The sky was dark, the clouds were rolling, and the waves were undulating on the deep blue sea, and the "Black Pearl" was like a rocking crib in the boulder-made dock mooring area.

This is the sea, whether it is anchored in a port or sailing in the deep sea, no matter how powerful it is, it seems small enough in front of it.

Black Forest archipelago, pioneering city, Gresem!

The Black Forest archipelago, also known as the Black Thorn Islands, is mainly due to the fact that these islands are covered by dense black thorn forests, of which Gresham is the largest independent island in the Black Forest island group, accounting for a staggering 80% of the land area.

At the dawn of the Age of Discovery, the first colonists of the Kingdom of Ghent were the first to set foot in this area, and after a year-long "cleansing", they finally achieved a phased victory, and named the largest island "Gresem", which means pioneering city in Ghent, to commemorate the pioneering spirit of the brave and adventurous warriors of the kingdom.

Jack S. D. Sparrow silently weaved through the crowd of people on the docks, including patrolling Ghent naval soldiers and foreign tourists, as well as many strange-looking people.

They have dull bronzes, sharpened ears, two tiger teeth, and an overall appearance similar to that of the elves, but most of them are ugly, and they are all natives of the Black Forest Islands, or foreigners who live here.

The archbishop is right that as long as you stay on the Black Forest archipelago for more than three years, the skin from the skin to the ears to the teeth will be contaminated by unknown forces, and thus irreversible changes will occur.

But then again, despite the irreversible pollution, it can't stop the bustle of the port city of Gresham, and compared to the pollution and troubles of other colonial islands, the mere change in appearance should be considered the slightest.

Speeding through the boulder-lined docks, Jack stopped in front of the massive arched stone door at the entrance, pulled out the Poseidon Church's expatriate insignia, and handed it to the navy guard in a blue and white striped shirt standing nearby.

The naval guard took the badge, only glanced at it with his eyes, and immediately straightened up, stood like a benchmark, and saluted Jack and said:

"Sir, what do you command?"

"Which bishop of the church is presiding at Mass today?" Jack retrieved the badge from the guard's hand and placed it in the inner pocket of the Poseidon robe.

"Back to the sir, it's Bishop Just."

"yes, I see."

With that, Jack pressed his hand on the black tricorne hat on his head, and he turned around and walked out of the docks and surged out into the street.

Seagull Street!

One of the largest main streets in Gresham, which runs in both directions, is dominated by casinos and red light districts that are banned in the Kingdom of Ghent.

This is a phenomenon peculiar to the colonies of the sea, as long as they are above the sea, any explicit prohibition laws will become a blank slate, no one will abide by them, and the kingdom will only turn a blind eye to it.

As a result, similar maritime colonies were extraordinarily prosperous, with the trade of steam merchant ships alone carrying goods up to an astonishing hundreds of times a day, especially in island cities like Gresham, which were extremely polluted, and were the places where many wealthy travelers squandered their desires and splurged.

Of course, in the bustling neighborhood of Seagull Street, in addition to the plutocrats, travelers and patrolling navy soldiers, there are more of a bunch of thin beggars in ragged clothes, disabled or deformed.

Most of them were adventurers who hunted for treasure at sea, with their own legends, but they all ended up wandering back to the Black Forest archipelago or other colonial islands.

No one knew what they had been through, the only thing they could see was the beggars lying or lying on the side of the road all day, muttering words and phrases that only they understood.

This is both unfortunate and lucky.

Because in some ways, they are at least alive, and in most cases, adventurers who encounter unknown pollution or otherworldly species will end up missing with the steamship, and of course, if they are lucky, someone may find a thigh bone in the belly of the fish in a few months.

After walking for about ten minutes, Jack followed the prompts in his memory and found the nearest bar to Poseidon Church after passing through a row of circular buildings of varying heights at the intersection of a street.

"Golden Sycamore ......"

Jack glanced at the signboard and noticed that the bar's double-row doors were plastered with various bounty orders.

Among them, there are 30,000 pounds worth of "Plague Church" oracles: Gottfried Samper, and there are also nearly 1,000 pounds bounty orders for ordinary pirate leaders, from the high to the top layer after layer, in the blowing of the sea breeze, fluttering and forming a unique scenery.

"It's so expensive......" Jack stopped and looked at it for a long time.

Retracting his gaze, he put his hand on his tricorne hat, pushed open the double door and entered the bar, and found that it was unusually quiet inside, without the necessary noise such as bragging, fighting insects, and wrestling.

Well? What happened?

Jack looked up and saw the bartender's hand wiping the sackcloth of the beer glass hovering in mid-air, and two men in front of him were facing each other at the bar.

