Set Sail! Storm in the Caribbean! Chapter 3 Arm Wrestling

Chapter 3 Arm Wrestling

This bar was a little dark inside, with a low ceiling. The supporting pillars seemed to have not even peeled off the bark. Some ropes were hung from the roof, and there were all kinds of things tied to them, including bottles, cans, wood, uncarved statues, stones, etc. These were hung by sailors/pirates who might go on dangerous missions, and they pinned their wishes on them.

At the far end of the bar, there were some scattered and dilapidated oak barrels, and several people were chatting and laughing around there. The bar tables were low, solid, and heavy, with a gray-black color polished by time. On them were placed brightly polished brass candlesticks and oil lamps. Most of the sailors or pirates sitting around were wearing faded and old dark tattered clothes, with their hair tied into small braids and glass beads hung on them, and they had unkempt beards and hair.

Fang Senyan's entry only caused a few people to turn their heads and glance, probably because his appearance of chewing betel nut was also quite common here. He walked to the bar counter and before he could speak, the bartender slid a wooden wine glass with tin foil around it, but the rum inside miraculously did not spill a drop:

"Happy Rum Day, the first glass is free, please prepare your shillings in the future, young man."

Fang Senyan had walked so far, and after talking nonsense with the cunning and snobbish boss for so long, he was a little thirsty, so he picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and couldn't help but be a little dazed. Because the rum he drank when he was sailing before was one of the world's six major spirits. It fell into his stomach like a line of fire at the entrance, and the final taste was slightly sweet. With his alcohol tolerance, he only dared to drink a medium glass.

But the liquid in the glass in front of him tasted like the sweetness of sugarcane, and other than that, it had a slight taste of alcohol. It couldn't even be called beer, at most it was an alcoholic beverage. It should be because the pressing and brewing technology at that time was lacking, not to mention that the bar owner probably added some water to the wine after purchasing it.

In this case, Fang Senyan took up the cup and drank the contents in one gulp, then smacked his lips with satisfaction and took out his purse and said:

"Another cup, by the way."

Fang Senyan suddenly thought of something and added seriously:

"The kind with 4 shillings per cup, no more and no less."

At this time, Fang Senyan was short of money, so he had to be thrifty. The bartender was also a little surprised when he saw Fang Senyan's previous drinking. There were not too few people who drank a large glass of rum in one breath, but it was rare for someone to drink it and still ask for a bigger glass as if nothing had happened. But they didn't know that Fang Senyan once ran through the Russian route when he was a seaman. In the terrible cold of Siberia, high-purity vodka was a must-have cold-resistant product. Fang Senyan had been tested in such an environment for a long time, so in the real world, he could drink a pound of liquor, and he could even "drink through" beer. He would pee as much as he drank, which naturally made them dumbfounded.

As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. The paid glass of rum was naturally much larger than the free one. After Fang Senyan finished the second glass of rum brought by the bartender in one go, he had undoubtedly successfully won the admiration and attention of everyone. He nodded with satisfaction, looked at the prompt from the Nightmare Mark that the "Drunkard" milestone had been reached 1/100, and casually found a table to sit down. A tall and thin man sat next to him. He looked like a very friendly person. He raised his glass to Fang Senyan and said with a smile:

"Hey, man, you can drink quite well."

Fang Senyan smiled and looked at the group of people gathered next to the abandoned barrels at the far end of the bar and said:

"What are you having so much fun with?"

The tall and thin man shrugged his shoulders and said unhappily:

"Scarlet Henry is betting with others on arm wrestling again, right? This guy with only muscles in his head, can't he choose some less barbaric ways to have fun?"

Fang Senyan is currently very short of money, because to get the drunk milestone, it means that he must at least pay 4 shillings x 99 cups of money. Twenty pounds is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for him at the moment, so after hearing the word "bet", Fang Senyan's eyes lit up and he stood up and walked over.

Scar Henry is a big guy, with clear features of a Nordic Viking. There is a scar about five centimeters long on his face, which is as twisted as a centipede. There is no hair on his head, which is greasy. This bearded guy laughs loudly, and it seems that even the dust can be shaken off. But it can be seen that he is very popular. Even the sailors who lost money are smiling, and there is no sign of unhappiness. After Fang Senyan walked over, his eyes flashed, and he had already used the insight ability.

