Skrtel's face instantly exposed a disdainful sneer. Indeed, this brat was an impostor! Stillwell laughed heartily, his laughter brimming with ridicule.
"You don't even recognize me, yet you dare to impersonate a crew member of the magnificent Flying Dutchman?"
Sheyan snorted through his nostrils and replied.
"Who do you think you are? Why should I recognize you? "
Stillwell's expression turned stiff as he arrogantly replied.
"You fool. I am the intermediary responsible for the Flying Dutchman's communications with the continent! Let me tell you, strip naked and kneel before Tortuga's doorstep for three days. Hand over this ship and its crew to Mister Skrtel, and I will spare your dog life. Otherwise … … "
Before Stillwell could finish his words, Sheyan had already sent a slap over. Pa! Several of Stillwell's teeth flew out. Sheyan lowered his brows and calmly asked.
"Otherwise, what?"
After receiving that slap, Stillwell's cheeks swelled up like a balloon. He mumbled a few times as his eyes shot out flames of fury. Just as he was about to reach for the cutlass by his waist, Canbi who had been eyeing him covetously smashed over with his iron cudgel. Before Stillwell could pull out his cutlass, the cutlass was smashed into a crooked shape. Then, Stillwell was sent flying while vomiting blood! After panting for a good while, he struggled to prop himself up on the deck. His eyes were brimming with rancor.
Sheyan glanced at Skrtel before him, and unexpectedly smiled in a refined and courteous manner.
"Mister Skrtel?"
Skrtel didn't have stage fright in such a situation. Or rather, even if he had to endure, he wouldn't have stage fright. At this moment, he maintained an amiable and amiable demeanor as he smiled faintly.
"Yes, what advice do you have?"
Sheyan replied indifferently.
"I've just arrived at Tortuga, and have absolutely no intentions of targeting anyone. It's your crew that ran over to purchase my ship with 10 gold guineas. Apart from that, I'm anticipating Mister Stillwell to summon the crew of the Flying Dutchman to deal with me. Before he summons his men, I won't be going anywhere. "
Skrtel stared blankly for a moment, as he gazed deeply into Sheyan's eyes. An unfathomable feeling welled up in his heart. Although he could summon his men to besiege Sheyan, Skrtel's mind couldn't help but flash a thought.
"If he's really from the Flying Dutchman …"
Therefore, Skrtel was taken aback by Sheyan's words. Then, he silently walked away. As for Stilwell, he had already fled like the wind. After fleeing for 50-60 metres, he finally turned around. His venomous eyes seemed to want to slice apart Sheyan's soul, as he pointed at Sheyan and gnashed his teeth.
"You're dead!! No one in this world can save you! "
"I'll be waiting," Sheyan said calmly.
Not long after, a single-masted ship entered Tortuga's port. This single-masted ship appeared as though it had anchored at sea for a hundred years. Its entire body was greyish white, and appeared exceedingly decayed. Its sails were filled with cobwebs, and appeared as though it would vanish in a puff of smoke at any second. A faint white mist lingered around the hull of the ship, as though it was drifting on the surface of the sea, completely unaffected by the waves.
Yet more horrifying was the massive shadow trailing behind the ship, as though some colossal creature was lurking underwater ….. an indescribable sense of dread instantly gripped the souls of everyone present!
Stillwell stood at the bow of the ship, as he pointed at Sheyan's Hill Maiden. Beside him, stood two individuals covered in black cloaks. Then, this ship proceeded to approach the Hill Maiden in a straight line. When the two ships collided, strangely, there wasn't any collision. Yet at this moment, the entire crew of the Hill Maiden abruptly shuddered with a shiver!
Stillwell strenuously climbed up along the ship's railing, while the two black cloaked individuals didn't make any movements. Instead, they were already standing on the deck. For some unknown reason, wherever those two individuals passed, they would leave behind copious amounts of water. Evidently, they were the genuine crew members of the Flying Dutchman, and definitely not the slightest bit of discount!
At present, even though Canbi was facing such a situation, he could still feel a dense chill creeping up his spine. His entire body shivered faintly. Such a sensation had nothing to do with strength, but was entirely a reverence that originated from the soul!
Facing such a situation, Stillwell clutched his swollen face as he yelled out.
"It's this ship that impersonated the Flying Dutchman, and tainted the reputation of the noble Davy Jones!"
A man in a black hooded cloak walked out. His voice seemed to resonate in the air.
"Who's impersonating?"
At this moment, Sheyan strolled out from his cabin, and raised his chin without the slightest fear.
