Chapter 510: Baiting?
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Experiencing such a miracle, Philip once again bowed his haughty head before Sheyan.
Within the shipâs hold, Old Bath sighed deeply as he shut his eyes in despair, because he knew, this once proud apprentice of his, had already been utterly persuaded.
Henceforth, the originally downhearted Philip once again reignited his lifeâs mission. This signified that his goal for fighting would no longer be merely to protect his subordinates, but also to wholeheartedly campaign for this demon like male before him; raking in merits, and transforming himself to greater heights!
As the saying goes â a strong dragon cannot repress a snake*. There were reasons why Sheyan had been conducting himself bombastically, arrogantly and in a despotic fashion after stepping ashore Tortuga.
(TL:* chinese idiom which means, a local gangster who is above the law)
Firstly, because he possessed adequate strength.
Secondly, it was in preparations for his future schemes and plans.
Furthermore, the greater oneâs reputation amongst the pirates, the more benefits it supplied. For example, if Sheyan didnât possess a âRespectedâ reputation when he first entered this world, the pirates would probably have rolled their eyes and snubbed him. Who would be willing to become his underling?
Noteworthily, after Sheyan eliminated those few Royal British Navy ships, and presently dared to defy Skrtel, his current pirate reputation had already soared to nearly âReveredâ. Once it reaches âReveredâ, he would be on equal footing with the likes of Ammand. Even back in the Flying Dutchman, he would have the qualifications to become the Second Mate*.
(TN:*previously I used vice officer, they are the same term)
When pirates obtain wealth, they naturally wouldnât save it but instead, break into a wild whoring and gambling spree. It seems many of the pirate ringleaders also endorsed this point, because once their underlings expended all their wealth, they would have increased motivation to pillage. If one had an excessive amount of wealth, then matters of considerations would naturally multiply to women, wife, property, status.....
Just take the present world situation in perspective, will one observe millionaires running around the streets and fighting to their death? Or the prominent gang leaders of hooligans; they would naturally be embracing female celebrities or touring abroad, would one see them going around to fight with small flies? That was indeed the case, individuals who lack talent would be unfortunately chased around and killed....
The reason Sheyan was willing to distribute such exorbitant wealth to his underlings, was because he belonged to the vile category of those who would run after fishing up a plentiful harvest. He only had to consider his situation for merely 32 days. Therefore, he could obviously issue out extravagant booties to buy their loyalty and morale.
On the contrary, other captains had to minimally make considerations for the next 3 years. If they followed suit to Sheyanâs spendthrift ways, two years would be sufficient for their subordinates to amass a fortune and return to their hometowns in silken robes; leaving their ships empty.
After Sheyan whispered a few phrases to OlâSeadog, OlâSeadog and Canbi then brought along a dozen plus pirates and left; of course, Mogensha followed them as well. After several minutes, they returned with rum, roast meat, and even invited maidens who were able to tap dance over.
Though these women fell short of Sheyanâs aesthetic conception, reckoning that their cosmetics were too thick and lipsticks too excessive, he remembered; this was a generation without Chanel, Pondâs, OLAY, or Lâoreal Paris. Meanwhile, the pirates had their eyes captivated by these women, as they squawked and whistled.
Sheyanâs explanation to his crew was simple â to share both pleasures and burdens of life. As such, they had to delay going ashore to indulge themselves until their brothers of the other two ships arrive. Thus, he allowed them to first enjoy themselves on board. Naturally, his pirate crew wouldnât understand such a logic. Nevertheless, they definitely didnât dare to voice their dissent.
Right now, Sheyan had firmly captured the ship in his palms, with the direct aid of his trusted confidants â Philip, OlâSeadog, Canbi, Blacksail and several others, any trifling matter would no longer incite a âstormy seaâ.
As it turns out, the true aim of Sheyanâs bombastic behavior, was baitingâŠ...
Awaiting the big boss, Skrtel, who could genuinely preside over matters of Tortuga, to surface.
Sheyan believed that this individual would definitely show up, because for every minute the sea breeze blew against the naked buttocks and eggs of Alan Dale, it was akin to issuing a slap to Skrtelâs face!
Hence, Sheyan was reluctant to release his crew ashore. Because once the worst was to occur, every pirate of Tortuga may turn hostile towards them. If that happened, summoning his full forces in an attempt to flee, would still be possible. However, if his pirate crew were to be scattered throughout bars, they would be designated to be torn apart individually.
Yet unbeknownst why, Skrtel failed to show up. After waiting on deck for half an hour, Sheyan began feeling rather idle and decided to make a trip to the captainâs cabin to rest.
He wasnât someone willing to waste precious time, and had been assiduously researching in the field of his concoctions; hoping to advance a step further, and create newer gene-mixes. Besides, he definitely wouldnât be acquiring new recipes for his concoctions within a short span of time.
As for matters on the deck, he handed it over to Canbiâs jurisdiction; instructing him to inform him if any peculiar event arises.
