Following that, there weren't any outstanding talents that appeared. The only noteworthy was that Sheyan found a drunken drunkard on the island. That drunkard was actually able to perform simple repairs on the '+ 7 West' cannon, and barely restored its durability to 30%. At least, Sheyan didn't cripple his weapon. Moreover, that drunkard seemed to be rather proficient in cannon repairs. Hence, Sheyan decided to employ him as an exceptional talent.
After staying at Trihorn Island for two days, Sheyan managed to sell off the rum and other supplies that the Dingyuan was carrying at exorbitant prices. Those items were all plundered from the gypsies, and could be said to be reaping huge profits without any capital. At present, there were numerous distressed pirates on Trihorn Island, and it was precisely the time for them to get drunk and drown their sorrows. Thus, Sheyan profited immensely from this transaction.
On this day, while Sheyan was reorganizing his unruly new underlings, another fully loaded merchant ship swayed into the port. By its side, a group of pirate ships with black sails hovered around like flies that had spotted a stinky piece of meat, but didn't dare to attack. This was because they recognized the flag of this merchant ship.
Evidently, this merchant ship had heard of the exuberant vitality of Trihorn Island, and had brought along large quantities of cheap rum, roasted meat and gambling equipment. Naturally, this merchant ship was sought after, and its goods were swept clean.
Strictly speaking, the owner of this merchant ship was acquainted with Sheyan. He was Governor Swann's spokesperson, Mister McKinney. Against the domineering Norrington, Governor Swann had to seize the opportunity before Norrington returned to rake in a fortune. Wasn't there a famous saying? 500% profit was enough to tempt a capitalist to risk his life on the gallows.
After pondering for a while, Sheyan decided to pay a visit to Mister McKinney based on their previous relationship. Soon after, he received a definite news.
Colonel Norrington would be officially inaugurated as a Commodore the day after tomorrow, and would be bestowed with a sword by Governor Swann on behalf of the British government. At present, Port Royal had already entered a state of intense preparation. Of course, to prevent the pirates from retaliating and wreaking havoc, Norrington's fleet had dispersed around Port Royal, and would meticulously inspect any 3-masted ships (or ships with more than 3 masts).
Of course, it wasn't that they didn't want to investigate single-masted ships, but these types of ships were usually fishing boats. To investigate and apprehend them would be too much work, and it would easily arouse public resentment. At the same time, even if someone harbored ill intentions, a single-masted ship wouldn't be able to cause much trouble, so they turned a blind eye to it.
Sheyan wasn't the slightest bit surprised upon hearing this news. After pondering a little, he stuffed a few hundred guineas to Mister McKinney, and requested to follow the merchant ship back to Port Royal. He claimed that he had an urgent business that he had to rush back to.
Mister McKinney naturally snorted disdainfully at Sheyan's words. Yet, he didn't believe that Sheyan would dare to cause a ruckus during Colonel Norrington's inauguration ceremony with a few subordinates. Hence, he accepted Sheyan's suggestion, and pocketed the few hundred guineas into his personal pocket. After that, he left behind the remaining salesmen and set sail. As the chief trusted aide of Governor Swann, he definitely had to attend Norrington's inauguration ceremony.
*****
On this particular day, the skies were high and the clouds were faint. The sea and sky were separated by a single line, and people were saying that even the heavens were overjoyed at Colonel Norrington's promotion. Sheyan had previously dispatched two pirates to accompany Joshamee Gibbs in the tavern, where they conversed with him after arriving at Port Royal. Recently, Sheyan hadn't requested much from Joshamee Gibbs, and Joshamee was blissfully muddle-headed. After all, Sheyan would pay the bills of the tavern.
Under Sheyan's invitation, they arrived at a corner outside Port Royal to fish. This place was treacherous and rocky, and several nautical miles away, there was a suspended beam between the reefs. Above it, three skeletons swayed with the wind, releasing creaking noises from time to time. The noose around their necks appeared as though it would break at any moment, while their leg bones were either chopped off, or dropped into the sea without a trace. Beside them was a warning board.
'This is the fate of damned pirates.'
Truthfully speaking, Joshamee was rather dissatisfied with Sheyan's arrangement this time. In his opinion, rum and the bosoms and buttocks of chicks were much more interesting than fishing under the damnable scorching sun. Instead, Sheyan insisted that they could catch a rare and precious fish during this period of time. Therefore, Joshamee, who was adept at eating others, could only follow along resentfully.
Sheyan noticed something – there were specks of white sails afar on the distant surface of the sea. Although they were single-masted boats, they were evidently waiting for something. Truthfully speaking, this wasn't a good season for fishing. Joshamee was rather astonished by such an abnormal phenomenon, and thus believed in Sheyan's nonsense of 'rare and precious fish'.