"Nobody is impersonating! Who are you, lift up your hat! "
The man in the black hooded cloak raised his head and was stunned.
"It's really you! Seaman Yan, oh, no, it's Third Mate! "
Sheyan chuckled and replied.
"So it's Crow!"
At present, the crew members of the Hill Maiden who weren't drunk had all rushed out. Yet when they saw Crow, they still sucked in a breath of chilled air. As it turns out, Crow's face was now covered with fish scale spots, and even his facial features had some fish characteristics. Apart from that, most of his body resembled that of a human. Therefore, it was doubly bizarre, and of course, incomparably terrifying!
Crow immediately spun around, and clutched Stillwell's throat.
"You fool, do you know what you're doing?"
Stillwell's jaw dropped, and his eyes rolled back, as though he was about to suffocate. How could he utter a single word at present? Instead, that black cloaked freak by Crow's side abruptly called out with a hoarse voice.
"Crow, put him down! This person's appearance looks like Seaman Yan, but he might not be our Third Mate! Why did he suddenly disappear that year? It's hard to say if he's related to those mysterious individuals who triggered the curse. Who knows, he might be the spy of that year. "
This guy's status was obviously higher than Crow. The hierarchy of pirates was extremely strict, and Crow could only obediently obey. After hearing this guy's words, Sheyan suddenly sneered and replied.
"I remember your voice. You're one of the underlings of that idiot Old Bill right? You seem to be called Stafford? Old Bill was afraid I'd snatch his Second Mate position, so he fabricated this lie to slander me? "
Stafford roared furiously, his voice resembling the cry of a whale. Then, he pounced towards Sheyan.
"Don't insult Mister Bill!"
Instead, his pouncing momentum froze in mid-air. This was because a formidable firearm had abruptly appeared and firmly jabbed against his forehead. Because of 'Ambition', Stafford wasn't afraid of this firearm. He even had the confidence to strangle this Seaman Yan from the east to death! However, there was a trace of aura attached to the spear, which made the depths of his soul tremble!
Sheyan gripped onto 'Ambition' and sneered.
"Looks like you know what this gun is! I thought you didn't even place the captain in your eyes. If I'm a traitor, then why didn't the captain take back the weapon he bestowed upon me? "
Stafford slanted his head and gritted his teeth.
"That's because he was hoodwinked by you!!"
Sheyan calmly replied.
"You mean you and that idiot Old Bill are stronger than the captain? You two could tell I'm a traitor, yet the captain still bestowed me with an item? You must be thinking that the old bastard is blind! "
"Of course!! Ah ah ah, wrong, you're spouting nonsense! " Stafford's brain had probably rotted from being soaked in seawater, and was instantly duped by Sheyan. He couldn't help but cry out miserably. "You're spouting nonsense."
Sheyan laughed and replied.
"I'm spouting nonsense, there are too many people here who heard your words. Whether I'm spouting nonsense or you're spouting nonsense, everyone knows. Isn't that right, Crow? "
Crow had been angered by Stafford too much, he immediately laughed out in a hoarse voice and replied.
"That's right, I can testify."
Stafford was infuriated as he roared out.
"You guys colluded to slander me, I'll eliminate you!"
Sheyan laughed heartily and replied.
"I'm the third mate of the Flying Dutchman, you're just a high ranking sailor. You dare violate the rules set by the great Davy Jones? Try touching me if you dare. "
Stafford furiously roared.
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
Sheyan heaved a sigh and replied.
"Looks like you're truly lawless, you even dare to violate the rules set by the captain."
"Bullshit!!" Stafford wasn't a person good with words. In fact, pirates were used to using their knife to communicate with others.
Sheyan immediately pointed at him, his face filled with astonishment.
"You actually said the rules set by the captain are bullshit?"
Stafford was nearly driven mad, his head spinning as he released a series of furious roars.
"Bullshit bullshit bullshit bullshit …..."
In actual fact, Stafford was calling out Sheyan for farting. Instead, his words sounded as though he was really cursing Davy Jones.... after a series of farting, the seawater by the side of the Hill Maiden suddenly churned violently. Following that, a ghastly white gigantic tentacle abruptly shot out from the depths, as it swiped with unfathomable speed!
Within a second, Stafford didn't even utter a single sound, as he transformed into a golf ball attempting to hit a hole in the hole. He streaked across the horizon in a graceful arc, before vanishing from the sight of the pirates. Even the final splash of Stafford splashing into the water couldn't be heard …... If you like this work, I welcome you to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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