Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 86: Tentacles, Tentacles Everywhere

Night falls.

The howling sea breeze over the North Sea became increasingly fierce, with the wind speed rapidly rising to a level 32 wind of 7 knots.

Huge waves surged up one after another, and the height was close to 3 meters.

Common sense would dictate this, in the prelude to an already obvious storm.

All sailing ships on the sea, whether they are majestic first-class ships or inconspicuous small sampans, should find a safe harbor and drop anchor early.

If anyone dares to continue sailing on the sea, even if all the sails are folded, the mast will be tragically broken.

Capsizing and sinking is their only fate!
What is strange is that this completely unreasonable thing actually happened on the outskirts of Anchor Bay, which is shrouded in fog all year round.

On the sea composed of countless "low hills", a huge fleet came, like a crab crawling sideways and sailing against the wind.

The eye-catching black-background blood cross flag on the mast flutters in the wind.

This means that they were the Hastings Strait fleet that set out from Bristol Port three days ago.

The largest flagship, the second-class ship [King Edward] has moved from the position of the lead ship to the center of the fleet.

Dozens of other battleships and cruisers surrounded him, forming a nearly perfect circle.

Whenever strong winds and huge waves hit them, their power would be inexplicably reduced by half.

As if afraid of something in the fleet, the Hastings navy was not affected by the storm.

No, to be more precise, they were not only unaffected by the storm, but the storm seemed to come from them.

It was exactly the same as the sudden storm during the Battle of Red and White Roses in the Strait of Dover!
"Report to the commander, Redbeard Edward has completely lost contact.

Word had come in a few hours ago that he was trapped in Valhalla during the fighting portion of the Overseer election.

But he hasn't responded to the new message I sent him ten minutes ago. I'm afraid he really can't open the maze of Anchor Bay for us as planned."

A young officer who looked less than 30 years old came to the command room and reported bad news to the fleet commander, General Norwich York.

The commander, who was standing by the glass porthole and looking at the mist outside, showed no anger on his face when he heard this. He just nodded casually:
"I see.

That famous pirate is just a casual move. If it succeeds, that would be the best, but if it doesn't, it doesn't matter.

The more elaborate the plan, the greater the chance of error.

This is the same principle as when we deal with those weird monsters and evil spirits overseas. Accidents themselves are one of the sources of danger, and we need to prepare early.

I hope you remember that tricks can be used, but when accidents occur, the only thing that can really cover us is our own strength!"

This young officer, who looks 50% similar to Fleet Admiral Norwich, is obviously of a different identity.

After hearing the commander's teachings, he still couldn't let it go. He raised a black conch in his hand and said with a painful look on his face:

“Father Commander.

Before we defeated Lancaster and took the throne, you gave me the task of liaising with Red Beard to plan for Anchor Bay.

Over such a long period of time, we have invested too much manpower and material resources in him.

This does not include the third-level ship [Nemesis] that we sold to him at a discount earlier.

Just the 10% of the loot from the more than privateers that later joined him and which were handed over to the family maritime court every year was a terrifying figure.

If all the money is squandered by Red Beard, the family's financial report next year will be very ugly!"

Norwich, the fleet commander of the White Rose York family and the commander-in-chief of the operation, waved to his son Norwich Jr.

He comforted him earnestly:

"My son, the noble York is not like those desperadoes.

The capital we have allows us to pay the cost of trial and error countless times, but they only have one life.

As long as we have power and wealth, we can make extraordinary people and talents in all sequences work hard for us.

Paying a small fortune and using their lives to prove that the espionage plan is not feasible, and that the strength of the Taiwanese people is beyond expectations, isn't this a very good deal?

As long as we kill them all, the money will still be ours.

Besides, this sea lacks everything except pirates chasing after wealth and power.

Didn’t Red Beard send back a list of free pirates?
After that, as long as these despicable pirates who intend to surrender to the York family and want to get alms from us are still alive.

We can relax the restrictions of the Privateering Letter and let them become new privateer captains and continue to work for the family."

Seeing his young son nod thoughtfully, Norwich patted his shoulder.

He glanced at the clock on the table and gave the order to attack:
"Okay, at least Red Beard has started the Black Mass ceremony in advance and successfully marked the stubborn residents of Anchor Bay with thirty counterfeit silver coins.

Since they have voluntarily given up the option of conversion, let them be completely destroyed!

The time has come. Take my warrant and go with the [Lawyers] to activate that thing.

In the future, this sea will still belong to you young people.

Although you are only a second-level professional [Lawyer], you must learn how to be independent from now on."

Realizing that the time for harvest had finally arrived, Little Norwich quickly stood at attention and saluted:
"Yes, Commander, I'll pass the order right away!"

He left the command room and walked down the wooden ladder from the deck hatch to the bottom cabin.

