Indeed, as Sheyan had predicted, the down-and-out Joshamee was currently surrounded by a group of contestants. Although these contestants didn't possess much gold guineas, they could still afford to treat him to a drink. The wily old fox Joshamee was laughing heartily as he poured rum down his throat. Evidently, he was planning to swindle them for a drink.
Bartenders were the most well-informed. News of Sheyan and the rest slaughtering the bartender of 'Grey Dove' had long spread out. Therefore, when Ol 'Seadog went to purchase some rum, he received an exceedingly humble attitude and the highest standard of service.
Naturally, the contestants dispatched were highly charismatic talents, and most of them were able to strike up a conversation with Joshamee. Nevertheless, just like Sheyan had mentioned, a large ship (a third rate ship) that could brave the winds and waves was a prerequisite to invite Joshamee. Otherwise, even if they talked to the heavens, it would only increase their personal friendliness.
Sheyan and the rest sat down quietly by the side, as they observed Joshamee using a simple and honest smile and an ambiguous attitude to deal with the contestants. Watching as the hopes of the contestants slowly dwindled into despair as their gold coins dwindled, it was truly an interesting scene.
Not long after, Joshamee finished his last cup of rum, and smacked his lips as if he hadn't had his fill. At this moment, he turned around and scanned around.
"Eh, where are they?"
Those contestants had exhausted their funds, and knew they couldn't afford to fall out with the wily old fox Joshamee, they could only flee. At this moment, Sheyan shot a glance at Ol 'Seadog. The old man stood up and sat beside Joshamee. Then, he flicked his fingers and ordered a cup of the most expensive Crown Rum, before drinking leisurely.
Back in Tortuga port, the most expensive liquor was Golden Rum. However, that was due to Little Lord Fokke's indulgence. Presently, the competition in Tortuga was extremely intense. As long as one had money, even China's Longjing Tea could be found! Naturally, there was a wide variety of rum that pirates loved the most. There were five different types of rum that ranked above the golden rum. For example, the Crown Rum was priced at 50 guineas per cup, and could only be ranked third in the present Tortuga port.
Joshamee's alcohol tolerance had always been excellent. The rum that the contestants had treated him to was at most 2-3 bottles, yet it was only enough to whet his addiction. Gazing at the golden liquid rippling within Ol 'Seadog's cup, he couldn't help but gulp down a mouthful of saliva and blurted out.
"Dude, can you buy me a drink?"
Ol 'Seadog suddenly smiled.
"If you're willing to meet our boss."
Joshamee hesitated for a moment before saying.
"Who's your boss?"
Ol 'Seadog turned to look, his eyes brimming with adoration.
"The third mate of the Flying Dutchman, friend of Paul the Troll, the captain of the magnificent Hill Maiden, the legendary Seaman Yan from the East."
Joshamee was a person who had seen the world. To him, amongst Sheyan's titles, the one that carried the most weight was still 'friend of Paul the Troll'. Hence, under the allure of the Crown Rum, he sat down beside Sheyan.
Joshamee had a full beard and a round head. For some unknown reason, whenever Sheyan saw him, he would associate him with an extremely honest and sturdy gorilla. After he sat down, Sheyan raised his cup.
"Hello Mr Joshamee, this is our second meeting."
Joshamee hesitated a little before replying.
"Oh, right. 10 years ago, you were still working under Ammand. I must remind you, Ammand has been searching for you for 10 years. Now that news of your comeback has surfaced, he will definitely not let you off."
Sheyan laughed and replied.
"Many thanks for your reminder. To thank you for your enthusiasm, the bartender will please serve Mr Joshamee a cup of Crown Rum."
Joshamee rubbed his hands and laughed.
"How can I accept that?"
Instead, Joshamee's following actions displayed the hypocrisy of his previous words. This experienced and knowledgeable old pirate impatiently received the cup of Crown Rum delivered by the bartender. In a single gulp, not a single drop was left. Then, he exhaled a breath of alcohol in satisfaction.
Sheyan wasn't in a hurry to dive into the main topic, instead, he earnestly asked.
"Coincidentally, I was also present on the night of the chaos in Tortuga port. I only know that Little Lord Fokke launched an attack on the Black Pearl, but I don't know the specifics. Mr Joshamee, you were present at that time, do you know what happened? "
Sheyan had already calculated that even if Little Lord Fokke knew he was the culprit, he definitely wouldn't spread the news of his wife committing adultery. This had nothing to do with one's rank, it was a common problem among men ….. after Joshamee heard Sheyan's words, his face suddenly exposed an awkward and fearful expression as he stammered.
