When Byron walked out of the captain's cabin again, in addition to several silver plates that were cleaner than licked, he also had an extra book in his hand.
——"Bloody Mary's Gourmet Recipe"!
In order to repay him for saving the pirate ship, Captain Salman publicly promised that he could choose one piece from his collection as a reward.
Byron first removed the [Storm Seal Ring] that was firmly attached to the opponent's hand.
I quietly activated [Echoes of History] and looked around the collection in the captain's room, but I didn't find a second strange object that couldn't be directly identified.
It is confirmed that this [gourmet] is probably also a poor man.
The gold and dollar sequence is a bottomless pit.
At the moment when Salman, who was full of wine and food, asked him to make a choice.
Byron immediately seemed to be unable to restrain his instinctive desire, and snatched the ancient-looking cookbook with some impoliteness.
"I want this book!"
Salman pretended to think about it for a while, and then agreed with great pain.
The fact is that this was his purpose. If Byron hadn't taken away the recipes like the previous chefs, he would have really had a headache.
Two actors with different motives, one is better at acting than the other.
It's a pity that even Salman would never have thought that Byron was a genius who had a [spiritual] awakening before he reached adulthood.
Moreover, the extraordinary knowledge and trump cards he possesses are far beyond his imagination.
However, Byron was not sure whether his quantified spirituality, which was only "1", was enough to proactively use [Echoes of History] to decipher the secret of this strange object.
I decided to take it back first and try it again when I was alone at night.
"Mr. Byron, come on, you have been busy, you haven't had dinner yet, right?
I left a portion just for you.
And with special permission from the captain, we still have fresh light beer that we can drink today. "
Byron was originally going to go back to the kitchen directly, and had no intention of contacting the pirates who were divided into several circles on the deck and were enjoying wine and food.
Unexpectedly, little Hans, who had been paying attention to the movements in the captain's cabin, waved to him from a distance, and even ran straight over and pulled him enthusiastically towards his small group.
"Mr. Byron, sit down quickly."
"Mr. Byron, let me pour you a drink."
After a while, he was invited by several young pirates to a table built with wine barrels and wooden boards, and they served him wine and meat diligently.
Byron looked around and found that most of the people sitting here were skilled sailors with high status on the ship.
The leader was [Shipbuilder] Hans and his son who were very fond of him.
The two trainee navigators, Thomas and Parry, are not yet capable of independent navigation and have been learning from the former navigator.
During the day, they had been conquered by Byron's miraculous navigation skills, and the enthusiasm on his face at this moment was not inferior to that of little Hans.
And according to their functional arrangements, they will also follow Byron, the acting navigator, in the future, learning and working until they can take charge on their own.
The two men already claimed to be Byron's direct descendants, and they were proud of each other.
Except for a few veteran gunners, the rest of the crew were all young pirates who had only been on the ship for a few days through various channels because their families were poor.
I still have the innocence (stupidity) that is unique to my age. I feel that Mr. Captain, a transcendent person, cannot be so petty and deliberately suppress the newcomers.
What is particularly worth mentioning is that there is a young man sitting in the corner who is missing two fingers and has only been hastily bandaged.
Byron knew that his name was Jon, and that he was an ordinary sailor and a cook in the kitchen. He had just helped him process the ingredients and distribute the dinner.
He was also the unlucky guy who had two fingers bitten off by [Blood Eyes] Salman at noon today!
There are people from all departments in this small group. There are more than a dozen in total, but they can barely sail a sloop.
None of the most powerful Marines among the pirates are here.
Most of them, together with the backbone of the ordinary crew, gathered under the command of the first mate [Bone Crusher] Miles and occupied another corner of the deck.
Listening to the noisy voices over there, this group of crew members with the highest moral standards on the Cannibal Shark were still fighting for Byron.
"Hmph, those people are really white-eyed wolves, don't they know who they are alive for?
The Creator will make the ungrateful pay his debt! "
“The second commandment of the Ten Commandments: Everyone is fair, the capable are superior and the mediocre are inferior.
Except for the position of first officer, no other position is worthy of your merits.
Mr. Byron, you should argue your case with the Captain.
If an honest person like you compromises so easily, you will be bullied by others on the ship in the future. "
"That's right, pirates are the freest people on this sea. If there are no clear rewards and punishments, why should we let other outstanding pirates join us?"
"..."
Feeling their kindness, Byron, who had just experienced a huge change and was wary of outsiders, felt a rare warmth in his heart.
Then he smiled nonchalantly:
"It's okay, I'm still young, the captain must be exercising my abilities.
Young people cannot aim too high and only look at immediate interests.
It depends on the future development space in the collective.
As long as we give selflessly, the captain will see it, and sooner or later we will be promoted and raised, and get more rewards.
