While Sheyan was still puzzled, he prepared to head to the upper deck. Without a doubt, as long as he mingled with pirates, then his life would be guaranteed. As he walked, he roughly understood how this group of people managed to sneak onto the Flying Dutchman. That was to work as a 'scraper' on the ship. The so called 'scraper' was a term that Sheyan was familiar with in the present world. He didn't know what the pirates of the caribbean called this occupation, but he could confirm the job description and its nature.
This was because after a wooden fishing boat sailed for a period of time, no matter how it was specially treated, it would inevitably be contaminated with marine organisms such as barnacles, oysters, green algae, seagrass etc. These organisms would not only affect the ship's speed, but in the long run, it would also pose a huge threat to the safety of the ship. Hence, there was a need for people to regularly scrape off these organisms to clean them up. This job was known as a 'scraper'.
Of course, the best way to clean and maintain a ship was to enter a large scale dock, completely isolating the ship from the sea. The bottom of the ship would be exposed for careful cleaning, drying and painting. But this world's navigation science was still in a rather backward state. Only famous port cities would be able to provide maintenance for large scale ships. The British royal navy could openly sail in for maintenance, but a pirate ship would never be able to enjoy such treatment. Hence, the 'scraper' job on a pirate ship, had to be completed by people diving into the water. This was undoubtedly an extremely arduous job that tested one's physical strength and even lung capacity.
But the arduous work was secondary, those who could do the 'scraper' job were already used to such hardships. The biggest reason why they weren't willing to accept the job of a pirate was because even if they risked their lives to complete the job, they wouldn't be able to receive the remuneration they deserved. Even in the present world's legal society, it was a common occurrence for contractors to renege on their debts. Not to mention these ferocious pirates who always put their heads on their belts. Daring to ask for money would most likely result in a knife to the head.
Under such circumstances, as long as that group of contestants claimed to be willing to do the 'scraper' job, and had a low status insider as a referral. In that case, it wouldn't be a problem for him to mingle on the Flying Dutchman as a temporary crew member. According to Sheyan's experience, if they didn't enter the dockyard, a ship as large as the Flying Dutchman would require 7-8 days just to clean the bottom of the ship. This was not including the cleaning of the ship below the waterline. To these contestants, such a long period of time was enough for them to do anything!
Sheyan determined his direction, and after turning a corner, he ascended the gangway ladder and ascended to the deck. Regardless of what these contestants wanted to do, it was undoubtedly the safest for Sheyan to stay with the pirates. It was currently three o 'clock in the afternoon. The sea breeze was gentle, and the glaring sunlight caused his eyes to slightly squint. For some reason, a passage related to sunlight suddenly appeared in his mind.
"In the name of my soul and bloodline, I swear that we will work together to create a future. Even our descendants will live in peace for generations to come. Those who violate this rule will have their blood boil and their breathing stop. The sun's radiance will cause their skin to fester and the aura of the land will imprison their footsteps. "
"Bernard Fogg."
"Cooper Jones."
In this instance, Sheyan stood rooted to the ground as though he was struck by lightning. The originally warm Caribbean sea breeze seemed to have transformed into a blade of murderous intent, as it crisscrossed around his body. Those originally confusing and messy matters were instantly linked together by that passage of words. The conspiracy of this group of contestants that was shrouded in a fog was completely presented in front of Sheyan!
"Damn it ….." Sheyan gritted his teeth, he raised his head to glance at the distant Davy Jones's captain's cabin. "I was intending to make use of this secret in the future, I didn't expect you guys to be able to grasp this information ….."
"Furthermore, you've dug deeper and further! How can I let you succeed, if you bunch of fools succeed, then wouldn't my hidden benefits be greatly damaged? "
Sheyan immediately started sprinting madly! At present, the deck was filled with pirates, he couldn't care less as he directly knocked them all over the place. Only when he reached the captain's cabin did he grab hold of a pirate and urgently asked.
"Is the captain inside?"
That pirate was also a trusted aide of Davy Jones, he slapped Sheyan's hand away, tugging at his half-opened collar as he unhappily replied.
"Something happened down there, it seems like there's a problem with the gunpowder, boss went down to take a look."