Without a doubt, only Sheyan knew that these pirates were contestants, and were aware of the fact that Jack Sparrow would appear here. Hence, they decided to try their luck, and see if there was a chance of recruiting this legendary character with boundless charm and grace. At the very least, they wanted to get familiar with him.
After waiting for close to half an hour, the sun started to display its might. The group of pirates didn't manage to catch any rare and precious fish, but pomfrets and other similar fishes continuously took the bait. Yet at this moment, a tattered sail suddenly appeared on the distant surface of the sea. It was truly a tattered sail. Sheyan squinted his eyes slightly, but continued fishing as though nothing had happened. Instead, those distant white sails instantly congregated over, and even started bickering and quarreling with each other; fighting in full swing.
Yet at this moment, Jack Sparrow obviously didn't wish to be entangled with those pirates. On the surface of the sea, this former captain of the Black Pearl was the symbol of speed. Although the little boat he was riding on was so old and tattered that it needed to be scooped up water every once in a while, one could observe the boat's speed abruptly increasing. Like a slippery loach, it shuttled through the encirclement of those white sails, and gently sailed towards this promontory. Its destination was obviously Port Royal.
Sheyan continued fishing as though nothing had happened. However, at this moment, Joshamee, who was on the distant boat, had his eyes wide open and his fishing rod had fallen into the water.
When the dilapidated boat began to sail nimbly, the originally absent-minded Gibbs had already noticed the distant scene. At present, when Jack Sparrow sailed over, Gibbs' mouth gaped wide open in excitement.
"Jie jie jie jie jie ~ ~ ~ Jack!!!"
He then desperately ran to the promontory and waved his hands. Probably due to the telepathic connection between these two good friends, Jack Sparrow also glanced over. When he got closer, his face displayed an exaggerated expression, similarly revealing a look of astonishment and delight.
"Gibbs! Why is an old dog like you here? "
(Note: Westerners call someone an old dog to express their loyalty. It's a compliment. For example, there's a classic line in WOW's Karazhan. Veteran players will definitely remember it very clearly. Neras Alan's self-proclaimed roar: "Even an old dog has some teeth!")
Joshamee cracked open his mouth and chuckled.
"Boss, why can't I be here. It's great that you're fine. That bunch of damned trash should be fed to the fishes at the bottom of the sea."
Jack Sparrow shrugged his shoulders, spreading out his hands and replied.
"Oh, even if the world is destroyed, I'll still be fine. This gentleman is ….. could it be that the salty sea breeze caused some problems in my eyes? Why does this gentleman look so familiar? "
Sheyan smiled faintly.
"Mr Sparrow, 10 years ago, in the bar of Tortuga port, we've met once. At that time, we had an in-depth discussion on the body of a woman. "
Jack Sparrow was stunned for a moment, opening his mouth and exclaiming.
"Oh ….. so it's you! Seaman Yan from the east! I heard you're the third mate of Davy Jones? "
"Dear Captain Sparrow, not long after I parted with you, I returned to the east due to the curse of the Flying Dutchman. I only just returned." Sheyan first expressed his current position.
He knew that Jack Sparrow owed Davy Jones a promise. Davy Jones would use the Kraken Paul to salvage the sunken Black Pearl, and after 10 years, Jack Sparrow would serve on the Flying Dutchman for a hundred years.
According to Sheyan's understanding, Jack Sparrow didn't intend to abide by this promise. Or to put it bluntly, he intended to renege on the debt. However, he didn't have the slightest intention of getting involved in the rotten debt between these two tycoons. Sheyan casually fished out two bottles of rum and tossed it to Jack and Joshamee.
"Honestly speaking, I've specially waited for you here Mr Sparrow."
Jack Sparrow gulped down several mouthfuls, exhaling a breath of alcohol before inquisitively asking.
"Waiting for me? You knew I'd come here? "
Sheyan nodded and replied.
"Yes."
Captain Jack became even more curious.
"How did you know?"
Sheyan raised his hand, as the veiled Taitish walked out and nodded gently.
"This is a formidable diviner of the gypsy clan. She had expended a great deal of effort and price to divine this."
Following Sheyan's instructions, Taitish gracefully bowed and said.
"Mr Jack Sparrow, to be able to discern the direction of your fate is truly not an easy matter. For this, I've paid a tremendous price."
Jack stretched out his hand and stroked his little beard.
"Now that you mention it, it does make sense. Then, you are indeed looking for me for something?" If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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