In a blink of an eye, time came a few days later.
The [Man-Eater Shark] traveled northward through half of the North Sea in the direction of two compass points to the north and west, against the cold currents and northeasterly winds along the ice sheet.
The sea breeze in late October is getting increasingly chilly, but the sunshine is quite nice.
clang clang clang...
On the back deck, Byron was sparring one against two, with the carpenter Hans and [Eight Finger] Jon, who had two fingers bitten off by Salman.
Even if they use real swords, the swordsmanship between the two sides is too different, and no one will worry about accidental injuries.
Based on the power system of this world [Silver Law], there is absolutely no future for fighting alone.
No matter how powerful the extraordinary being is, he must have an army of guards who are absolutely loyal to him, so as not to capsize in the gutter.
Although compared to the guardian knights and guards trained by his uncle and father with a lot of money, most of the pirates on this ship were rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs.
But these two guys who have not been contaminated by the [Transmutation Blood] have the potential for spiritual awakening. It is not impossible to use them if they are cultivated.
The trainee navigators Thomas and Parry, who were also under his management, were similar to them.
Basically, there is no hope for independent awakening. It is just a question of how many resources need to be spent on training in the later stage.
After a while of sparring, the two of them were out of breath, their footwork was messy, and they couldn't even touch a corner of Byron's clothes.
Seeing the two trainee navigators lying on the ground next to him with their tongues hanging out, Byron also felt that he had acted a little too hastily. He shook his head and sheathed his sword:
"The foundation of you guys is too poor. You haven't systematically learned swordsmanship at all. At most, you are at the level of ordinary militiamen.
Let’s put aside the [Fisher Sword Technique] that pirates must learn, and start learning by holding the sword first.
So does everyone else. "
He turned his head and asked several other young people in the small circle who were not so qualified to come closer.
Teach them step by step how to hold a sword.
“Hold the sword firmly, but don’t hold it too tight or your arm will tire quickly.
You only need to use force when cutting and blocking.
After completing an action, how to relax your hands is a very important ability. Fencing masters call it: soft hands.
This is a necessary introduction to learning any swordsmanship, making your hands more agile without getting tired and stiff..."
“The essence of the fierce [Fisher Sword Sword Technique] is to attack, attack, and attack again.
Beginners must firmly guard their 'attack line', which is the trajectory that the weapon must pass through if it wants to hit the opponent.
Remember the key points of offensive moves:
When attacking, never let your front foot touch the ground before the sword reaches the target, and never let the tip of the sword leave the best line of attack!
Only in this way can you stab the opponent faster than your opponent and save your own life..."
A group of young people listened very carefully.
They may be naive, but they are definitely not stupid. Everyone knows that every word Byron says now may change their destiny in the future.
Unlike the navy, which has a systematic training system, the pirate group pursues "the leftover is king".
Countless sailors who could not survive boarded the pirate ship. After experiencing bloody battles, as long as they were still alive, they would definitely become strong in life and death.
The more they learn now, the more likely they will become "leftovers."
This is the correct way to cultivate extraordinary people in a down-to-earth manner.
It's not as mysterious as the [Battle Blood], but it's really for their own good.
Therefore, in the minds of the small group that already worshiped Byron, he added a label of kindness in addition to being powerful, knowledgeable, and humble.
Especially [Eight Fingers] was extremely grateful to him.
With Byron, the master chef, standing in the way, he was no longer needed as a little helper to serve the terrifying captain.
It even gave him a glimmer of otherworldly hope.
The perfect knights who starred in the legend were nothing more than some of the people on the ship.
Feeling the fiery gaze of [Eight Fingers], Byron glanced at the [Logbook] and smiled knowingly when he saw the new content on it.
"Time: October 22, 1471, Silver Age.
The weather is sunny and the northeast wind is level 4.
Route: North Sea waters, offshore route of Yongye Peninsula, starboard side sailing - close to the wind sailing
Supplies: Pirate Ship Shark (Small Galen)...
crew:
Chef Jon, 19 years old, is a native of the North Bay and a fisherman from the Kingdom of Hattings. He has only received three months of militia training. He has a clean background and is so honest that he is almost cowardly.
Title: [Eight Fingers]
With the title of ridicule and contempt from his companions, the most helpless moment in his sailor career was engraved.
Because he was honest and easy to bully, he was sent to the most dangerous position by his companions with sinister intentions.
