Set Sail! Storm in the Caribbean! Chapter 56 A Letter Home (Part 1)

Chapter 56 A Letter from Home (Part 1)

Let's move forward ten minutes.

Location: On board the Bell and Wine Glass

Although this pirate ship is full of elites and the internal defense force is extremely empty, Armand, who has a high prestige, is still very stable. Most of the pirates left behind were old, weak, sick and disabled, but everyone was united, at least on the surface there was no sign of panic or worry. There were no lights on the boat, no one was making any noise, and everything was in order. Spirits and gauze were even prepared for dressing wounds.

It is worth mentioning that the long-legged Robben, who was single-handedly promoted by Sheyan, is also among those left behind.

On the surface, it seems that Robben's stay was an accidental move by Armand, with the purpose of leaving a middle-level member of the pirates to facilitate management and convey his instructions. In fact, everyone knew very well that Armand was actually worried about the bosun, Sheyan Xia, so of course he had to separate Robben, who had been lifted up by him, to prevent the two from uniting under his nose. What trouble would be caused, especially when lured by the possibility of huge wealth.

However, Robben, an old man, didn't show any abnormality to Armand's arrangement. For this guy who has been involved in Pirates of the Caribbean for decades, he can describe it in five words, that is, "there is something." "Milk is mother", whoever can give him greater benefits will be his loyal partner.

The blazing flames in the distance dyed the night sky red, and there were screams from time to time. Robben took out a beautiful gold-embedded pocket watch in his arms (note: pocket watches were only produced in the late 17th century. Do you think this Things are soul-equipped) looked at it, nodded, then looked enviously at Tutuga Port on the shore, and then walked towards the lower cabin. Standing outside Fang Senyan's cabin were two thick-shouldered pirates, leaning against a pillar next to them out of boredom, picking their fingernails, picking their nostrils, and counting flies tickling their toes. After seeing this, Robben immediately coughed, scolded loudly with a straight face:

"Look what you are doing! The great Captain Armand ordered you to protect Mr. Cree, but you two idiots dare to desert?"

The two pirates immediately jumped up as if they had been stabbed by a knife. Looking at Robben's dead face, which was as serious as a playing card, they could only smile and took out dozens of shillings and handed it to Robben to beg him. Hold your hands high. Robben naturally refused sternly at first. It wasn't until most of the money in the two pirates' wallets fell into his hands that he snorted and waved them away, then opened the hatch and walked in. The two pirates were naturally cursing wildly in their stomachs, and in their minds they greeted all the women in Robben's family.

As soon as the door opened, Fatty Kerry suddenly jumped up without knowing what he was doing. His face also looked very pale. He looked like an unlucky guy who was caught committing a thief. He looked at Robben with a dry smile, and suddenly asked nervously:

"Mr. Robben, are they returning in triumph?"

Robben felt that Fat Kerry's expression was quite strange, but he just thought that this guy was concerned and confused, so he bowed slightly and said indifferently:

"Dear Mr. Kerry, the boatswain entrusted me with one thing before departure, that is, if he has not returned exactly one and a half hours after departure, then he will forward this letter to you. Please pay attention to the time. , I fulfilled my promise and delivered this letter to you on time."

Kerry obviously didn't expect this, and couldn't help but said in shock:

"letter?"

Robben nodded and said solemnly:

"You can rest assured that when I got the letter, I swore an oath in the name of my father's soul that I would never peek at it and that I would definitely deliver it to you on time. Therefore, other than the boatswain knowing the content of the letter, there is no other way. Two people.”

In this world, due to the existence of various supernatural events and magic, swearing is not as common and unbinding as in the real world, but a rather solemn act. And swearing in the name of his father's soul was an extremely serious oath. Of course, the main reason why Robben was willing to do this was because Sheyan had given him a full ten pounds in compensation in advance.

Kerry took the letter delivered by Robben with doubts, and couldn't wait to tear open the envelope and read it. After reading it for the first time, cold sweat was already dripping from Kerry's forehead, because at the beginning of the letter, The eleven words "Dear Explosives Expert Mr. Kerry" were written boldly!

Dear Explosives Expert Mr. Kerry:

Please forgive me for not calling you that until this moment. In fact, from the moment we first met, I had a relatively clear inference about your identity and expertise.

First of all, you are a person who lacks threat power in both melee and long-range attacks, but you were able to participate in the important operation of your organization to blow up Tutuga Castle. This shows that you should have a very important role in this plan. Tactical position! As far as the initial difficulty of the space we are currently in is concerned, there are not too many non-combat positions in the team that can be called "important". Combined with the particularity of the nightmare space: it is nothing more than achieving high perception. Pervasive reconnaissance, extensive contacts gained through high charisma, strong team gains brought by high intelligence or high spirit, and of course the core blasting operations.

Among these positions, your perception is obviously not high, otherwise you would not have failed to choose the correct escape route, and you would have been chased to the brink of despair by those guards. Your charm is so low that you have to rely on my prestige to borrow money from pirates. Then you may have the remaining two.

However, the reactions of the other team members betrayed you. If you were the kind of person who could bring strong benefits to the team, they would definitely take various methods to find you, instead of being indifferent to your life and death like now.

After excluding the other possibilities, the remaining one, no matter how incredible it is, must be the correct answer. Of course, if I only have the above information, then I am not sure that the great title of demolition expert will be on your head. However, I noticed a small thing, that is, after the decisive battle with the Invincible Fleet, you actually made a high personal contribution and received at least two ancient gold pounds as a reward.

Following this clue, I investigated and found that your contribution was actually obtained through cooperation with the gunner in the bottom cabin! The gunner told his boatswain very frankly that when the respected Mr. Kerry was loading gunpowder next to him, he could miraculously make the cannon he controlled shoot farther and more powerful! In this way, respected Mr. Kerry, the last powerful puzzle in my reasoning was made up.

If the title of blasting expert is worn on your head, it can naturally explain why you are determined not to return to the team and even if you have to compromise, you have to stay on the ship. Based on your special fighting style, you will probably be in a marginal state after returning to the team. It is more convenient and comfortable to stay on this pirate ship. For you, you can use my reputation as a cover to do a lot of things on the ship.

For example, borrow a lot of money from pirates and then rely on me, or... use the sufficient time on the ship to create a large number of mental bombs and secretly bury them everywhere on the ship.

Oh! Dear cousin Kerry, please don't get excited, be careful that the low and hard cabin top wall will cause damage to your head. Since I dare to draw such a conclusion, I naturally have sufficient evidence.

Unlike you, my perception reaches a full fourteen points. With my deliberate attention, I can barely determine the approximate range of the things that threaten my life. After a careful search, I finally found the small piece of bomb you stuck under the stool. I have to admit that this kind of bomb made by mental power is indeed very concealed and can be called a work of art. It is even more difficult to imagine that it can be rubbed at will like chewing gum and still have such amazing power. Of course, according to my observation, the cycle of your production is also quite long, and you should be able to produce one every twenty-four hours or so.