The better the Pirates are, the better we will be.
As the saying goes, when a big river flows with water, a small river is full! "
In my previous life, I was a laborer who ate everything I could. I knew this phrase by heart, and even reached the high level of my own CPU.
Now it comes naturally at your fingertips, without any violation.
When he looked into the eyes of the pirates, he told them the truth sincerely:
"Really, suffering is a blessing. I am not interested in being a vice captain at all."
If an incompetent person says this, it will only arouse ridicule and be regarded as cowardice.
Humility and courtesy are the least useful qualities on a pirate ship.
But when Byron, who had already proven himself, said these words, the pirates seemed to see a circle shining above his head.
"What a nice guy!"
A group of people also believed more and more firmly that compared to the other side, the first mate Miles had a few more drinks and was talking loudly.
Byron was far better suited to be the ship's first mate.
'If Mr. Byron had not been such an extraordinary being as the Captain.
A gentleman who is humble, fair and full of grace to his own people is far more suitable to be... captain than that cruel and crazy guy! '
There was even such a bold idea that suddenly came to more than one person's mind.
Obviously.
Even ordinary people who don't understand extraordinary knowledge can tell that their captain's condition is getting worse and worse as long as they stay on this ship for a long time.
No one wants to be the next person to disappear inexplicably.
Especially the assistant cook Jon, who had two fingers bitten off and had been given the new nickname "Eight Fingers", a trace of hatred mixed with fear flashed in the depths of his eyes.
'monster! They only bully honest people like me and Mr. Byron! '
Although only a small seed was planted for the time being, a small group centered on Byron gradually took shape.
"Well, now that the captain has made a decision, this matter ends here.
Don't talk anymore, let's have a drink. "
Old Hans, the most steady among the group of young people, knocked on the table with his beech pipe and took the lead in picking up the beer glass in front of him.
Byron was also very gregarious. He picked up his glass and clinked it with everyone, then drank the fresh beer in the glass in one gulp.
The shelf life of beer is far less than that of rum. Whether on warships, merchant ships or pirate ships, this is the first batch of objects that quartermasters want to eliminate.
However, after drinking the beer, Byron's nose suddenly moved.
He turned to look in the direction of First Mate [Bone Crusher] Miles and his group, only to find that what they were drinking was rum.
The open oak barrel next to him exuded a strange smell that was somewhat familiar to him, a strange smell of blood mixed with sweetness.
It's exactly the same as the bottle of bloody Bacardi rum that [Blood Eyes] drank before!
The only difference is that the alcohol content is not as good as the former.
It's like a cocktail, with the same kind of auxiliary additives added to the ordinary base liquor.
Moreover, [Spiritual Vision] also saw that among the pirates, who were mainly stormtroopers and killed the most people, they all exuded a bloody aura similar to that of the group of man-eating sharks.
"This is the blood wine [Battle Blood] specially gifted to us by the captain. After being prepared by him as a [gourmet], we can gradually master extraordinary power.
In the past, I could only drink it once every half a month.
Now that the captain has considered the loss of manpower too much, he has decided to let us have a drink every day from now on.
But...only warriors who truly charge into battle are eligible to enjoy it! "
First Mate Miles said this and glanced at Byron on the other side of the deck provocatively.
extraordinary!
If you are a powerful extraordinary person yourself, and you also have extraordinary power that can be given to others, you will have infinite centripetal force.
Even the captain [Blood Eyes] Salman is as scary as a time bomb, making them live in fear all day long.
For this pie, they have always firmly supported the [gourmet].
'Blood wine? Warrior blood?
A [Gourmet] with a normal gold and dollar sequence doesn't have this ability. '
Byron ignored Miles's provocation and wanted to kill him like a dog.
He just had deep thoughts in his heart and quickly finished his dinner, giving only the mutton to little Hans.
clang clang clang...
Soon, a bell rang on the ship.
It's not an alarm bell, but a navigational bell made by [craftsmen] telling the time.
Unknowingly, the time has come to seven o'clock in the evening.
First mate Miles drank the wine in his glass without finishing it and ordered to everyone:
"It's already seven o'clock. Clean up the deck, check the anchor rope, and go back to the cabin to sleep."
[Commandment Three: Turn off the lights at eight o'clock in the evening, no drinking after that, and no boarding on the deck between two and four o'clock. 】
This was always the case on the ship, and the pirates had no objections.
When the small circle was about to part ways, the old Hans took a sip from his beech pipe and blew out a deep smoke ring.
He warned meaningfully to the group of young people in front of him who had just boarded the boat:
“I’ll give you a piece of advice: remember the [Ten Commandments of Pirates] and never break them on this ship!”