Ever since I boarded the ship, I have been living in fear.
The two fingers bitten off by the captain were the helpless blood and tears of a weak person, and also the helplessness of an honest man against his misfortune.
But this humiliation has been buried deep in his heart.
When the threshold is exceeded, even a trivial trigger may completely break through the bottom line of an honest person and usher in an explosive and terrifying backlash!
(Don’t bully those honest people casually, otherwise you may not find out until you fall that your life is only worth...five dollars.)
Loyalty: 91 (full value 100, may betray at any time below 60)
Knowledge: Fisher's Sword Slashing (Introductory)
Note: This ordinary passerby is the one person on this ship who most hopes you will replace Captain [Blood Eyes] Salman! "
[Echoes of History] The records of your own crew members are more detailed than those of the enemy, and there is also an additional reminder of "loyalty".
Even if you have never served as an officer on a ship, as long as you have played strategy games, you will know the significance of loyalty to an organization.
Just having it means that Byron knows the status of his crew at a glance.
Not only can it keep out hidden dangers, but even if one of your own is suddenly incited to rebel, you can detect abnormalities immediately.
And now he is only one short of...the title of captain.
The corner of his eye glanced past the door of the captain's cabin, and his face looked completely normal, as if he had never seen the horrific scene that night.
At this time, the lookout who had been guarding the mainmast suddenly shouted:
"Look, the buoy on the sea, Iron Anchor Bay is here!"
No matter what they were doing, the pirates on the ship were all in high spirits and rushed to the deck one after another.
During the previous escape, in order to break the hook of the warship, the extremely dangerous "anchor steering" was used to shake the whole ship.
Comprehensive repairs had to be carried out in a large dry dock.
Only Anchor Bay, the largest pirate port in the North Sea, could meet the demand.
Moreover, they have lost more than half of their personnel. Even if they see merchant ships, they can only stare blankly, hoping to recruit a group of elites who can fight and dare to attack from Iron Anchor Bay.
More importantly, [Man-eating Shark] usually only needed to "sacrifice" the chef every now and then.
But catalyzed by Byron's never-the-same gout package.
In this "darkness before dawn", Salman's attacks became more and more frequent, more and more painful, and more and more crazy.
Several people have disappeared on the ship in the past few days, which makes everyone feel insecure and want to get off the ship as soon as possible.
"Huh? Why are there only buoys here, and what about the port?"
Most of them came to Iron Anchor Bay for the first time, and they were a little confused when they saw the scene in front of them.
Not far from the bow, there was only a simple barrel buoy tied with an anchor rope, with a skull pierced by a spear.
A short distance behind the buoy is a wall of white mist.
There was no sign of a pirate port at all.
Although Byron was well-informed, he had never been to Anchor Bay, which only pirates could enter. He had only heard many legends about it.
Just when the pirates were getting restless.
"Anchor Bay is right here."
The door to the captain's cabin suddenly opened, and Salman [Blood Eyes] limped out.
Good food - serious illness - cannibalism - relief - good food - serious illness - cannibalism... cycled over and over again in him.
His stomach was gradually conquered by Byron's cooking skills, and he could not do without his delicious food for five meals a day.
Especially after bringing out the hot pot, which can be used to cook everything, and the wise saying that "all nutrition is in the soup", Salman must eat the bottom of the seafood pot before giving up.
I'm afraid this day is almost over.
It depends on which of the two of them can hold on first.
He took out the "Ten Commandments of Pirates" written on parchment and covered with bloody fingerprints from his pocket, and placed it solemnly on the steering wheel.
A bloody spiritual glow spread over his eyes.
Slowly read out the lighthouse sequence, also known as the pirate ship sequence, the motto that all extraordinary people abide by:
"Strength is better than hard work!"
Buzz—!
In Byron's [Spiritual Vision], a secondary legal net that was different from the [Silver Law] instantly emerged, perfectly matching the [Ten Commandments of Pirates].
That is the iron law of royal power belonging to the pirate emperor - [Pirate Code].
The bloody spiritual glow overflowed from the French net, dyeing the white mist in front of his eyes red, forming a pirate emblem exclusive to the shark-riding skeleton of the Man-eating Shark.
Suddenly rushed into the depths of the mist.
Soon, a "crashing" sound of paddling came from the depths of the white mist.
