Assassin’s Adventure

After venting their anger, the slaves began to retreat in fear. Many of them were only participating in this life-and-death fight for the first time. Seeing the tragic phenomenon they caused, they smashed people into flesh and blood. Worse than muskets and swords.

Some people started to vomit, mostly those of the yellow race. The black slaves were used to seeing blood during the slave hunting war, but some people roared up to the sky to vent their emotions.

Finally, they stared blankly at Gordon's group, the men who had freed them.

Slaves are not easy to survive in this world. The escaped slaves are caught and executed. In such an island city, in a port covered by a fortress, within an hour, a patrol will arrive, and they have no way to escape.

At this time, Gordon is in control of their survival, and his attire is undoubtedly a captain.

This cigarette was a little hard to smoke, it didn't have the usual sweetness, only the bitterness of tobacco, and the cigar was extinguished halfway through. He looked up at the expectant slaves, waiting for his words.

But he was silent for a long time, the liberation of slaves did not make him feel the slightest joy, nor the slightest sense of accomplishment, in the final analysis, it was just the result of his own impulse.

"Captain... escaped one."

Mickey and the two sailors came over again, because they had seen the fierce light in the slave's eyes.

Silence brings suspicion. The slaves have no way out. They have to get on Gordon's ship. If they don't give it, they will grab it.

The musket has been in the rain for too long, until the gunpowder is useless. There are only four Gordon and his party. If they can attack, it is not difficult to take it down.

Gordon raised his head, of course he could see the fierce light hidden in his eyes. This is human nature. In order to survive, people will not remember kindness and deceit. They will hate all similar people, such as skin color.

"What the **** am I trying to do?" Gordon smiled and shot himself, killing a dozen or so people, just to save that irrelevant hundreds of silver coins?

"Picture what? Captain?"

Mitch looked at Gordon suspiciously, thinking the question was asking him.

"To be happy, of course, my boatswain."

Gordon stood up from the stone, the bullet hole in his back was still bleeding, and the rain washed his clothes.

"I need fifteen people to be my crew."

He said this, looking at the slaves below, waiting for their choice?

People were less able to understand Gordon's words, and a small number of English-speaking people began to whisper among them, conveying the full meaning.

Only fifteen people were needed, and when this sentence was conveyed to everyone, there was a violent quarrel, and some people looked at Gordon with murderous intent. But the other part of the people suppressed the noise.

A black slave was elected. He was not so strong, even a little lame. He had been a slave for many years, so he had learned a lot of English.

As for the issue of looks, this is indeed a very serious issue, after all, these black people look almost the same in Gordon's eyes.

"Dear Captain... Please help us and get us out of here, wherever we go."

He said this, stumbling, looking at Gordon with a little fear.

"I only need fifteen people."

Gordon stood by his words without wavering.

"You freed us and saved us, why did you put us to death."

Gordon looked at the person who was elected to communicate, with pleading eyes and a sad tone. Such a person can always touch people's hearts of sympathy.

"I don't have the ability to control your life or death. I can't find a place for you in the West Indies, America, Europe, and East India. I need fifteen crew members, that's all."

The black man looked behind him, there were at least fifty people, fifteen places, what a cruel choice.

"Please, Captain, you are a kind man..."

"Nassau!"

Suddenly someone shouted in the crowd, the pronunciation is not standard, but it can resonate with people.

"What is he saying?"

Gordon looked at the crowd that became a little noisy, a little puzzled, that kind of joy passed from ear to ear, and seemed to have found his way of hope.

"Nassau Harbor, sir, the legendary kingdom of freedom, where slaves can have the status of free people, without oppression, and enjoy the same rights as citizens! Please, just take us to Nassau."

Gordon smiled contemptuously, Nassau, those jokes made by the pirates, it's not that he hasn't been to Nassau, maybe the order is better than Tortuga Port, of course, the essence of the pirate port has not changed, slaves , Hehe, most of them are sold to various pirate ships to become pirates, and the rest are sold to plantations, taverns, brothels, markets, etc.

But it seems that becoming a pirate is really a way out?

"pirate…"

His heart was full of mixed feelings. At first, he hated pirates and wished to kill them cleanly, but Captain Jack changed his mind a lot. Now, he is the only one who sees these poor people. The road is the pirate.

The British privateer captain who served the royal family is now sending some poor people to become pirates? What a ridiculous plan.

"Why, give me a reason, I've done enough for you, Nassau's course is too far from mine, you can't ask everyone to give you mercy."

"Sir, we have nothing. If you fancy anything, you can take it."

At this time, the black slave has the momentum of being barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. It is not about what you want, but what we have and you can take it yourself.

"…"

Ragged shoes, clothes, probably the most valuable truckload of coal mines, and mining hoes?

"Forget it, as long as one day in the future, when Captain Gordon is in trouble, someone will be able to stand up and fish for it."

Nassau, if he remembered correctly, the port would be officially colonized in a few years, with the establishment of the Governor's House as an important position to control the northward movement of the West Indies.

These people may be insignificant, but they may be able to provide themselves with some useful information in the future.

Time is running out, and the people who escaped might be on their way with soldiers.

"Bordeaux, you go back and inform everyone to meet up and change to green sails."

He ordered it to the burly sailor, who nodded to show that he understood, and then prepared to run down the hillside.

"Get on the carriage!"

"Yes Captain!"

The mine was far from the main city, and it was raining outside, so they didn't have to worry about the guards' pursuit for at least two hours. At this time, Mickey dug out the bullet on Gordon's shoulder with a dagger.

The armor and extraordinary recovery ability have become Gordon's life-saving talisman, otherwise he would have become a one-armed captain.