At present, the pirate ship naturally couldn't be separated from the gunpowder storage, if not once they engage in battle with the enemy, due to the lack of long range attacks, they would fall into an extremely disadvantageous situation. However, the gunpowder storage had also become an extremely fatal point. Once the enemy's red hot bullet coincidentally entered the gunpowder storage! Undoubtedly, it would signify the end of this battle. Therefore, in this era, on any ship that could engage in battle, the most tightly guarded place wasn't the cargo hold, but the gunpowder storage. Once there was any commotion, even if it was a small problem, the captain would personally take action.
After Sheyan heard this, he immediately sprinted downwards without hesitation. At present, he really disregarded everything as he sprinted downwards. In order to save a few milliseconds of time, he very crudely broke the railing of the lower cabin and leapt down.
Regrettably, when Sheyan landed along with several broken wooden railings, he saw Davy Jones standing roughly 30 metres away, his back facing him as he carefully inspected the gunpowder storage's door lock. As for that young man who looked like Little Lord Fokke, he was hiding behind Davy Jones, the distance between them was roughly 15 to 16 metres. That young man's face was covered with a black cloth, looking like Zorro. Beside him were two contestants accompanying him.
Then that young man impatiently stood up, his right hand grasping onto the most common flintlock musket of this era. He sneered coldly as he aimed at Davy Jones, and pulled the trigger … …
Open fire.
At the instance of opening fire, Davy Jones instantly turned his head, looking at him with a disdainful expression, it was as though he was looking at a disdainful bug. His right hand rested on the cutlass by his waist, his eyes brimming with killing intent! Sheyan immediately roared out.
“NO！ Boss! He's from the Fokke family … … "
But at this moment, Sheyan noticed a contestant beside that young man turning his head over. That pair of eyes … … .that pair of black and white eyes were extremely penetrating, in a flash it pierced into Sheyan's eyes. His heart! Although the owner of those eyes had a huge change in appearance, but the strange magic within those eyes remained the same, causing one's willpower to crumble and one's spirit to completely sink!
In this instance, Sheyan felt as though the air around him had been glued together! Looking at the opponent's actions, it was like a slow motion replay in a movie. That contestant raised his right hand, using his spotlessly white right palm to aim over here! Although there weren't any signs of abnormalities, Sheyan could feel an indescribable transparent barrier closing in on him in a flash!
He immediately crossed his arms in front of him, but he still felt as though he had been smashed by a swinging hammer. His vision blurred, and his entire body flew into the air. His throat burned, and a fishy smell surged up. A series of intense pain came from his back, and he heard a series of chaotic crashing sounds. Evidently, several of the ship's cabin walls had suffered a calamity.
But just as Sheyan was flying backwards, his peripheral vision caught sight of Davy Jones's expression changing drastically. Originally he was about to launch a counterattack, but his broadsword was immediately deflected to the side, slashing against the side of the cabin wall. That wall instantly shattered into pieces, and with an ear piercing 'Kacha' sound, a huge 7-8 metre long crack appeared! It was as if there were two invisible giant hands, one above and one below, that were forcefully breaking apart the cabin wall! If that young man was struck by this blade, his corpse wouldn't even be left with dregs!
Concurrently, the lead bullet from the Fokke family youngster's flintlock was still mercilessly shooting towards Davy Jones's chest! However, with the overwhelming strength that Davy Jones had displayed, this lead bullet could at most break his skin. But even so, Davy Jones still dodged to the side. The nimbleness of this sturdy and violent pirate's movements left one speechless, one could tell that Sheyan's shout had given him sufficient vigilance.
At the same time, Sheyan received: Davy Jones's favourable impression + 20, Pirates of the Caribbean reputation + 2000, Flying Dutchman's reputation + 2000 notifications.
Yet, just as the opponent was on the verge of defeat, Davy Jones's left hand was holding onto a miniature fish tank. "Hua La!" A tentacle extended out!
When the tentacle just extended out, it was still very pocket-sized, but it could be said that it grew with the wind. Finally, it became a fleshy red tentacle as thick as a human's arm, densely packed with suction cups. This tentacle circled around in front of Davy Jones, the front end of the tentacle made a very human-like bending motion, very much like a child carefully bending his fingers to play with marbles.
The tentacle was aiming at the lead bullet that was flying over!!!
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