Assassin’s Adventure

At the Havana Tavern at this time, Harry was drinking suffocating wine alone, and then slammed the empty wine bottle on the ground.

The flushed face showed that he was already drunk: "Gordon, you actually played with me again, you agreed to take me with you, and you ran away again."

This morning, the governor of Havana was assassinated, and a lot of people in the guards died. Harry had asked for a day off to drink with Gordon, so he happened to be off duty.

He wanted to leave the guards rather smoothly, because Havana was about to be reshuffled, and the Admiral agreed to some unreasonable conditions in order to get the support of Harry's parents.

And Harry spent almost a day convincing his father, because he had already left the job, and there was nothing he could do if he disagreed.

In the end, he arrived at the port as Gordon said, looking for an English sailboat called the Jackdaw, and the result turned out to be...

Harry, who didn't believe in evil, even went to Gordon's house, and got the news that Gordon went out in the morning and never saw him again.

Harry, who was once again played by Gordon, can only come to the bar alone. He has already put down his words. Is he crying and going back to ask for reinstatement now? No kidding, he'd rather go begging.

"Gordon, wait for me. I believe in you so much. When I find you, I will definitely beat you up."

While drinking, he staggered towards the place where his home was, took two steps and took a sip, no matter whether it was spilled all over his body.

And at this time, Gordon, who was lying in bed and couldn't sleep, simply forgot about Harry and thought about his next plan.

He clearly just wanted to run a business and make money, maybe he could dig another treasure, buy a house after getting rich overnight, maybe open a business association again, and live a normal and prosperous life.

Who would want to go to the sea if they could not sail, there is a shortage of water resources, there is no chance to take a bath at all, and they cannot eat well, but they are used to sleeping.

However, with the emergence of the Pirates of the Caribbean world and the overlapping of the Assassin's Creed world, he has been constantly involved in various major events, like a trumpet who has not had time to level up and is about to fight a national war.

He quickly shook his head and put aside this terrifying thought: "I can't go on like this. I'll calm down first. I'll run the route between Northern Europe and the Mediterranean Sea, and it seems that it's not bad to re-sell Athens art."

He still remembers that Coolidge had investigated this aspect at the beginning, but there was not enough money, so he could only re-sell food and glass products.

"By the way, my shipwreck map." In the waters northeast of Havana, that is, on the route to Nassau, the Elizabeth, a ship full of jewels, sank.

Gordon took out a picture of the sunken ship from his arms. There was a long knife edge on it. Fortunately, it was parchment paper. Although it was blurred a lot after being soaked in seawater and blood, it was still roughly distinguishable from memory.

There are seven obvious islands and reefs, and the surrounding area is the area that eventually sank. Although I don't know what the reason is, since someone is willing to spend 20,000 gold coins, it is definitely not groundless.

Although the dream of treasure hunting in Havana was shattered, there is still this. Continuing with the dream of getting rich overnight, Gordon ignored the pain on his body and fell asleep again.

The next morning, when Gordon woke up, he felt a lot more relaxed. The two points of armor offset a lot of damage. Although he looked like he was about to die yesterday, it was because of the many wounds and the bleeding. He was weak, and the biggest wound was less than a centimeter in the muscle. The only thing that penetrated the muscle was the bullet in the leg.

He's not a god. He really took five stabs. It's fine if he doesn't just lie down and wait to die. Can he continue to run?

When Allen brought the food in, Gordon was already able to prop himself up from the bed.

"Captain, this is a special recovery meal for you. Mr. Smith slaughtered a pig and made fresh broth for you."

The fresh ingredients on the ship are generally not allowed to stay overnight. The final result of this pig is that everyone eats it. Gordon can clearly see that the lard on the corner of Alan's mouth has not been wiped.

Gordon took the bowl of broth, which was still mixed with oatmeal, and the spice should have been used a lot.

He hasn't eaten for a day, and now he can eat even a terrible piece of brown bread, not to mention broth.

He ate it in big gulps, ate it up quickly, and then looked at the other things in the tray.

Buttered white bread, pickles, and a small bowl of boiled beans with meat.

"Pickle?"

"Captain, Mr. Smith tried the vegetables you put in the jar today, and found that they were really edible, so he made a meal for everyone."

Gordon took the pickle and tasted it, because it had only been soaked for about ten days. It was refreshing and delicious, not too salty, with a little sweetness and an appetizing spicy taste.

"That's right, it really is my craft, we can run the eastern route."

After eating breakfast, Gordon could feel his body re-energized. With Allen's help, he limped out of the captain's room~www.readwn.com~ Breathing the fresh air outside, he felt really not bad.

"The deck needs to be wiped three times a day, otherwise it will be easy to rot and slippery, don't let any corners go!"

"Yes, sir!"

A row of hands knelt on the ground, pouting their buttocks to wipe the deck, working very hard.

Every morning, all sailors had to clean the cabins, wipe down the decks, check the ropes and maintain swords, firearms, and take turns having breakfast. Only at noon, when the sun was too hot, were allowed to hide in the cabins and rest in the cabins, supervised by Mickey as the bosun. all of these.

At this time, Coolidge was at the helm, looking into the distance, a little worried, and he didn't even notice Gordon's coming out.

"What do you think?"

Allen helped Gordon up the boat building.

"Gordon, it looks like you're recovering well." Coolidge raised a smile.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Gordon sat directly on the deck leaning against the side of the ship, looking at the sea in the distance and the blue sky and white clouds.

"Actually, I envy you very much. Your life is much more exciting than mine. If I were ten years younger, no, even if it was five years old, I would continue to sail with you. Unknown and mysterious are what men want most. isn't it?"

Coolidge has some feelings. After Gordon appeared, the day became more and more shocking, and it was about to catch up with his more than 20 years of sailing career.

And Gordon just slapped himself on the face and wiped it down: "Forget it, man, I don't want to be stimulated every day, and my heart can't stand it. Don't talk about this, I have a big baby you want to see see?"

Coolidge looked at the position of Gordon's enigmatic bulge and shook his head: "Captain, you should show it to others, we are so different in age, it won't be suitable."