traveler among pirates

Chapter 25 The real monster of the cloth
bass!bass!bass!
A few sword lights flashed in the air, and in an instant, a pirate ship on the sea was neatly divided into four sections.

"Help!"

"Strange, monster!"

"Who will save us!"

A pirate grabbed a piece, tilted the guard on the hull, and looked at the boat floating in the distance in horror.

Several pirates who fell into the water, each holding a few planks, floated on the sea.

"We shouldn't have thought about that ship."

A pirate looked sad, and looked at the boat in the distance with regret.

Not long ago, they saw a small boat on the surface of the sea. At that time, they all looked very excited.

During the boring voyage, in addition to robbing the passing merchant ships, the occasional unidentified ships can add a bit of fun to them.

They have done a lot of this kind of thing before, and they regard it as a game.

Whoever won the first shot, the next time he robs a merchant ship, that person can take priority and choose a small thing, which is also recognized by their captain.

This kind of bombardment of all passing ships is something that almost all pirates will do. After all, they are real pirates.

But this time, they capsized.

That monster, so far away from them, cut their powerful captain in half with one knife.

Then, before they could see anything, the boat was suddenly cut into four pieces.

This kind of strength, they have never encountered in this life.

"Ah~ It's really boring."

Hughes was sitting on the Maza, resting his chin on one hand and holding a fishing rod in his hand. Hughes had met Hughes three times just now.

Every time it was shelled, and then it was dealt with by Hughes with a single knife, and there was no one who survived Hughes' knife.

In return for being bored, Hughes would give their boat a little repair before leaving.

"Let's do something interesting~"

Hughes yawned boredly.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Hughes looked intently at the distant sea, which was an old wooden barrel.

He threw the fishing rod at the wooden barrel, and with a click, the hook hit the wooden barrel smoothly. With a twist of his wrist, the wooden barrel was pulled back to the boat.

boom!
Hughes put the barrel on the deck of the boat.

dong dong dong.

Hughes bent his fingers and tapped his knuckles on the barrel.

"empty?"

Shaking the wooden barrel, there was a sound of something rolling inside.

Hughes put his hands on both sides of the barrel, and with a little force, the wooden cover was unscrewed, and a smell of rotten wood wafted out, and there was a glass bottle inside.

Hughes bent down to take out the bottle, and through the wall of the bottle, Hughes found a piece of cloth inside.

At the mouth of the bottle is a cork made of unknown material. Because it has been soaked in stagnant water for a long time, it becomes rotten and difficult to remove.

Hey~
The mouth of the bottle was neatly cut open by Hughes with a hand knife.

Pour out the cloth, the cloth is yellow and old, Hughes unfolded it gently,

There are a few crooked red letters on it, like a child drawing a picture, but you can still see what is written on it.

"Save us".

Hughes rubbed the red letter with his finger, raised his hand and smelled it, it was blood.

"Well."

Hughes took out the recording pointer in his arms and looked at it, and then looked at the cloth strip in his hand. ,

Some tangled scratched his head.

After thinking for a while, Hughes chose to put back the record pointer, turn the rudder, and change the course.

Although he didn't know if the direction was right, Hughes still went against the current and headed in the direction the barrel came from.

"I hope the route will not be wrong, well~ it's just a matter of luck anyway."

Hughes looked at the cloth in his hand 'either to me or to it,'

Now that the cloth strip is in my hands, it means that the other party is lucky. I hope that the other party's luck will allow me to find the other party smoothly.

When sailing on the sea, you can't tell how long you have drifted.

But Hughes doesn't mind taking such a leisurely trip on the sea.

In the distance, a glare of light suddenly flashed across the sea.

Hughes threw out the hook and pulled it back. It was a drift bottle, the same style as the one in the barrel, and there were several wooden boards around the drift bottle.

Looking at the handwriting inside, Hughes judged that it was written by the same person.

"It seems that there is no direction."

Hughes put away the cloth again, and threw the bottle into the sea.

Lie back on the beach chair, put on the sunglasses, Hughes threw the fishing line into the sea, and took the gourd wine jug in his hand.

cluck cluck
This sea is really big, and Hughes' boat can't hold too much wine.

So Hughes often faces the problem of lack of alcohol, and the wine on the general pirate ship is really outrageous, Hughes would rather choose not to drink it.

Although Hughes can make wine by himself, it is impossible for Hughes to have a lot of raw materials on the boat, so that Hughes can make wine by himself.

But recently, Hughes found a convenient recipe and method for brewing wine.

