the torrential rain, unconcerned about the deadly danger posed by the storm, and even in the mood to gossip.

"When we've defeated the newly arrived navy in England, we can go ashore and rest for a while, right?"

A strong-looking black man expertly knotted the cable as he asked the man next to him.

"Newcomers are always in such a hurry." The man was holding a pipe in his mouth, and in such a rainstorm, the pipe naturally did not ignite, which seemed to be his habit: "I remember that you acquired the curse for the first time, and you never recovered?" ”

"I joined a year ago." The black man showed a painful look: "I thought that not dying would be a happy thing, but I didn't expect that it would be so painful for me every day. No, every minute and every second I want to lift this damn curse, have a good meal, and sleep with three or five women. ”

"It's only been a year." The man showed a hint of disdain: "And bear with it, you are lucky, every time the curse is lifted, it is a major event for the fleet, and the longest time, we have endured it for more than three years." ”

The black man nodded respectfully, and couldn't help but ask, "Chief, I heard that you were the first batch-"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." The man glanced at him, but replied, "I am." ”

"That's amazing." The black man opened his mouth: "I've heard that there are too many people who, after lifting the curse, would rather die than become immortal again." ”

"So they died." The man scoffed, "Everyone wants to join the Legion of the Undead, we are the richest people on the sea, and Lord Norrington has even prepared an island with mountains of wine and food, and countless beauties from all over the world." ”

"As long as we get to that island, each of us will be able to enjoy heavenly pleasures, and believe me, even the royal family of England would envy that kind of life."

"The only purpose of that island is to have a wild revelry on it when we lift the curse."

"And the trade-off is that when we're over and we need to be undead again, you'll have to choose."

He narrowed his eyes and tapped the black man in the face with his pipe: "Be dead or be undead." ”

"It's a confusing choice." The look on the black man's face was expectant and fearful, "But. I've heard this phrase many times, and it seems like the old members of the Legion of the Undead like to say it. Is it a quote from Lord Norrington? ”

"Norrington?" The man had a strange look on his face, as if he was recalling some frightening memory, but he quickly hid it and said, "Don't be so curious, newcomer. ”

"Stories from a long time ago have always been taboo - if Lord Norrington discovers your curiosity, trust me, you'll know what fear is."

The black man obviously didn't give up because of the man's few warnings, he glanced to the side a few times, lowered his voice, and said, "Chief, is it related to the Oriental man that Lord Norrington has been wanting?" ”

The man's face changed drastically, and he stared at the black man and said, "Where did you hear the news?" ”

"When I was cleaning the deck today, I happened to pass by the captain's quarters—" The black man swallowed, "I heard something. ”

"Lord Norrington was talking to the witches, and seemed to be very angry, and seemed to be planning to go straight back and abandon those English navy, I heard, they mentioned the Oriental, saying that he was in Port Royal."

Smack.

The pipe in the man's hand fell on the deck, dangling, washed away by the storm and rain and falling into the sea, but he didn't care at all about this beloved thing that had been used for more than ten years, his eyes widened and his body stiffened.

"Are you sure" his voice was dry, even a little stammering, "Are you sure you heard me right?" ”

The black man was horrified to find that his leader's tone revealed an unconcealable fear.

"If Lord Norrington hadn't looked for more Orientals." The black man said with some hesitation: "I can hear it very clearly, Lord Norrington has been shouting that he must take revenge, and he is going to die this time." ”

"There's only one person who can make Lord Norrington feel that way." The man closed his eyes and squeezed a few words out of his throat:

"Mr. Tang."

"Did he reappear? I thought. I'll never see him again in my life. ”

"Mr. Tang?" The black man said in a puzzled tone: "What did he do to provoke the great king of the Caribbean?" ”

The man did not answer, and the black man said to himself, "However, whatever he does, he must be dead, and on this sea, no one who Lord Norrington wants to kill will escape." ”

Syllable!

The man slapped the black man in the face, and the black man was stunned, and he looked at his head with wide eyes, only to find that the other man's face was more hideous than ever.

"Shut up, you fledgling scum knows a piece of shit!"

His voice trembled, and he grabbed the black man by the collar, "Mr. Tang is different. ”

"Boss?" The slap didn't hurt, it wasn't anything at all for the undead, and the blacks were just getting more and more confused.

"You don't understand at all." The man let go of the black man in a dejected manner, closed his eyes, and his murmuring voice was almost muffled by the sound of the rainstorm: "You haven't seen that man with your own eyes, how can you understand." ”

"How can you possibly know what he used to do in Tetuga, how can you possibly know, what he did to us."

"Lord Norrington's means of punishing us were never his own ideas, and you can't imagine the fear and powerlessness we felt when we faced that man."

"When you look him in the eye, you will find that you have nothing to hide, and you will never escape his control."

With that, he opened his eyes and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Someone like you might not even dare to look at him."

"Is that an exaggeration?" The black man asked questioningly, "He's strong?" He's also immortal? ”

"Mr. Tang is just an ordinary person."

The man turned his head and looked at the stormy waves in the rainstorm: "So, you won't understand." ”

He muttered, "Be dead or immortal." ”

(End of chapter)