"Suoan, I'll leave the task of recruiting sailors to you. You don't need more, about twenty or thirty, well, you also need one or two at the helm."
"I will offer sailors a weekly salary of 12 DOLA, and if they perform well in the future, the salary can be raised to 15 DOLA. For helmsmen, I will offer a weekly salary of 18 DOLA, and if they perform well in the future, the salary can be raised to 21 DOLA."
"This salary is definitely not low. I believe those idle young sailors in Santan Town will not refuse this job."
"I will give you a sum of money later to advance the wages of the sailors. As for the extra money... I will leave it to you to buy wine."
"Understood." Suo An nodded.
"Very good, let's meet at the shipyard in three days." Plisson took out a wad of bills from his arms and handed them to Suo An beside him.
"Thank you, Captain." Suoan took the wad of banknotes in surprise. Sure enough, just as he expected, the captain who had commanded nearly a thousand pirates remained as generous as ever.
Pleasant and Soan parted ways. Suoan took Pleasant's mission to the dock on the other side of Santan Town, while Pleasant took Onai to the West Street of Santan Town. He now wants to Go find someone, someone he hasn't seen in a long time.
After walking through streets that were both familiar and unfamiliar, Plisson and Onai finally arrived at the West Street of Santan Town that Carosha's landlady mentioned.
Among the neatly arranged rows of houses, Plisson quickly found No. 89.
It was a slightly dilapidated bungalow with low eaves and an old style. There were even a few cracks on the wall outside the house, which were particularly conspicuous among the surrounding houses.
"It's strange. Old Hank shouldn't be so poor. Although his little tavern's business is in slump, when the old guy first came here, he left him a lot of gold and silver treasures. In addition, in the past No matter how much he can spend some of the savings he saved while working with the old guy, it won't be ruined like this." Pleasant looked at the dilapidated house in front of him and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
Although Old Hank is not a superman, he is definitely the best gunner on the old guy's previous ship. He has an enchanted musket with two rare magic patterns in his hand, and his precise shooting can bring out the best of this advanced enchanted weapon. power.
"Hey, is there anyone?" Plisson knocked on the wooden door of the house in front of him with doubts. He knocked hard a few times, but there was no response. He waited at the door for a while, and the shabby wooden door slowly opened. It was opened, and the one who opened the door was a face that was slightly familiar to Plissen, but now it was very old.
"Old Hank?" Pleasant read out the other person's name with doubts, but the response he got next made him sure of the other person's identity.
"Little Wilson?" The sturdy old man stared at Pleasant's pale face with a smile on his face.
"Yes, it's me." After confirming that the other party was the old Hank he was looking for, Plisson smiled the same way.
"You have grown so big. We haven't seen each other for almost ten years. What about old Wilson? Why didn't he come?" The lean old man with gray hair on his temples opened the door. He was not tall. , can even be said to be very short, a full two heads lower than Pleasant, and his face is also very poor, giving people a vicissitudes of age, but his voice is sonorous and powerful, not like a young man at all. An old man over 60.
When Pleasant heard Old Hank mention his father, the smile on his face suddenly faded a bit, and there seemed to be an irreversible haze on his blue-gray eyes.
"You're talking about the old guy, he... died a long time ago."
"I have long expected that such a day would come. After all, old Wilson had wandered in the abyss in his early years and was entangled in many unspeakable things." Old Hank looked gloomy and sighed deeply.
"You know, his mental state has never been very good, especially after Konas came on board..."
"...I know." Plissen lowered his eyebrows, wondering what he was thinking.
Old Hank raised his head and looked at Pleasant, "I want to ask you a question...how did old Wilson die?"
"..."
Pleasant remained silent, as if he didn't want to mention the matter again.
"I know this is rude, but if you don't want to say it, forget it, come in and sit down, and let's change the topic." Old Hank stretched out his hand and motioned for Pleasant to come in.
"Yes." Plisson waved to Onai behind him, asking him to follow.
As the dilapidated wooden door slowly closed, an old man, a young man, and an old man entered the dilapidated house.
"Old Hank, how come you are like this now? I remember that you should have a lot of savings, but now not only the tavern has been sold, but even the house you live in is in ruins." Plisson looked at the old facilities in the room and said, Feeling a little strange.
Logically speaking, Old Hank shouldn't be short of money, but the dilapidated appearance of this house really didn't look like a place where a rich man would live.
"Hey, don't mention it. It's you, why did you think of coming to see me, an old man?"
"I happened to pass by Santan Town and thought of you, so I came here."
"I'm afraid that's not the truth." Old Hank took out a few glasses and poured a bucket of rum into the glasses. "It's not a good drink, so just drink it."
"You know my drinking capacity. You don't need a very good wine, just make do with it." Plisson raised his glass and took a sip.
"By the way, who is that female doll following you? Is it your child?"
"What?"
The wine in Pleasant's mouth almost spurted out.
"Old Hank, you are somewhat out of your mind. I am only in my twenties. Even if I have a child...it won't be that big. And this little guy is just prettier, not a girl." ." Plisson was a little speechless. If Onai is really his child, then he is very capable.
"Oh, it's been so long that I haven't seen you. I almost forgot your age. I admitted my mistake. I'll punish myself with a glass of wine." Old Hank raised his glass, drank all the wine in the glass quickly, and let out a hearty cry. laughter.
"Speaking of which, what happened to your eyes? Why are you still wearing such a big eyepatch on your face?"
"Eye?" Pleasant touched the eyepatch he was wearing, "The eye here is blind. It was blinded by the Imperial Navy."
"Imperial Navy...are you still following your father's old path?"
"I didn't want to go down this road, but someone forced me to go down this road." Plisson thought of the nobles who framed him and imprisoned him. If he hadn't been forced by the situation, I'm afraid he wouldn't have. Wouldn't choose to be a pirate.
"But fortunately, due to a sudden change, I temporarily got rid of this career that has always been attached to me. Now I should be regarded as an unemployed vagrant. Otherwise, I would have no free time to come to you to talk about the past."
"You seem to be having a hard time. Forget it, let's talk about something else. Where is little Luo Xi? She should be almost an adult now. She has been a beauty since she was a child. She must be as mature as her mother now. Got a beautiful beauty."
"she........"
Pleasant suddenly fell silent, and the smile on his face froze instantly. His already pale face became even paler, and his blue-gray eyes seemed to have lost their souls, without any vitality or look. Only this After a while, he seemed to be a different person, as if he had suddenly aged more than ten years.
It took a while before Plisson uttered a word from his mouth.
"She...she's dead too."