The second-class ship [King Edward] has a displacement of 1870 tons, a gun deck length of 54.1 meters, and a width of 15.14 meters. It carries 90 guns, including 32 28-pound guns, 18 28-pound guns, and 12 32-pound guns, plus 4 9-pound guns on the open deck, with a crew of 750 people.

In addition to the open deck, there are three through-deck gun decks below: upper, middle and lower. It is almost a small three-dimensional fortress.

There is a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps along the way.

Only the elite soldiers on the ship with the strongest will, the most outstanding strength and the most loyalty to the York family are qualified to come here.

Not only that, there was also a solemn and majestic atmosphere in the air.

It makes people subconsciously hold their breath, thinking that they have come to a courtroom where a verdict is being pronounced.

When a transcendent opens his [spiritual vision], he will see that the cabin is filled with a silvery-white network of laws.

At every corner, there was an illusory golden lion wearing a crown and holding a pure gold scale, staring at the people who came with its eyes as big as copper bells.

No one without permission is allowed to enter.

The level of security alone is comparable to that of the king's treasury.

Little Norwich made his way unimpeded to the lower gun deck, where it was pitch dark and all the gun ports were completely sealed.

It is well known that in strong winds and high sea conditions, the gun ports on the leeward side of a battleship would be submerged below the waterline.

When sailing, craftsmen must use wooden strips to nail the gun port from the inside of the side and insert the gun port bolt.

Then, use the caulking material made of pine oil mixed with hemp to fill the gaps on the four sides of the gun port and strictly perform waterproofing work.

Even though there was that thing on the King Edward to suppress the wind and waves, the waves outside were still higher than the main gun port.

In order to prevent sudden changes in wind direction, they simply sealed all the gun ports on both sides.

Preventing the boat from taking on water is one thing, but more importantly, there is a taboo that concerns life and death:

"Absolutely, absolutely cannot let that thing soak in sea water!"

In the bottom cabin, a group of more than a dozen [Lawyers] were closely guarding a box that was sealed with chains and laws.

They all wore bright red robes and white wigs, symbolizing the retreat of humanity, and at this moment there was only impartial divinity and judicial justice.

At the same time, he held the staff symbolizing punishment and power, and drew on the power of the Silver Law and the [Iron Law of Kingship - Magna Carta] to weave a legal net, tightly enveloping the box.

By integrating the power of the entire fleet, this place has been turned into the kingdom's maritime territory and the place where the royal power rules.

But young Norwich knew that the main purpose of the law was to defend against external threats, and its restraint on that thing was minimal.

What we really rely on is
The leader, a third-level [Lawyer] Chief Justice Dude Wright, pulled out an old shepherd's flute from his waist and nodded to little Norwich.

Indicate that you are ready.

"Open the seal and summon the 'Scourge'!"

The warrant signed by the fleet commander turned to ashes, and the seals on the box were peeled off layer by layer.

Everyone clenched the batons in their hands tightly, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

call--!
As the last seal was opened, thick water vapor carrying a pungent fishy smell that seemed to penetrate into people's bones instantly filled the bottom cabin of the battleship.

Inside the box was a large, brightly colored pottery jar.

Inside was a pale tentacle as thick as a human thigh, soaked in an unknown potion and looking severely corrupted.

But unlike ordinary octopus tentacles, its suction cup is full of ferocious mouthparts.

There is no need to use your eyes to see it, it appears the moment it appears.

Everyone felt as if something slippery was wriggling back and forth in the grooves of their brains.

Inexplicable images, language, and words poured into their eyes, ears, nose, tongue, skin, and any other place where their senses were located.

The wooden boards, rivets, cast iron ballast and wine barrels in the corner in the bottom cabin began to twist and transform into the tentacles of some oversized mollusk.

In the middle of the bumpy suction cups grew a drooling mouth and teeth, which surged towards the "Lawyers" in the cabin like a tide.

Boom!
The [lawyers] closed their eyes and slammed the staffs in their hands down to their feet.

A magic circle carved on the ground using some forbidden knowledge suddenly lit up, forming a shape resembling a compass.

One of the blood-red pointers slowly turned and finally pointed in the direction of Anchor Bay ten nautical miles (18.5 kilometers) away.

The tentacles also paused.

“Don’t remember what it looks like, don’t receive the information it spreads, and don’t explore its source.

As long as we are not marked, it will not actively attack us."

The Chief Justice's majestic voice sounded, slightly dispelling the tension in everyone's hearts.

Toot toot.
Suddenly, a chaotic and annoying flute sound was heard.

Dude Wright blew the [Second Level Relic: Pied Piper's Shepherd's Flute] in his hand.

Magically, at the sound of the flute, those phantom tentacles swayed slightly like snakes, then disappeared in an instant and appeared outside the battleship.

The dark clouds in the sky and the waves in the sea seemed to be affected by it, taking on indescribable shapes.

After determining the direction according to the compass array, it suddenly disappeared into the void.

(End of this chapter)