Nine days had passed since the battle.
The navy's fleet suddenly appeared outside the port when the pirates were in the middle of a carnival. The pirates were caught off guard and suffered a great loss. At the time, the beach was in chaos. Under Black Prince Sam's call, Brook and a few others, who were not too drunk and could still move freely, launched a brave counterattack against the navy.
However, their actions were powerless to change the final outcome. Brook and Black Prince Sam were part of a separate group. They successfully boarded a pirate ship and used the cannons on the ship to attack the naval fleet on the opposite side. However, their attack only lasted for two rounds before the ship they were on was sunk.
Some of the people on the ship died at the bottom of the sea. Brook and the others swam back to the shore and retreated into the forest. Not long after, they encountered the second group of people who had retreated. At the same time, they also dragged the drunk people on the beach into the forest. Due to the lack of time and the constant gunfire, they only managed to bring back less than one-fifth of the people.
Including those who died in the battle, Brook looked around him. Of the six pirate ships that set sail with him, there were less than a hundred people left.
Moreover, after going through nine days of torment without clothes and food, these 100 people had also become extremely weak.
Because they retreated too hastily, they almost didn't bring anything when they retreated into the forest. Most of the food and water were left on the ship, and they sank to the bottom of the sea with the battle. Brook certainly knew what the navy was thinking. Maybe it wouldn't be long before the enemy began to land and force them to fight the final battle. But now that they had lost their ship and were trapped on the island, there was nothing they could do.
Although Parrot Island wasn't small, there was no fresh water on the island. For the past few days, they could only lick the dew on the rock walls like goats to quench their thirst, or suck on the moist soil. Their mouths tasted like dirt, and Brook's lips were cracked.
Fortunately, they managed to catch a goat last night. Not only did everyone get a piece of mutton, but they also got to drink its blood, which alleviated some of their hunger and thirst. However, a goat was only a drop in the bucket for a team of nearly a hundred people.
Besides, the number of goats on Parrot Island was limited. They had already hunted a considerable number of them for the party, and now, it was getting harder and harder to catch them. This goat was the only one they managed to catch in the past two days.
In addition to the scarcity of food and water, medicine, ammunition, and weapons were also a headache.
There were nearly a hundred of them, but they only had twenty long muskets and eight short muskets. They didn't even have a dagger or a machete for each person. Their remaining bullets had been used up during the hunt, and they didn't have any medicine. The wounded could only survive on their own after a simple bandage. It could be said that they were at the end of their rope.
Of course, the most serious was the blow to morale. At this point, no one could see the future. When they slept at night, they could hear the moans of the injured beside them. Many people who had been tense completely collapsed. Some people could not stand the atmosphere of despair and jumped into the sea. There were people who committed suicide almost every day.
Brook got up from the ground and handed the last piece of mutton to Erik, the helmsman of the Quidah. For the past eight days, Erik had barely eaten. He sat alone under a tree, his eyes hollow and lifeless, no different from a rock.
When Black Prince Sam collapsed in his arms, the pirate leader who terrorized the entire Caribbean Sea cried like a child. He even forgot that he was still in the middle of a battle. He hugged Black Prince Sam's body tightly until the Warrior sank and he fell into the water, unwilling to let go.
Fortunately, the Quidah's crew managed to drag him ashore when he was about to drown. The first thing Eric did when he woke up was to look for Black Prince Sam's body. When he learned that the body had been washed away by the sea, he became what he was now.
Even when Brook brought food to his mouth, he didn't react.
Brook said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't find a way to live, you will never be able to avenge him."
When the helmsman heard that, a trace of emotion finally returned to his pale face. He opened his mouth and spoke in a barely audible voice, "Revenge … us? What should we do?"
"I don't know. But if we give up now, everything will be over."
"It seems like you don't have much experience in comforting people, do you?"
"I've tried my best. If you insist on dying, I don't mind. After all, it's not a bad thing to have one less mouth to feed." Brook shrugged.
"Is there only one ship out there?" Erik ate two mouthfuls of mutton and regained some of his strength. Finally, he turned his attention to the situation at hand.
"Yeah. It seems like the Jackdaw managed to escape that night. That's why the navy sent other ships to chase after them."
"Unbelievable. Under such circumstances, they still managed to break through the blockade."
"This should be considered a rare piece of good news. Unfortunately, it's of no use to us," Brook said with a bitter smile. Brook smiled bitterly and said, "If only we had a ship, any ship, we wouldn't be completely hopeless."
While the two were talking, the pirate in charge of monitoring the movements of the ships outside the island suddenly shouted, "A ship has been spotted in the distance!"
Brook and Erik looked at each other. They knew that when all the ships that went out to chase after the Jackdaw returned, the navy would launch an all-out attack.
This also meant that they didn't have much time left. However, there wasn't much fear on the faces of the pirates. Their days on the island were getting more and more difficult. Compared to starving and waiting in despair, they would rather die in battle.
However, just as Brook and Eric were about to summon their men for the final battle, the pirate in charge of the sentry had a look of disbelief on his face as he shouted.
"It's the Jackdaw! The Jackdaw is back!!!"
"Did they get captured?" Brook found it hard to believe that the Jackdaw had returned. If he were in Zhang Heng's shoes, he would have never returned to Parrot Island. What's more, the Jackdaw didn't know what was going on on the island. There was no way they would risk being surrounded.
As if to answer his question, the Jackdaw raised its black flag without hesitation.
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