"Actually, I also don't know why Little Lord Fokke went crazy and wanted to deal with us. (He was extremely loyal to Jack, he knew that Little Lord Fokke's wife, Sally, had committed adultery, but he still kept his mouth shut.) In the afternoon, Little Lord Fokke sent someone to invite the old captain and Mr Sparrow to a banquet. Nobody knew that this was an incomparably treacherous trap. Fortunately, Mr Sparrow didn't go. After that, we never saw the old captain again, we don't even know if he is dead or alive."
Sheyan nodded and replied.
"After taking down the old captain, the Black Pearl seems to have fallen?"
Joshamee instantly became agitated.
"How is that possible! We still have Mr Sparrow and the formidable crew head Hanst. But I have to admit, Little Lord Fokke's battle prowess is extremely frightening. If not for the various evil abilities he displayed at the end, which directly caused his subordinates to betray him, then the Black Pearl would really have become history. "
"Oh?" At present, Sheyan was undoubtedly curious about Little Lord Fokke's abilities. He immediately snapped his fingers and ordered. "Waiter, I believe Mr Joshamee is definitely thirsty. Therefore, I have decided to treat him to a cup of 'Caucasian Summit Rum' to moisten his throat. Damn it, bartender, you can't just add ice cubes, pour the rum full of ice cubes and send it over, we will add it ourselves!"
The 'Caucasian Summit Rum' was a high quality product that was even more expensive than the previous' Crown Rum '. Joshamee's eyes instantly released a glimmer, this time he couldn't bear to gulp it down. After taking a small sip, he exposed a fearful expression and exclaimed.
"Little Lord Fokke is truly a demon, a formidable demon that I have never seen before! With a casual wave of his hand, he could release a formidable chill, directly freezing an ordinary person into an ice cube. Weapons could only leave wounds on his body, but it didn't affect his battle prowess at all. Not even a single drop of blood could be seen. He could even sacrifice the souls of his comrades to replenish his own life. This was also the main reason why Little Lord Fokke's subordinates betrayed him. But that still isn't the most terrifying part! "
Speaking till here, Joshamee could no longer conceal the fear in his eyes.
"At that time, there were a total of close to 40 individuals who crossed hands with Little Lord Fokke. Yet, he directly injured roughly 30 individuals. None of them survived, not a single one! Once injured, they died. Even the incomparably formidable crew head Hanst wasn't an exception! They were all infected with the same fatal disease, and successively died within a month of that battle! Hanst was such a formidable individual, yet he merely received a small cut on the back of his hand. Similarly, he wasn't able to escape! "
Sheyan quietly listened, until the panting Joshamee Joshamee once again lifted up his wine cup. Then he asked.
"Then, how was he finally eliminated?"
"Eliminated?" Joshamee suddenly laughed bitterly. "No no no, I believe you must have misunderstood something. Back then, due to the overwhelming might of his' Ice Magic ', we ignited a raging inferno. In the end, crew head Hanst used a torch to ignite Little Lord Fokke's body. Then, Mister Sparrow ignited a 3-pounder cannon and struck him. Finally, Little Lord Fokke rode on that massive demon horse and leapt into the ocean. From then on, I never saw him again. "
Sheyan contemplated for a while, and confirmed that Joshamee Joshamee probably didn't speak of certain matters. Nevertheless, he shouldn't be lying. Then, he coughed and broached the main topic.
"Mister Joshamee, you seem to be in dire straits now. Judging from the odour on your body, you seem to be living in a pigsty recently?"
Joshamee revealed an awkward expression.
"Let's not talk about this alright? Dear Seaman Yan? "
Sheyan gently smiled and replied.
"Sure, no problem. Then do we need to talk about Mister Jack Sparrow's current situation? It seems like he has been invited by the hospitable Port Royal guards to be a guest in the prison. "
"Oh? When did he infiltrate into Port Royal's prison? I only heard rumors that he would be heading to Port Royal. " Joshamee angrily retorted. "Furthermore, many people have already used this as an excuse to find me today. Damn it, what can an old man like me who sleeps in a pigsty do? "
"Oh, information might not always be accurate. However, those weren't your heartfelt words, Mister Joshamee." Sheyan chuckled and continued. "You and I are both deeply aware of one point. Without Captain Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl would forever be occupied by Barbossa and that bunch of traitors. I will be frank with you about my objective. I wish to join forces with Mister Jack Sparrow to eliminate Barbossa. Even if that is difficult, I wish to at least obtain some detailed information about the Black Pearl. That is my objective. "
Joshamee raised his wine cup and suspiciously asked.
"Do you really only have such a small request?" If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to me. Your support will be my greatest motivation. "
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