It is to use some special sea kings and sea beasts, as well as some plants that are common on the seabed, as raw materials to brew a unique wine.

As for how to find those sea kings and sea beasts, this is just a trivial matter for Hughes.

For Hughes, sometimes fishing is not about whether the fish bites or not, but whether Hughes wants to catch it.

Hughes' knowledge is enough to allow him to clearly perceive all the creatures that appear within tens of kilometers of the seabed, and the movements of these creatures.

When Hughes is fishing, he can always follow the fishing line, perceive various fish on the bottom of the sea, and when he 'sees' the fish he is interested in.

He will flick the fishing line and let the fishing line wrap around the fish.

And because of this special fishing line, even if the targeted fish is tied up all over, they will not know what happened.

The more they struggled, the tighter the fishing line became entangled, and in the end it would even be strangled into their fleshy bodies.

The wine of Hughes is brewed by him using various sea kings and sea beasts caught from the bottom of the sea through a special brewing method written in an ancient book.

This kind of wine has a stimulating taste, and there is a strong mellow aroma in the mouth. Hughes can't describe what kind of taste it is.

Although it is brewed with sea fish, it does not have a fishy smell.

By the way, all the strange and weird books on Hughes were taken from the country where he was born, and there is an unknown number of such books there.

Although this wine has a high alcohol content, the average pirate would get drunk after just one sip, but this is not a big problem for Hughes.

A swordsman will never get drunk, especially a great swordsman!

Hughes put his feet on the side table, shook the flagon with one hand, and hummed a ditty with a relaxed expression.

"Huh? Starry sky?"

Hughes suddenly sensed a starry sky in the dark and oppressive deep sea.

The perception spread over, it was a school of fish, a huge school of fish, but the skin of this kind of fish in the deep sea can actually emit light like a star.

Thousands of these fish will gather together, making Hughes mistakenly think that it is a starry sky under the sea.

It happened that the direction of the fish school was the direction that Hughes was currently heading, so that was fine, at least he didn't have to worry about problems with the course.

After moving forward for a while, Hughes put down the fishing line, and the transparent fishing line hung in the fish school, and the star fish slowly wandered near the fishing line.

Hughes shook the fishing rod in his hand, and the fishing line wrapped around the starfish.

huh~
One fish in the school of fish disappeared, and the surrounding fish froze for a while, slowly approaching the position where the fish disappeared just now.

The fish was now lying on Hughes' chopping board.

Under the sun, the light of the stars on the surface of the starry sky fish seen in the deep sea can no longer be seen clearly, and it can only be seen faintly, with some lines on the body surface.

Perhaps only at night is the time for this kind of fish to be active.

A cold light flashed in his hand, and a plate of sashimi was placed in front of Hughes.

Twist a piece and put it in your mouth. The fish meat is soft and melts in your mouth, with a slightly sweet taste.

"tasty."

Putting down the fishing line, this time Hughes caught a bunch of starfish, which was enough for Hughes to finish a meal.

At night, Hughes sat at the dining table, a feast of fish under the starry sky.

After eating and drinking, Hughes sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, with his chest on his lap, meditating quietly.

The next day, the climate on the sea was still as changeable as ever. There was a hazy drizzle in the sky, and a thin layer of mist gradually filled the sea.

Just now, Hughes found another wooden barrel with the same content, but Hughes judged from the degree of soaking of the cork that he was not far from the source of the barrel.

Hughes completed his own, daily workout content.

The way Hughes cultivated himself was no longer as simple as what was recorded on the slate.

He is constantly adjusting the way of cultivation according to his physical fitness at any time, intensifying the cruelty of cultivation.

Correspondingly, Hughes can always feel that he is getting stronger.

This feeling of being able to clearly know that I am constantly getting stronger is great.

Hughes sometimes felt like a monster.

Even now, Hughes can still feel himself getting stronger little by little.

This kind of strengthening is getting stronger without limit. As for the bottleneck, Hughes has never felt it.

It has nothing to do with the content on the stone tablet. Even if it is just ordinary exercise, the feeling of becoming stronger still exists. It is just a systematic practice that makes Hughes stronger faster.

This is why Hughes is so confident. He is confident that even his own strength is still far from the top group of people in the sea.

But sooner or later, I will catch up, or even surpass!
He is like a monster, not only gaining strength from his usual workouts.

From the battle with the strong, he can quickly supplement his own deficiencies, absorb the opponent's strengths, and constantly strengthen himself, as if there is no limit.

(End of this chapter)