Assassin’s Adventure

"Jack Sparrow, you villain! What did I do wrong, I just want everyone to make more money, you are going to kill me!" Morton was a little hysterical, roaring loudly on the board, Staring intently at those who had been in line with him before.

"My today is your tomorrow!"

Jeretti and Pinter looked at him with some pity, what did they want to say to Jack? But when he turned his head, he saw the red gem that Jack was playing with, and turned back again.

"Mr. Morton..."

Morton saw that someone finally stopped being silent and started to speak, shouting even harder.

"We want to unite and overthrow the dictatorship of Jack Sparrow..."

But he was only halfway through when Pinter interrupted him: "Sir, we are pirates!"

Then he spread his hands innocently: "We only recognize money, Jack has money, so."

Morton was so choked that he couldn't utter a word, he was shaking all over, and finally a few words came out of his mouth: "I hate pirates!"

After speaking, he was kicked into the sea by Jack, and the water splashed everywhere.

"There are too many words!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The pirates laughed at Jack's behavior.

"Back to the post, sailors, the black pearl is ready to set sail!" Jack put the ruby ​​he was playing with back into his sleeve and boarded the ship's building.

The night has gradually deepened, and the originally lively beach is empty, leaving only the ashes of the fire, the bones and wine bottles all over the floor, and these things will soon be displayed in the next high tide.

The Jackdaw stopped by the coast and did not set sail. Today is a rare day off.

The next morning, Gordon rubbed his temples before barely getting up from the bed. He had forgotten how much wine he drank last night. Anyway, the final result was that all the contents in his stomach were spit into the sea. It's a pain in the head and an empty stomach.

He picked up a cup of coffee that had been sitting all day on the table and drank it, and finally got a lot better. He walked out of the captain's room staggeringly, only to find that the sky was a little gloomy.

At this time, only Mickey and a few sailors got out of the cabin of the ship, and no one else could even see a figure.

"Mickey, where's my sailor?"

"They're still asleep, Captain. I drank too much last night, and there aren't many people who are still awake."

Gordon himself nodded in a daze, and then walked all the way to the cabin, he was going to find something to eat.

But this scene was different in Mickey's eyes. Because of the snooze of the sailors, his captain couldn't hold it any longer, and he was going to go to the cabin to teach these sailors a lesson.

He quickly gave a wink to the two sailors who were following behind him, and then personally held Gordon back.

"Captain, walk slowly, I'll help you."

The other two sailors quickly ran down the stairs in front of the deck, and then began to pull them all from the hammock one by one.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, the captain starts to check the cabin, hey, wake up the others too."

The awakened sailor began to call other people, and someone fell directly from the hammock to the ground, and the scene was a little chaotic.

The chaotic voice below naturally reached Gordon's ears.

"What happened in the cabin?"

After speaking, he was ready to go down and have a look.

"Captain! You haven't told me how you knew that Jack Sparrow would be in Port Royal at that time. I'm more curious about this part."

Gordon was in a daze anyway, and when he heard Mickey say this, he suddenly became interested.

"Mitch, I'm going to tell you a big secret..."

Mickey's face twitched when he heard this. At the beginning, he was excited when he heard Gordon's big secret, and thought it was a form of trust, but later, he found out that Gordon was all big secrets. .

"Speak up, captain, don't worry, I will definitely convey it to others..."

"Okay, Mickey, as expected of my most capable bosun, I actually have another identity, and that is a prophet!"

"The Prophet!!!"

"Yes Mickey, but I know there will be a lot of big events next. The first one... It seems like it's going to rain this day."

"..."

Gordon can certainly be called a prophet, the main line of the entire Pirates of the Caribbean world, the main line of Assassin's Creed, he almost said it all in a daze, but suddenly stopped at the end, this kind of thing is really hard to say It's appalling, once these things happen, he doesn't want others to look at him like a monster.

At this time, the rain from afar has begun to cover here, and the Jackdaw must set sail earlier.

The movement in the cabin had stopped, and the two sailors returned to the deck again, giving Mickey a signal that everything was ok.

"Captain check the cabin!"

Mitch followed Gordon toward the cabin.

The sailors who were still in a daze are now standing in two rows, their chests are straight, everything looks so OK, even the dirty things are hidden in the corners.

This is what Gordon saw when he went in~www.readwn.com~ Yes, keep it up, Alan, how about you, Alan? "

Hearing Gordon's loud shout, a somewhat confused man fell off the hammock and raised a hand: "This is the captain."

"Alan, go and call the mate up and get ready to set sail. The storm is coming, we have to set sail quickly. We are stuck in this place, and we won't have enough supplies."

The hasty sailing from Havana did not bring a full warehouse of supplies, and this time the celebration was even more consumed. According to the forecast, it was enough to reach the port of Nassau, but the sudden change of weather may be delayed. this trip.

"Yes Captain!"

Allen quickly got up from the ground and ran towards the deck.

"All sailors take action, hurry up, you lazy bastards!" Mitch also ordered loudly to the sailors.

"Yes, sir."

The sailors gradually started to run, put on their coats, some put on their caps, and then hurriedly ran towards the deck. The collective action of nearly seventy individuals was indeed a bit chaotic.

After everyone was busy, Gordon took Mickey to the kitchen slowly and leisurely, looking at Smith, who was just busy, and the two chefs who started.

Gordon pulled out a long loaf of brown bread directly from the wooden barrel on the side, this kind of food that can be used directly as a weapon, and took a big bite.

The taste of sawdust and wheat husks is unforgettable for a lifetime, and without Smith's special broth, it's a daunting thing to do.

He put the bread back into the wooden bucket again, and then instructed Smith, who was beside him, "Carry the wooden buckets to the deck to collect some fresh water. I think we should not have enough fresh water."