Approximately 10 plus minutes had elapsed. Yet another batch of pirates came ashore. At present, the majority of the crowd had dispersed, nonetheless, there remained a handful who were still pointing towards here. Having just entered the port, those pirates couldnât help but join in the commotion.
When a red bearded pirate swept a glance over, he finally managed to identify the face of the naked buttocks hanging atop the mast. He mumbled in astonishment.
"Ainât that Alan Dale, subordinate to Skrtel? How could he have been humiliated by another, and hung atop a ship?"
"Whose ship be this, Redbeard, yer recognize it?" Another horse face pirate placed his hands over his waist, and asked with an imposing style of an elder brother.
Redbeard swept a glance through it, and suddenly laughed.
"Hoth, I be clueless about its owner, but the lad appearinâ like the crew head aboard is someone me knows. Yer recognizes him too."
"Oh." Hoth released a flabbergasted gasp, as he carefully scrutinized with his eyes. He then spoke with enlightenment.
"Ainât that be thâ tiny ringleader of a third rate ship, Canbi of the moniker, Iron-hammer?"
The pirateâs common understanding of ships was determined by the size and the amount of mast it had. Normally, a single-masted ship wouldnât be mentioned at all, while a 3-masted ship, analogous to Sheyanâs current Hill Maiden, would be known as a third rate ship. Following that, their rates would evolve by the amount of mast they had. A 5-masted ship was a stratum that allowed one to participate in a naval warfare as a main force. As for 7-masted ships, that was the core of flagships. Of course, such partitions did not include the bizarre oddities of legendary warships.
Both Hoth and Redbeard were respectively a Captain and First Mate of a 5-masted ship within Pirate Chevalleâs fleets.
At present, pirate Chevalle was still locked in gruelling warfare with the British Royal Navy at sea. Hence, they were here to purchase supplies to transport back.
Redbeard suddenly licked his lips and laughed aloud.
"I have been constantly apprehensive, that we wouldnât be able to purchase sufficient supplies the capân ordered us to purchase this time. Yet lookinâ now, tisâ be a golden opportunity from the heavens."
Hoth replied in confusion.
"What do yer mean?"
"Although Skrtelâs offensive might be rather weak in Tortuga, he controls nearly half of the merchantinâ portion. Today, his underling is dishonored and hung atop this third rate ship. Once we rescue Alan Dale and get rid of the scallywag responsible fer this, might we not be firmly supportinâ Skrtel? With tisâ connection, would I be fearinâ not completing the procurement mission capân has tasked us?"
Redbeard chuckled quietly. The more he deliberated, the more pleased he felt. He then continued.
"We have been constantly pressured beneath that scourge, Stonecannon. In the capânâs heart, he be the foremost figure of us fifth rate ships. I reckon him becominâ a sixth rate ship captain is round the corner. We will obtain massive merits if we can conduct this procurement affair well. Might we plan tisâ well, the days fer me ship to replace Stonecannonâs position be imminent!"
Instead, Hoth paused shrewdly as he observed the Hill Maiden and doubtfully muttered.
"However.....even Alan Dale be fallen to thisâ scallywag."
"That be that Alan Dale is a crippled! Look at his feeble state, usually lookinâ like a pestilence ghost! Who cares who the bilge-suckinâ capân of this ship is. Treatinâ a swab like Iron-hammer as gems, he be just a third rate ship captain! Do i believe he be flippinâ the skies over? In any case, Iron-hammer Canbi is part of us, he be clear of the internal codes of ours. Fer us to personally command him to release Alan Dale, that be givinâ him enormous face!"
Redbeard appeared rather impatient; without bringing along any pirate mates, they ascended to the deck of the Hill Maiden.
Presently, most of the pirates aboard were half drunk and had retired to their cabins to rest. Only Canbi and his few close confidants that were devoted to Sheyan, didnât possess the slightest bit of slack.
Observing the rampantly seated Iron-Hammer Canbi before him, Redbeard starting feeling some discomfort in his heart. Being a First Mate of a fifth rate ship, even the captains of Third rate ship would fawn towards him. During normal circumstances, he wouldnât even waste his gaze on such a lowly ringleader.
Redbeard took a step forward, before he grimly questioned.
"Might ye recognize me?"
If it was Canbi from a few days back, he would surely be trembling in fear and trepidation. Yet, he was a whole new different person now. Ever since he possessed sufficient might, his confidence naturally climbed as well! Thus, Canbi merely lifted a look in an unconcerned fashion.
"Ye must be Redbeard, aye. Smarty up and leave once yer done watchinâ, dontâyer know the rules? Shouldnât ye be reporting yer arrival before cominâ up me ship?"
After listening to him, Redbeard became rather speechless. Such a scenario was completely out of his expectations.
But at this moment, Hoth became extremely impatient as he flared up.
"Cut the crap witâ him! Canbi, let me be informinâ you. Yer capân actually dares to spoil the wonderful relation between me pirate Capân Chevalle and Mister Skrtel. Smarty up and release Mister Alan Dale, and kiss his toes to pray fer forgiveness. If not, be prepared to feed the sharks!"
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