Scar Henry (Elite)

First Mate of the Bell and Goblet

Height 7 feet 2 inches (2.15 meters), weight 158kg (if you are familiar with NBA, you can directly substitute it into the O'Neal template)

Strength 9 points

Agility? points

Stamina 30 points

Perception? points

Charm 14 points

Intelligence 3 points

Spirit? points

Basic melee lv3, basic footwork lv2 basic endurance lv3

Advanced ability?

Special ability?

Special Ability: Heart of the First Mate, grants the owner an additional 1,000 health points.

Explanation: Scar Henry is just out with a group of men to have fun. If you think that this is his true strength, then the only outcome is that your head will be twisted off and piled up with those broken coconuts.

After seeing his attributes, Fang Senyan had a bottom line in his heart, threw the purse out and said with a smile:

"Two pounds, I'll bet with you."

Scar Henry looked at Fang Senyan and laughed:

"Yellow-skinned boy, if you think that a large amount of alcohol means a large amount of strength, then you are destined to lose money."

Fang Senyan shrugged and smiled:

"That's hard to say."

Scar Henry smiled and ordered a glass of tequila and drank it slowly to regain his strength. After about five minutes, he moved his wrist and said:

"Come on."

Tequila is also a strong alcoholic beverage, and it contains substances similar to stimulants. Although Scar Henry is big, his mind is not vague at all. After drinking tequila, his strength increased by 1 point to 10 points. Fang Senyan calmly sat beside him sipping rum, still looking confident of winning.

Although Fang Senyan was still considered strong, when he rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his right hand to shake Scar Henry's huge palm, he suddenly looked thin and pitiful. You know, if we only talk about body size, Fang Senyan's height of 1.77 meters and body weight of 75 kilograms are really like a child in front of this guy! After the two began to exert their strength, Fang Senyan suddenly felt an indescribable huge force transmitted from his wrist, which immediately pressed Fang Senyan's hand to a 45-degree angle with the table, and his whole body was tilted. His eyebrows raised like knives, and he immediately exerted all his strength.

The wooden wine barrel under the two people's buttocks immediately made a light "click" sound, obviously unable to withstand the huge impact and cracks appeared. Fortunately, the old oak round table on which the arms were placed was covered with scars, but it was quite solid and stood still.

The people next to him exclaimed. Usually, Scar Henry was invincible in the arm wrestling event and was quite famous in the entire Port of Tortuga. If the people on the three legendary ships did not take action, they would win more than lose. It was quite common for Fang Senyan to be forced into an absolute disadvantage in this way. However, Fang Senyan was the first one who could hold his ground even when forced into such a disadvantage!

The faces of both of them flushed at the same time, and the veins on their wrists burst out one by one. Both hands were trembling slightly. However, what was jaw-dropping was that Fang Senyan's hands were slowly and resolutely turning the disadvantage back bit by bit! Scar Henry's eyes widened, and his forehead was slightly sweaty. It seemed that he could only watch the enemy counterattack!

At this moment, the old oak barrels under the two people's buttocks could no longer bear it, and with a "crack", they flew apart. In order to avoid the embarrassment of sitting on the ground, Fang Senyan could only let go and jump back to stand up, and the competition ended in vain. The people watching nearby sighed, obviously regretting not being able to witness a good comeback.

Scar Henry, however, was very single, and laughed:

"Why did this damn barrel come out to mess up the game at the critical moment? I lost this game, Mad, give this gentleman 40 shillings."

Mad was a short and strong man in his 50s next to him, with some gray hair. After hearing this, he threw two pounds into Fang Senyan's purse very straightforwardly, and then threw the purse back. Fang Senyan did not leave, but snapped his fingers to the bartender, asking him to give everyone here a glass of rum - of course, the 4 shillings/large glass kind. Then he shouted angrily:

"I am Sailor Yan, I came from China in the east. A greedy ship owner hired me and promised me a 10% share of the profits. After sailing tens of thousands of miles, he successfully sold the raw silk and ceramics he brought with him at a profit of 20 times, but got me drunk and abandoned me in this beautiful and strange place!"

Speaking of this, Fang Senyan raised his glass high:

"May the devil curse his soul!"

The people present were either sailors or pirates, and they had no good feelings for profiteers. The few people who were invited by Fang Senyan to drink also felt the same way, and raised their glasses at the same time and shouted:

"May the devil curse his soul!"