Outlander's Journey

Chapter 102-Captain Heather

Caribbean Sea, Havana.

The heavy rain, coupled with the slippery muddy ground that is inconvenient for walking, has made the streets of this prosperous port city almost invisible to pedestrians.

The dilapidated wooden door door of the tavern was blown by the wind and rain with pattering old noises. Accompanied by the slight rubbing sound of matches, oil lamps with dim yellow lights were lit.

This tavern called ‘Bells and Rum’ is located near the Santa Maria Bay, next to the famous Morro Castle. It is the most famous place for drunkenness in Havana and the gathering place for all Eight Trigrams.

“A glass of rum without water.”

A few coins were thrown on the solid wood bar counter, making a sound of ‘clang clang’, and then they were held down by the bar owner’s sturdy hand.

The sturdy, bald barkeeper glanced at a customer who was soaked in rain, and said dullly, “Sit down. This hell weather…Would you like to have some hot meals? Here we are. The mutton soup is the best in Havana.”

The guest took off his hood, revealing a pleats old face that had suffered from vicissitudes of life, and he subconsciously licked his lips: “…the kind with chili peppers in it?”

“Sufficient Cubanelle, and chopped fresh onions.”

The boss smiled with big yellow teeth: “How about a piece of bread, how about it?”

“Bring me a copy.” The old sailor rubbed his pocket for a long time, and finally took out a few more coins and put them on the bar: “Put more onions.”

When the boss yelled at the back kitchen, he returned with a glass of rum in his hand and handed it to the old sailor: “Drink, man, warm up. Look at you, did you just get off the boat?”

The old sailor poured half a glass of rum in one breath, and there was not much rum dangling in the glass: “Yes, there was a strong wind on the sea. Fortunately, the ship arrived at the port in time, otherwise…”

The boss shrugged his shoulders while wiping the poorly-washed wine glasses loosely: “The sea is like this. The last second was still sunny, and the next second would set off huge waves, faster than those Gypsy warriors lift their skirts. It’s fast.”

At this time, another person with a cold and watery figure sat down at the bar and said hello to the boss: “Hi Gomez, this fucking weather… Here is a glass of rum. .”

“Guess what, Nieto? I happen to have five IOUs here. Is it all your name?”

The boss said angrily: “Either pay the money or get out of here!”

“Don’t be like Gomez, my good brother!” The man called Nieto was a thin, middle-aged man, his face turned blue by the cold rain, but he still didn’t lose out: “You forget Is it time for the two of us to wander the Caribbean together? If I didn’t save your life in the storm…”

“You know? You have the same name as yours, are you really his grandson!” (Note 1)

The tavern owner Gomez put the uncleaned glass back on the bar in front of Nieto and poured half a glass of wine: “Shut up and drink if you want, don’t talk about the useless ones.”

Nieto offered a slanted Marine salute, then took a sip from his glass. The liquor passed through his mouth, and he frowned suspiciously: “What does it taste like? Although it tastes good…”

“[Heather].”

Gomez took another dirty cup and began to wipe it, without looking up, and said, “The recipe passed down from Aden comes from the great invention of Captain Heather.”

“Captain Heather? I’ve heard this name.”

The old sailor who was looking at the glass in his hand in a daze suddenly raised his head: “He is the owner of the Black Pearl, the King of Theft!”

Gomez came interested. The tavern emphasized information exchange. The more popular information the Master has, the more he can take advantage of those who are eager to get the latest information. The sturdy tavern owner lay down in front of the bar and lowered his voice: “Tell us about this’Captain Heather’.”

The old sailor pushed the empty cup in his hand forward, and then said to himself: “I haven’t eaten for two days, I’m so hungry.”

Gomez immediately turned his head and shouted in the direction of the chef, “Why is the mutton soup not ready yet!? Bring the large portion of mutton soup with more chopped onions and small Cuban peppers! There are also two pieces of bread!”

Within a few minutes, a large plate of steaming mutton soup with a strong aroma appeared on the bar in front of the old sailor.

A large piece of mutton is wrapped in a rich broth. The small Cuban pepper is chopped into small pieces. The slight spicy taste does not irritate the stomach too much. It blends with the cooked onion to form a wonderful balance and exudes an amazing aroma.

The old sailor ate several pieces of lamb with enjoyment and took another gulp of hot soup. He picked up the bread to tear off a large piece and dipped it in the soup and put it in his mouth, narrowing his eyes contentedly.

The tavern owner Gomez filled the old sailor’s glasses with insight: “That Captain Heather is really as…magic as the legend?”

“Fantastic? No, no, no, Captain Heather can’t use such words to describe it.”

The old sailor took a sip from his glass, and licked his mouth:

“You may have heard the story of him surrendering the terrifying Barbosa gang and seizing the Black Pearl, but you must have never heard of the story between him and the flying Dutchman!”

Not only Gomez, but even Nieto took the initiative to move to the seat closest to the old sailor: “Just tell me, Gomez will give this brother another glass of rum, and it will be credited to me!”

The old sailor cleared his throat and said in a low voice, holding a wine glass, “Legend, the well-known Jack Sparrow, the navigator of the Black Pearl, owed a huge debt to the king of the deep sea, David Jones, but he wisely took refuge in the sea. Captain Se, tried to use his reputation to offset debt disputes.”

“Do you not pay the debt? This nasty thing!” Gomez expressed his disdain and inadvertently glanced at the somewhat uncomfortable Nieto.

“The flying Dutchman and the Black Pearl, the two world-famous pirate ships, met on a stormy night.”

The old sailor is very good at setting off the atmosphere, and his voice becomes more and more low: “Have you heard the legend about the Black Pearl?”

“I’ve heard some…well, very strange rumors. I heard that all the sailors on the Black Pearl have immortality.” Gomez also lowered his voice, as if this way he wouldn’t be heard by those terrifying undead sailors. arrive.

“I can tell you that the rumors are true! Captain Heather led the undead sailors of the Black Pearl who will never die, and engaged in fierce exchanges of fire with the flying Dutchman. Artillery flew, the sea raised huge waves and Uzumaki, that day Even the moon was scared to hide at night.”

I don’t know where the old sailor got the Eight Trigrams news. The retelling of the scene is very close to the real situation:

“David Jones angrily called out the terrifying North Blue giant monster, the huge tentacles covering the sky and the sun wrapped around the Black Pearl, and he was about to tear the fastest pirate ship in the Caribbean to pieces!”

Gomez and Nieto held their breath subconsciously.

“Captain Heather, holding a sharp blade burning with golden flames, jumped into the sea alone to start a desperate fight with the North Blue giant monster. God testified that he single-handedly killed the giant beast, David Jones and his flying Dutchman. The number also had to lower her proud head and surrender to Captain Heather.”

The old sailor spoke with foaming mouth and took a sip from time to time, and soon the glass bottomed out.

Gomez quickly filled the old sailor with another glass: “Then what?”

“Captain Heather continued his great journey and met Captain Cheval, the Mediterranean pirate king, in Palermo!”

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Note 1: Nieto (Nieto) means’grandson’ in Spanish.