Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 6 "Foodies"

After boarding the ship, Byron never saw the notorious pirate captain Salman "Blood Eyes" in person.

But people had already deduced that he was an extraordinary being from his red-eyed shark "pets".

[Logbook] It is not possible to peek into Salman’s history as easily as looking into ordinary things.

That's why he wanted to get information through little Hans.

But unexpectedly I discovered a new secret.

The first extraordinary secret: The War for the Throne of Hastings - the shadow of the War of the Red and White Roses, although it gave Byron excessive feedback [Historical Reviser].

But the level of secrecy involved was so high that he could only see it but not eat it before completing the inauguration ceremony.

"[Secret: The Unspeakable Secret of Captain Blood-Eye Salman] is just right, with a historical influence of only 4%.

As long as I can solve his secret, my [spirituality] will no longer need to accumulate and settle, and I can directly hold the inauguration ceremony of the [Ladder of Glory]. "

So, when Byron heard little Hans' advice, he was not afraid, but was eager to try it.

Of course, I didn't forget to thank him sincerely.

"Cheers! Drink!"

"The fresh beer on the Pelican is still the best, and there are sausages and white bread. Finally, we don't have to eat those maggot-infested biscuits anymore."

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When Byron followed little Hans onto the open deck, he saw a group of pirates who had just successfully looted and were having fun.

Except for the helmsman, sailors on duty and other necessary personnel for sailing, most of them were holding bottles of wine and drinking heartily.

The ship's stockpile of biscuits and bacon was thrown far aside, and replaced by fresh food snatched from the Pelican.

As a former naval trainee who graduated from the Royal Naval Academy, Byron was accustomed to this scene.

Whether it is pirates, merchant sailors, or naval soldiers, the living conditions are far from as good as described in legendary stories.

The situation of sailors is actually similar to that of prisoners, but they have a greater possibility of drowning than prisoners on land.

The worst prison is a hundred times better than the hold of a sailing ship.

The ship reeked of hell: stench, resentment, fear, fever, dysentery, headache, heat, tuberculosis, scurvy, cancer and mouth ulcers.
Limited medical care has turned many minor illnesses into terminal illnesses.

The fresh water stored in wooden barrels in the bottom hold will spoil and stink in a short time.

But on a ship with a fuel shortage, drinking boiled water is a luxury, and usually only the wounded can enjoy this privilege.

Others could only drink rum mixed with sour water, or simply replace water with low-alcohol liquor.

The food they ate was even worse, with over-salted meat and damp, rotten biscuits being their staple food.

Every time I eat, I have to endure great physical discomfort to stuff rotten, maggot-infested food into my throat.

Byron heard more than one sailor quip with a hint of bitterness: "Black-headed maggots taste cool, not bitter like weevils, and taste good!"

Especially for pirates who cruise on the sea for a long time, it is difficult for them to get supplies in normal ports, and their logistical conditions are even worse.

Naturally, few people would take this path voluntarily unless they could not survive on land or wanted to escape legal sanctions.

There are few heroes on the sea, but villains are everywhere.

It is common for armed merchant ships to transform themselves into part-time pirates.

The two men struggled to squeeze through a group of smelly pirates and walked to the rear deck where the view was the widest.

A huge wooden table was placed here, filled with the food supplies looted from the Pelican, including fruits, peas, beef, lamb legs, and drinks.
A spherical figure surrounded by many pirate officers was eating with relish.

Byron could tell without little Hans's eye contact that it was none other than the supreme being on the ship, Salman [Blood Eye].

The first time he saw him, Byron knew why little Hans said he should be careful not to lose his composure.

This is a fat man.

A fat man who is only about 150 cm tall but weighs at least 150 kg!
The wide wooden chair under his butt creaked as he pressed down on it, and the silk aristocratic dress on his body was filled to the brim with his white fat.

On his round face, his eyes were squeezed by fat until only two thin slits remained. It seemed that the title "Blood Eyes" had nothing to do with him at all.