One of the two confronted was wearing a black tweed coat characteristic of the Kingdom of Ghent, and he held a revolver against the eyebrows of the man opposite, but he himself was held to the neck by a crescent machete from the other.

The owner of the scimitar is also wearing a thick coat, but the costume style is the type of notch lapels, compared to the stand-up collar trench coat of the Ghent Kingdom, this kind of notch lapel clothing is mostly from the Tuduo Kingdom, which is the mainstream popular style there.

He had strong muscles, a beard, eyes that seemed to be erupting with flames, and his mouth cursed:

"Shit Gent, this is what you call yourself a 'gentleman' and 'subtle'?"

"Hmph, our gentleman is subtle, never to you reckless, savage, Tu Duo people who only know how to sleep with women in their heads!"

The Ghent, with his pronounced Hutton-Marr accent, scolded him without showing weakness, and both sides showed off the swear words of "civilization and barbarism".

Jack watched for a few seconds, then walked around the edge to the bartender who was stunned in place, and said casually:

"A glass of dark malt beer."

"Well... Yes sir. The bartender came back to his senses and replied in a daze.

Brown malt beer, a unique alcoholic beverage of the Black Forest Islands, is brewed by fermenting the fruit of the thorn tree mixed with sea salt, berries and malt, and is one of the best-selling cheap beers in the region.

Of course, this thorn fruit is not edible directly, nor can it follow the cargo ship out of the Black Forest Islands, once it is free from these two restrictions, the inside of the thorn fruit will immediately be filled with wriggling maggots, and it is poisonous, which is one of the pollutions.

Jack took the bartender's black malt beer, looked up and grunted, took a big sip, and after a satisfied burp, asked casually:

"What's wrong with the two of them? Why did you quarrel? ”

"I heard that I fell in love with a local indigenous street girl in the red light district at the same time, so the quarrel can be ended according to the past, which is the two sides scolding each other, which is a normal thing in Gresham."

"Now, the two of them happen to be a Ghent and a Tuduo, sir, maybe you don't know very well, there was a fierce conflict between the Ghent Kingdom and the Tuduo Kingdom over the colonial rule of the 'New Bourbon Islands', and now it seems that these two may have a duel."

After listening to the bartender's story, Jack nodded slightly, there is a record in the canons of the church that when the Age of Discovery, the colonial exploration teams of the kingdoms of Ghent and Tuduo discovered the Bourbon Islands at the edge of the Chaos Sea at the same time.

Originally, the two countries were going to divide the island's mineral and slave resources among each other, but on the night of the signing of the treaty, the colonial power of the Bourbon Islands unexpectedly fell to the Kingdom of Ghent.

It was also the signing of the Treaty of Bourbon that established the hegemony of the Kingdom of Ghent on the northern continent of Fedras, and at the same time planted the seeds of enmity between the two countries.

"You sound like a Ghent, don't you want to help your fellow countrymen?"

The young bartender looked to the side:

"That Tuduo seems to have companions, the group landed with merchant ships from the Baltic Sea a few days ago, and now there have been several killings in Gresem, and the finger seems to be pointed at them."

"Although murder, adultery, duels, and thefts often occur in the island colonies, and the official forces are only indifferent, they ......"

"Where are you from?"

Jack didn't wait for the bartender to finish, he turned to the subject and asked abruptly.

"I'm of mixed race, my father is from Florence and my mother is from Ghent."

"Is it because of half of my countrymen? Maybe I'll help if it's because of something else, but because of a street girl, there's no need. ”

Jack took the last sip of his dark malt beer, his fingers tapping on the bar.

"4pence."

The bartender took the cup, immediately put on a professional smirk, and said enthusiastically as he wiped it.

Just as Jack finished paying for his drink and was about to leave the bar for Poseidon Church, there was a rush of footsteps at the door of the double row of doors.

Four or five large men rushed in, some with crescent mears in their hands and some with steam revolvers, and quickly glanced at the crowd, and then quickly formed a circle around the Ghent who had confronted him.

One of the big shirtless men snorted coldly, then turned his head and shouted at the crowd watching the excitement in the bar:

"If you don't want to die, retract your head for me."

The big man's voice was extremely loud, and the fat on his body trembled, and the sharp-eyed man glanced at it, and when he saw the blood-red skull coffin tattoo on the big man's chest, he immediately withdrew his gaze and closed his mouth.

"Oops... It's the one who carries the coffin church......"

"Back Coffin Church, that tattoo is definitely a sign of the Back Coffin Church......"

"Damn, how did you meet this bunch of crazy people......"

Whispers erupted in the bar in an instant, and the Ghent man who was surrounded also clearly saw the tattoo symbol on the big man's chest, and his body subconsciously collapsed to the ground like mud.