Honegg was an old man, and it was already very late when he returned to the fortress after dealing with last night's matters. However, not long after he laid down, he opened his eyes again.
Perhaps it was because old people knew that they did not have much time left, so they cherished every single day that they had left.
Honegg put on his clothes, put on his triangular hat, and ate the hot breakfast that his men brought back from town. His mood gradually improved.
Especially when he climbed up the city wall as usual and looked down at the city of Nassau below him, a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.
Nassau didn't have a governor-general recognized by England. The closest person on the island was Honegg, who had taken on part of the governor-general's responsibilities. Honegg occupied the fortress and the cannons, controlling the island's coastal defense.
Of course, what he said to Black Prince Sam last night was just out of spite. In fact, he was quite satisfied with his current situation. A long time ago, he had been planning his retirement. Although he was still very famous back then, and he and Frazer were known as the two most powerful captains in Nassau, his fighting skills were no longer what they used to be. His years as a pirate had not only brought him wealth, but he had also suffered from various ailments, especially rheumatism, which had plagued his knees for a very long time.
So, eight years ago, Honegg decided to leave the sea. He brought his men to take over Nassau and lived a different life ever since.
He made an agreement with the parliament that he and his men would be responsible for the defense of Nassau and maintaining the daily order of the island. In return, the merchants on the island would pay him a maintenance fee on a regular basis.
The maintenance fee wasn't much, and it was almost negligible when compared to the ongoing trade on the island. However, there were many people who paid the maintenance fee, so it was still a considerable amount of income.
Even though it wasn't as much as when he was a pirate, it wasn't too far off. More importantly, he didn't have to take any risks, and he didn't have to go out to sea anymore. This way, his rheumatism wouldn't get worse.
However, Honegg also had his own troubles. He and his men were far away from the dangerous sea, and they could live a life of sitting and making money. However, this kind of life was also very taxing on their willpower. Due to the lack of battles and the long hours spent in the fortress, their bodies were starting to rust. Most importantly, they lacked fresh blood.
When they were pirates, although they would lose people in every battle, there would be new people to replace them. This was actually a survival of the fittest mechanism. Unqualified old people would be replaced by better newcomers.
Now that Honegg was on land, the people around him were all old faces from the ship. Even if these people became lazy, Honegg couldn't fire them because of their previous friendship. He would use the money to hire new people with stronger combat power. Even if he hired new people, Honegg wouldn't trust them like the old people.
Fortunately, due to his previous reputation, the others on the island hadn't noticed the deterioration of their strength. However, Honegg knew very well that the combat strength of his men was less than half of what it was when they first came ashore.
Since he could snatch the fortress from the hands of others, then others could also snatch the fortress from his weakened hands.
In times like this, he needed to show his tough side. That was why when the Skeleton bombarded Nassau's beach last night, Honegg was the first to arrive with his men. However, when he confronted the group of pirates, especially the young and strong Wilton, even though he hid it well, he still felt a little strained.
In the end, Wilton chose to take a step back and promised not to cause any more trouble in Nassau. After that, Honegg also said that he would not pursue the matter of Wilton's bombardment of Nassau.
As for the damage to Carina's interests, Honegg didn't care. Everyone knew that Carina's days on the island were about to come to an end.
Honegg thought that this was the perfect ending. He did not expect that Zhang Heng would attack Wilton's ship without hesitation in order to avenge Karina, further intensifying the conflict between the two of them.
At this point, the situation was slipping in the direction that Honegg didn't want to see the most, especially now that Black Sam was involved. If a large-scale conflict broke out between the two parties, and he couldn't control the situation, someone would soon notice that he had weakened. That was why he warned Zhang Heng.
Honegg knew that Wilton and his men were just passing by, and they wouldn't stay in Nassau for long. The best outcome would be for everyone to spend their time together in peace.
However, things didn't go the way he expected.
Honegg was sitting on his chair, which he took from a governor's study when he looted the coast. It had always been one of his favorite things. Whenever he sat on it, it would remind him of the glorious days when he ruled over the seven seas.
He was enjoying the rare tranquility and peace at the top of the wall when he discovered that another group of people had gathered on the beach last night. They were densely packed together, and it seemed that there were even more people than last night.
"What happened this time?" asked Honegg, frowning.
Behind him, a bald man with a bulging belly shrugged. The latter used to be the helmsman of his ship and was once one of the smartest people in this area. But now, he had completely become a drunkard. Not long after dawn, he got drunk again. He burped and said, "Who knows? Maybe a fishing boat is selling seafood."
"I've seen a fishing boat selling seafood, Domingo. I'm sure that's not a f * cking fishing boat. Send someone to find out what happened to that damn place. We're in a sensitive period now, and I don't want to see any more accidents."
"As you wish." Domingo staggered out of the room, and Honegg could not help but sigh as he looked at the fat man's back.
Half an hour later, the scout came running back in a panic. Before he entered the door, he shouted, "Wilton! Wilton!!!"
Honegg felt a headache whenever he heard that name. "What did that guy do this time?"
"No, Wilton is dead!" The scout who went to the beach brought back news that left Honegg in disbelief.
He couldn't imagine how Wilton, who had two pirate ships and more than two hundred men under his command, could be killed in just one night. After that, Honegg heard something even more unbelievable.
"Not only Wilton, but all his men were found dead on the ship this morning. Most of them had their throats slit. As for Wilton … his body was thrown on the beach, where he executed the sailor from the Gentle Breeze. His stomach was cut open as well."
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