Set Sail! Storm in the Caribbean! Chapter 5: The Pirate's Test

Chapter 5 The Pirate’s Test

Because navigators are often shrouded in a mysterious aura, they usually have high prestige among the crew. On some pirate ships, the status of the navigator is even equal to or even exceeds that of the captain. By the way: The protagonist of the Pirates of the Caribbean series: Jack Sparrow is not only a captain, but also a very, very good navigator. This can be seen from his ability to successfully find the Fountain of Youth, so his captain status is not shake. In Plus 4, although he was forced to board Blackbeard's ship, he was still able to successfully trigger a riot because of his status as the navigator.

Obviously, on the Bell and Wineglass, the navigator, Mr. Charles, was very capable, but he was also a restless guy, but he was inseparable from the pirate ship. Therefore, the captain very cleverly introduced his henchman Scar Henry to fight with him in the ring, while he stayed aloof and acted as a bystander to distract him. Scar Henry came to find him on the ship. I'm afraid he didn't have any good intentions. He probably wanted to weaken Ciel's men's ideas - it didn't matter if he died, it would be a surprise if he was still alive.

But at this time, Sheyan didn't mind being a knife in someone else's hands. Because on the way to the Bell and Wineglass, it can be clearly seen that the pirate ships that recruit people are far inferior to the Bell and Wineglass in terms of size and scale. If he backed down under such circumstances, it would undoubtedly be equivalent to sacrificing the good for the sake of the weak for Fang Senyan. A great opportunity was given up for possible danger.

So after hearing what Charles said, Sheyan immediately stood up, took a very steady step forward, put his left hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and said forcefully:

"Sailor Rock from the East, willing to accept the test of the Bell and Wineglass!"

Charles looked at Sheyan, then turned his eyes to the boatswain next to him with a gloomy face. Boatswain Caron is a one-eyed dragon, wearing a wide-sleeved wristband shirt that is so dirty that it cannot be seen from the inside, a linen waistcoat on the outside, and a light stabbing sword popular in the Latin Sea at his waist. Facing Ciel's suggestion, Caron raised his chin to his crony Gert, and the black man with his upper body exposed and his hair in pigtails stood up.

To be cautious, Sheyan also immediately activated his insight ability and obtained Gert's information.

Wild-haired Gott

bell and goblet sailor

Height 6 feet 4 inches (1.98 meters), weight 108kg

Strength 6 points

Agility 4 points

Physical strength 5 points

Perception 7 points

Charm 5 points

Intelligence 5 points

Spirit 5 points

Basic melee combat level 2, basic endurance level 1, and basic distance combat level 1

Gert arrogantly walked up to Sheyan, raised his thick lips contemptuously, and faced his demonstrative face for a while before retreating, pulling out the sharp knife from his waist and licking it arrogantly shouted:

"Comon, kid, I will help you bleed!"

Sheyan was silent, and when Charles raised his hand to indicate the start, he suddenly said loudly:

"slow!"

A sarcastic expression immediately appeared on Ciel's face, and even Scar Henry was a little irritated, wondering, could this guy really have a silver pewter gun head that cannot be relied upon and is going to give up on him? The pirates around him started laughing and yelling, but Sheyan said calmly:

"In our east, once a duel with weapons is used, one person's life will be sacrificed to the sky. If I die, of course I have nothing to say. What should I say if he dies?"

Sheyan's words were like a cold wind blowing by, stimulating everyone to shiver. Scar Henry was certain in his heart and laughed and said:

"Gert, did you hear that? If you are afraid of death, go down quickly."

Gert is also a desperado - after starting a promising career as a pirate, who doesn't hang out with his head in his belt? He screamed strangely, raised the knife and stabbed Sheyan in the chest.

Fang Senyan reached out and grabbed the common Viking dagger!

Bright red blood immediately flowed down the sharp blade, but don't forget that Sheyan was in a nightmare world at this time, and his innate ability of tenacity had been activated!

"You received 35 points of damage. Your innate ability of toughness came into play. The actual damage you received was 10 points!"

Gett screamed strangely, and suddenly wanted to withdraw the dagger, but found that the dagger seemed to be welded into steel and did not move at all!

Fang Sheyan's eyes suddenly flashed as if on fire. He took a step forward, leaned down, lowered his shoulders, rushed forward, and slammed into Gert's abdomen!

