Assassin’s Adventure

"The captain thought you were exchanging fire with the fortress, so he returned to the port alone."

"What is he doing back home?"

"Of course to cover you from leaving!"

Mickey was very dissatisfied with Allen's questioning, and the people in front of him were maliciously speculating about everything with anger.

"Let's go back!"

Allen finally gritted his teeth and issued this order, causing all the sailors to decide, how could they go back after they finally escaped from the place where the artillery and witches ravaged?

"The captain ordered us to go first. We will meet at Nassau, and he will find a way to find the boat."

Mitch said this, since the Jackdaw is safe and sound, Captain Gordon will not act rashly. It is not difficult to hide his identity and then find a ship to leave. It is not a wise choice for them to go back.

"There are no more ships! The ships in the port were either destroyed or left, and... I'm afraid our captain will really die here."

Allen revealed the whole truth of the matter. Serena is really a witch, and she has already killed her eyes. Almost all creatures are within the attack range, and according to rumors, the most terrible thing about witches is the black death that follows. Sick, he could even imagine that the entire royal fortress would usher in a disaster.

"...Do you think the captain can guess who the witch is when he arrives at the port? How will he react?"

Alan stared at Mickey and asked him what was about to happen, something that was logically bound to happen.

"Either killed by the berserk Serena, or killed by the fortress guards as an accomplice of the witch."

Mitch muttered to himself, understood Allen's anger, and understood why Allen insisted on going back.

"Let's go back!"

He shouted: "Everyone get ready for battle! Arms out, Harry, teach those slaves how to shoot, there's a tough fight to come."

Things were always going in the worst direction, and the good news was that they had enough manpower to keep the Jackdaw on fire.

"We can't go back!"

A sailor rushed in the direction of the rear deck rudder and grabbed Alan. His voice was deformed with fear, and his hands were shaking with anger.

"That's a dead end, we're just privateers, fighting pirates, or following the king's orders in war! We're not pirates!"

Attacking the French fortresses, their behavior is almost no different from that of pirates. Once their actions are exposed, they will be hunted down by the British navy, and even encircled and suppressed by the entire world's navy.

They were all sailors, and there were few people who wanted to become pirates, to become privateers, to sacrifice blood for the king and the country. There is no problem, but if you want them to become pirates, almost everyone will object to this. resolution.

"Our green sails and black flags are for this, you, I remember your name is Luther, without Captain Gordon's gold, without this ship, how well would your family live? Please, in In this **** age, for gold coins."

"Then I won't risk my life! Be a dirty pirate!"

Sailors called Luther's righteous words, not everyone can risk their lives because of one captain.

Allen took a deep breath, glanced at the sailors on the deck and said, "Does anyone else think the same way?"

The sailors all stopped their work, and no one spoke, probably out of fear of Alan's majesty. When the captain was away, the first mate had the highest authority, and could even directly define the sailor as a rebel and hang himself on the mast. superior.

"Then Mr. Luther, now you're trying to sedition, tie him up and hold him down!"

Allen's originally very depressed expression had turned iron blue, and the situation was already very critical, but someone jumped out to shake the hearts of the army.

He had thought about throwing disobedient sailors directly into the ocean like other privateer captains, but unfortunately they were on the shore.

And there are almost no few people with this kind of thinking, and direct execution will even lead to mutiny.

Two sailors loyal to Gordon rushed forward, ready to tie the sailor, but Luthor shouted.

"Stop, you idiots! The captain's order is: If the Jackdaw shows up as agreed, go straight to Nassau. It's not me who is trying to rebel, but First Officer Allen, who disobeyed the captain's order! "

The sailors who rushed up hesitated. They were just the most ordinary people. In order to make a living and obey the orders of their superiors, there seems to be a struggle for power in the current situation. Some people want to use this opportunity to pull Allen off his horse.

"You are slander!"

"You traitor!"

Both sides disagreed, because Luthor's remarks were indeed the captain's order on the surface, and it was safer, and won the support of several ships and many slaves.

They only think about their own way of life, not to die for someone they know not too long~www.wuxiaspot.com~ even if that person once freed them.

And Alan has the support of the whole ship at the top, Chef Smith, boatman David, boatswain Mitch and second mate Jon support.

Almost no one thought that Jon, as the Navy representative, would agree to this piracy.

"Rebellion is a capital crime, and the same is true for slandering the first mate, as usual."

Harry stood up, representing someone who remained neutral.

Everyone has their own opinions, and when the situation is unclear, there will always be people who are unwilling to join this kind of struggle.

"Luther, is there a problem?"

"definitely no problem."

"Where's Mr. Allen?"

"As I intended."

After getting affirmative answers from both sides, Harry nodded, and then beckoned everyone to back away, but some slaves didn't quite know what the convention was.

The crowd retreated to the bow and rear deck, leaving the main deck of the ship as a venue for the two. The so-called convention is to decide the winner through a duel. Of course, the loser ushered in death.

"Be careful."

Mitch patted Allen on the shoulder and watched him walk forward with the knife.

Solving conflicts at sea is sometimes so extreme. Although this is a common practice, it is the first time I have encountered it on the Jackdaw.

At first people were in high spirits, and even cheered for those they supported, but when the two men's machetes collided with each other, their smiles suddenly disappeared.

Allen is obviously much stronger than Luthor, but the battle between life and death is never a simple data comparison. Any interference from external factors, psychological fluctuations, and negligence of will to fight will lead to death.

When Allen's machete slashed Luthor's arm, and blood and screams floated across the boat, no one spoke.