The crude, round wooden table was constantly making grinding noises as the ship swayed. The dirty oil lamp on the table flickered, illuminating the gloomy expression of the person beside him.
Captain Viavia sat on the edge of the bed with his bare feet on the short chair next to him. Next to him was the flat black round hat. His sword was leaning against the side of the bed to ensure that he could reach the hilt with just a lift of his hand.
Three meters away from him, the old Mur bowed slightly, his head slightly lowered so that his eyes would not meet the captain's eyes, but fixed on the chair under the captain's feet.
Like a humble housekeeper, more like a fierce and cunning pirate.
"Bill and Chad are indeed not on the ship. They should be dead." Mur's eyes showed doubts, and his voice was hesitant, "Captain, you …"
"Mur, it's not me. If it's my idea, I will tell you." Via interrupted Mur's question, "It's already the last moment. I don't need to complicate things. Lowe wants to replace my position, Via will be given to him."
"Since it's not the captain's order, the people below will certainly not dare to act without permission. Then who could it be?" Mur's turbid eyes flashed with a cold light, "The pirates on the Via can be divided into three groups. One group was brought on board by Lowe and was bought over in the past two years. They can be considered as loyal to Lowe. There are about 13 of them. The second group is our people, including me, 19 of them. The last group is not loyal to the captain and has not been won over by Lowe. They can be regarded as neutral. There are 14 people left, but if the operation is done properly, these people will not dare to rebel against the captain's orders, so they can be considered as our people on the spot. Altogether, there are 33 people. On the surface, our number is more than twice that of Lowe."
"This time, although I don't know who killed Bill and Chad, they did us a favor. Lowe's people are even fewer. So, why don't we take this opportunity to kill Lowe and prevent future trouble?" Mur showed his stinky yellow teeth and suggested murderously.
Via's heart seemed to be moved, but after a while, he sighed, "No."
"Captain." Mur anxiously said.
"Listen to me. First, Lowe is very smart and cautious. We haven't been able to find a reasonable reason to make a move on Lowe. Captain, killing the first mate out of suspicion is unrealistic. It's hard to guarantee that those neutral people won't think of Lowe because of this. Maybe Lowe is just waiting for me to make a move. Second, Lowe's people are definitely more than this. In these two years, the people below have been very dissatisfied with my stinginess. If it wasn't for my forceful methods to deter them, they might have already rebelled. Furthermore, Lowe has been wantonly buying people's hearts. With this, those neutral people will definitely be more inclined towards Lowe's side. Moreover, among our people, is there anyone who secretly thinks of Lowe? I don't think so. In fact, the only person on this ship that I can truly trust is you, Mur."
"Via …" Mur was extremely moved, and there was a trace of nostalgia on his face, "My life was saved by my master. Since my master is no longer here, you are my master's only son. No matter what decision you make, I, Mur, will always be by your side."
"Mur, I understand." Via waved his hand and opened a pair of cold eyes, "You can be regarded as my only remaining relative. Unfortunately, I'm not as good as my father. Fear can play a role for a while, but it can't last long. It's a pity that I don't have much time, so I have to be so greedy and stingy. Otherwise, I may be able to conquer all the crew on Via."
"It's just a group of pirates. Captain, you don't need to feel pity. All their lives added together can't compare to …" Mur was excited, and there was an angry expression on his face. He was angry that these pirates were like wolves that couldn't be fed. He always had to be on guard against this group of beasts that would bite their master.
"Well, it's already like this. There's no need to mention it again." Via held the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and his voice became as cold as the edge of the sword, "In short, I've been waiting for this day. If Lowe knows what's good for him, I'll give him the Via. Otherwise, I'll take his head as a sacrifice to the Via."
"Understood." Mur nodded heavily and didn't question Via's decision. Instead, he was puzzled by another question, "So, what Lowe said is true? Who killed Bill and Chatter? "
"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not!" Via made a decision in his heart. He didn't intend to be entangled in this issue. "If it's true and there's no damage to us, then it's Lowe's problem. We'll just wait and see; if it's false and it's a trap, then we'll wait until the end and kill them all."
Mur thoroughly understood Via's intentions. After all, he had been planning for so many years, and he was finally waiting for success. Any twists and turns were unbearable for Via. He didn't want to bear any possible losses. He just wanted stability. For this reason, he was willing to make some other concessions and compromises.
Via's state at this time was like the bat locked in a cage in the captain's room. Hunger and bondage suppressed its ferocity. It was waiting to be released or to finally smash the iron cage and have a bloody feast.
"I swear, every crew member Via, you don't want to see that scene." Mur respectfully said good night, put out the oil lamp, then turned and left the captain's room, and then closed the door.
He didn't notice that at the moment when the light in the captain's room went out, in the corner of the stern, half of the head just looked over, and the white lips soaked by the rain evoked a dangerous arc.
"Oh, it's finally out."
Via was the most powerful person on the ship. In order to show his due respect, Yarlin deliberately set the hunting plan for the first night after Via went to sleep, which would be more secure.
Yarlin stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. Behind him, Bill stood motionless. The shroud of the night was like a gradually awakening ghost slowly opening its mouth.
After waiting for a full fifteen minutes, Arlen stretched lazily, then slowly tiptoed back to the lower level of the cabin. Bill followed closely behind him, the sound of their footsteps perfectly muffled by the curtain of rain.
The door to the cabin was closed, but the wind was still blowing in through the hole on the left side of the door. Ya Erlin stood at the door and slowly crouched down. He put his face close to the hole and peered inside for a while. Then, he stood up and carefully pushed the door open.
The door was pushed open, and the turbid heat inside collided with the cold air outside, and the wind became more violent for a while. Yarlin walked in and hid sideways behind the unlocked door. He took off his gloves and then threw them.
"Pa!"
The wet gloves hit the face of a pirate who was sleeping on his back …
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