Gert's face suddenly turned blue. Anyone whose stomach is touched like this will have a severe nausea as the first physiological reaction, followed by indescribable pain. But Sheyan had no intention of stopping. He raised his hands flat with his elbows and swept across, hitting his left and right temples hard. Then he stepped behind him with a quick glide. A princess hugged this guy up, then aimed at his bent right knee and threw him down hard!

Fang Senyan's movements were clear, concise, and lively. It felt like Gert was like a folding stool in his hand, folding three times, five times five, and two times. It's just that the stool can be opened after being folded, but when a person is forced to fold it up and the back of his head touches his heels, it is destined to have a tragic ending.

The clear sound of bone cracking and shrill screams rang out, but Fang Senyan's expression was as cold as granite. He knew deeply that in front of these brutal pirates, only by being more brutal than them could they be in awe. Tolerance and kindness could only make people become objects of bullying! He threw away the mud-like Gert, cursed in his heart that he was a poor bastard and nothing fell. He shook off the blood flowing down his palm and said nonchalantly:

"Next."

The pirates around looked at each other. Fang Senyan's brutality had a very obvious effect. There was an inexplicable fear in their eyes. For this group of pirates, since they were doing this business, they naturally had to put their heads on their belts, but no one was willing to do it like this without any benefit. At this time, not only did Charles's face look extremely ugly, but even Scar Henry's smile was a little dry. His purpose was just to frustrate Charles's prestige. He didn't expect that this sailor Yan would be so cruel! At this time, such an embarrassing situation has arisen.

Charles's face changed several times. Just as he was about to speak, a man rushed out of the cabin. He was also a black man, with thick lips and no hair on his head. He looked bright and shiny in the sun. It was obvious that this guy had very long legs and a pair of fierce triangular eyes. He saw Gert's completely twisted body on the ground and immediately threw himself on it and burst into tears! After a while, he stood up and looked at Fang Senyan fiercely and said:

"Did you do it?"

Fang Senyan said coldly:

"I'm sorry for my mistake in the fair duel just now."

The black man tore off the necklace on his neck. A closer look at the necklace showed that it was made of ropes made of human teeth and hair, and then threw it in front of Fang Senyan, which scattered all over the deck. Then he said fiercely:

"I'm also sorry for my next mistake."

Fang Senyan's face changed immediately. He was not afraid of this guy's attack, but he had already withdrawn. The prompt of the nightmare mark:

"You have just suffered the curse of voodoo (black snake bite lv1), and your personal basic attributes will be temporarily randomly drawn and added to the enemy."

"Randomly drawing..."

"You reduce a point of spirit value, and the spirit value will be added to the enemy!"

Scar Henry sighed slightly, and then shouted loudly:

"The second test begins! Rock from the mysterious East vs. our Jamaican executioner/second boatswain: Wali Walika!"

At this time, the sunset was strong, burning the sunset glow on the horizon as if it was smeared with blood. The sea surface was also shimmering and dazzling. The two people were facing each other from a distance, and there was no one else. On this deck, the winner was not decided by the referee, but by life... or death. The one who could stand on the stage alive in the end was the winner. After a few seconds of stalemate, Fang Senyan stood still, while Waliwarika had bent down with great agility, pulled out a sharp short axe from his waist and walked slowly towards him.

His walking steps were very strange, as if the ground under his feet was very smooth and he had to walk forward, giving people the illusion of floating. This footwork originated from the dance of those primitive black tribes celebrating victory, which was called the hunting dance. It was derived from the famous Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu in later generations and was famous for its weirdness and unpredictability.

Suddenly, Waliwarika let out a shrill and strange cry, which made everyone's eardrums hurt. His feet slipped and his steps became bigger. He kept throwing the short axe in his hand from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand! He seemed to be aggressive, but his steps were quite empty, drawing arcs one after another. In fact, he was actually taking a step forward and then taking a half step back. If Fang Senyan took advantage of the situation and attacked fiercely, then the well-prepared Jamaican could naturally retreat and consume the opponent's physical strength to engage in the best fighting.

Fang Senyan's facial muscles twitched slightly. At this time, he had rich combat experience. The intentions of the guy named Wali Walika in front of him were clear to him. There was a trace of mockery in his eyes, and he accelerated his feet and rushed straight towards this tough Jamaican!