And even though he has become so fat, he still continues to eat a lot.

He swallowed a beef rib in one bite, a whole lamb leg with skin and bones in two bites, and even took the time to pour a whole bottle of rum into his mouth. There was also a nimble young pirate next to him, constantly sending shelled crab meat to his mouth.

Apart from the wine and meat, the fruits and peas on the table were untouched.

Byron had an inexplicable premonition that if anyone dared to stop the captain from eating, something terrible would happen.

After standing quietly in front of the Blood Eye for a long time, the fat captain finally had time to turn his head and look him up and down.

Suddenly he smiled dangerously, revealing a mouthful of overly sharp teeth:
“New chef?

Once you board this pirate ship, you will be a member of the "Man-eating Shark". As long as you abide by the "Ten Commandments of Pirates" on the ship, you don't have to worry about your safety.

Under normal circumstances you don't need to participate in the battle, your main responsibility is to cook for me.

If you can take care of others, the brothers on the ship will be grateful to you.

of course!

I am a gourmet and a little picky about food. The most important element of food is freshness. I hope you won’t let me down. ”

He spoke in a gentle and polite manner, and was not as scary as little Hans described.

It's hard to even imagine that this is a brutal pirate captain.

Moreover, the pronunciation is clear and it does not affect eating at all.

This kind of ability is really impressive.

Byron didn't care about the "freshness" that little Hans had repeatedly reminded him of.

With the awakening of his spirituality, all his memories of past and present lives came to mind vividly and clearly, including countless recipes he had seen before!
If you ask how long the recipes in Byron’s mind are, it must be longer than the life of [Blood Eyes] Salman!

The so-called "freshness" is no pressure for him at all.

Like a true noble butler, Byron saluted Salman with his hands on his chest, confident yet respectful:
"At your service, Captain."

The impeccable etiquette made the latter's eyes light up, and his eating movements became more elegant.

However, just as he straightened his back subconsciously, the rolled-up sleeves of his silk shirt fell down.

He revealed a pair of deformed hands that looked like chicken claws, and there were bumpy protrusions on his hands and arms, especially on the joints, which made people's scalp tingle at the sight of it.

Perhaps others cannot recognize it due to their limited knowledge.

But Byron, who had become a doctor after suffering from illness in his previous life, recognized at a glance that it was actually densely packed gout stones!
Even though Byron was knowledgeable, he had never seen a case as serious as his.

My heart was shaken:
'You're probably going to pee blood at this rate, right?

Not only is he extremely fat and overweight, he also eats a lot of meat and drinks alcohol, doesn't eat any vegetables or fruits, and doesn't drink water. Isn't this the way to seek death?'

[Secret: The Unspeakable Secret of Blood Eye] The decoding density jumped from 8% to 20% in one go.

The pirate captain naturally had no idea what this new member was thinking.

He ate and drank at the same speed, but he seemed to be getting hungrier the more he ate. He could never feel full. With his mouth full of food, he couldn't wait to ask:
“If the quality of the food is not up to par, then the only way to satisfy it is with quantity.

I have to eat five meals a day, and the next meal will be in three hours. You will definitely cook a special dish that I have never eaten before!"

Staring at Byron's eyes, two rays of blood as cold as knives suddenly burst out, exactly the same as those of the man-eating sharks.

It gave Byron a chill.

It was also at this time.

Click!

"what--!"

The young man who was feeding him staggered back holding his bloody left hand and letting out a shrill scream.

Salman was getting hungrier and hungrier, and ate too fast, so he bit off two of his fingers in one bite.

The other pirates seemed to be used to it. Although they were afraid, they all kept their heads down and no one dared to show any abnormality.

Byron was standing too close and a drop of blood splashed on his face, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it.

The worry about his "fellow patient" instantly disappeared, and he blurted out subconsciously:
"In your case, it must be lamb, seafood and cold beer!"

(End of this chapter)