YM778.TV Chapter 506: Drafter of the Pirata Codex
Chapter 506: Drafter of the Pirata Codex
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Sheyan could feel a tremendous oppression, as he beheld such a gruesome yet bewildering scene. He breathed in deeply as his back was soaked cold. Meanwhile, Jiejie was gazing into a reserve crystal ball. After determining the absence of danger, she finally nodded as she faced Sheyan and emotionlessly declared.
"As of now, foreigner. Our deal is complete. We have paid a severe price for this, please depart from us. Due to your request, the gypsies have suffered the most tragic loss of a century. Henceforth, our gypsies will cease all dealings with you!"
As her words faded, Sheyan received a notification.
[ Your relationship with the gypsies has plunged to ‘Cold’. ]
[ You received a sanction from the gypsies, preventing you from future transactions with them. ]
Sheyan could only shrug his shoulders to such an outcome. Nevertheless, the charmless Sheyan was already accustomed to such treatment. He could even distinctly sense their infuriation and murderous intent towards him. If not for him possessing a cursed diary whose weak seal could be unlocked anytime, these mysterious and abnormal old hags would probably butcher out a path of blood to reach him! Yet, such a move may result in them harming themselves.
"That brat is truly formidable." Sheyan couldn’t help but mutter to himself. With how domineering Little Lord Fokke’s descended will was, once the diary’s seal was utterly removed……how dreadful would the arrival of his true body be?
Thinking of that, Sheyan couldn’t refrain from an outburst of curiosity and greed.
Yes, that’s correct. Indeed, it was greed.
The principle of the nightmare realm was simple and straightforward - a direct ratio between rewards and difficulty. Unravelling the seal of the ‘Diary of Morgan Fokke’ would unleash such a fearsome nemesis, but the rewards obtained from unsealing it……one could only imagine!
Reef was presently waiting for Sheyan at the tent’s entrance. Upon watching him exiting the tent, Reef immediately inquired about the deal.
To that, Sheyan could only offer a bleak smile.
"I can say that our objectives have been met, but also, I’ve messed up our affair."
Sheyan then divulged the sequence of events in full detail, as Reef listened in astonishment.
Furthermore, this gypsy tent was truly miraculous, presumably, it was a treasure that could fully suppress the aura of the gypsies. How rampant the internal happenings were, yet Reef failed to even hear a sliver of sound from the exterior.
When they exited the gypsy campsite, they regrouped with Brother Black and Canbi. Canbi’s health had been fundamentally restored after gorging himself on a purse of rum. Despite so, he continued massaging his temples gently; evidently, the torment he suffered wasn’t light.
Since they had settled their affairs, Sheyan intended to release his pirate underlings for a breather. Having exerted himself to the extremes with them, though he couldn’t dismiss the possibility of anyone deserting, a melon forcefully plucked wouldn’t be sweet; preserving such individuals would be useless. Nonetheless, Sheyan had confidencer that most of his crew would remain.
At present, as the four of them strolled past the pier, they suddenly noticed a gathering crowd. An ominous sensation welled up in Sheyan’s heart. To their horror, after approaching nearer, they realized the Hill Maiden was the object of interest of the crowd.
The constitution of the crowd was rather complicated; comprising of Tortuga citizens and crew members from other ships. Occasionally, outburst of loud laughter could be heard, as though the crowd were spectating a performance.
Presently, most of the Hill Maiden pirates had streamed up the deck, and were confronting a group of rampant and crazy individuals. No doubt with such a situation, Philip and those turncoat british marines were naturally unable to participate. After all, their former identities were british marines.
Thus, they could only allow Ol’Seadog and Blacksail to bump the front. However, with both of them being former wandering pirates, they were simply incapable of contending against the opposition in terms of charismatic argument.
Sheyan wasn’t in a hurry to show himself, but chose to observe the situation quietly by the side. He could notice an individual clothed with a black cloak standing at the rear of the opposing group, with both arms folded across his chest; several pirates were crowding around him. Noticing the demeanor of this individual, it was as though bestowing spoken words to anyone was a form of charity from him.
A huge chap was presently scoffing with an arrogant and mighty fashion. Though the current weather was considerably cold, his widely exposed collar leaked out with black chest hair. He then rowdily hurled verbal abuses.
"A handicapped person like ye be confrontin’ me? Ol’Seadog? Yer bilge-suckin’ name be an insult to dogs! Back when me, Hawser, sailed the seven seas, you were still lickin’ piss back in taverns! Smarty up and scram from me face."
Ol’Seadog unyieldingly blocked his front. Without a trace of fear, he cursed back.
"Hawser, yer might be sailin’ early, but th’ earlier you sail, th’ earlier yer demise. Ye son of a whore, yer best scuttle o’ me cap’n’s ship. Unless ye wishes a taste of me lead bullet."
Hawser laughed hysterically to the sky and scoffed.
"Wretched idiot, ye be cleaning the chamber pot for yer third matey of ze previous ship eh? Try touching me in Tortuga, and ye might be feedin’ the sea sharks. I’m gunna cut the crap with yer. Here be ten golden guineas, take it and scuttle off. Fer Mister Skrtel to be fond of tis’ ship, ye should be kissin’ this deck with gratitude!"
When Sheyan’s pirate crew heard Hawser’s words, their eyes were immediately set ablaze.
Instead, they remained seemingly apprehensive and hesitated to make a move. At this moment, Brother Black quietly asked the pirate beside him.
"Mate, that Hawser seems pretty strong eh?"
Instead, that pirate snorted in response.
"Just him? That scurvy dog who fled on a jolly boat after abandoning his cap’n and mates. If not fer Skrtel appreciatin’ him, that lad might be currently beggin’ fer food in a pig style."
"Oh" Brother Black then asked.
"Who might this Skrtel be?"
The pirate casted a puzzled glance at Mogensha.
"Ye a rookie? Skrtel be the master of Tortuga! Though he no longer be a pirate, we still abide by the pirata codex drafted by pirate lord Bartholomew. Aye, matey, yer gaze tells me yer suspicions. Let me precisely inform ye, Skrtel\'s full name be Skrtel.Hustav.Bartholomew. Ye be addressin’ him as mister pirate nobility. Also, don’t yer reckon me insightful elaboration deserves a mug o’ rum?"
Brother Black chortled, as he tossed out a gold pound.
"Don’t worry, you can get yourself the best mug of golden rum."
In view that Ol’Seadog refused to speak but remained obstructing him, Hawser immediately flared up as he pulled out his broadsword and hacked across. Ol’Seadog was already a non-combat personnel after losing his hand.
Thus, when facing an incoming blade, he pathetically rolled away.
With his retreat, Ol’Seadog immediately lost his unwavering loftiness, as Hawser easily stomped down onto Ol’Seadog; pressing down against Ol’Seadog’s face with his shoe.
As he was about to conceitedly issue a statement, Blacksail had already lunged forward with an ashen expression; while slashing his saber forth. Hawser immediately swung forth his broadsword to block.
Clank! Sparks sprayed out as Hawser staggered two steps back.
He was about to speak again, but unexpectedly, Blacksail swept his hand out as sprinkling black liquid greeted Hawser like a squid spraying out ink. Still, Hawser was pretty nimble and was able to sidestep, before leaping 2-3 metres away.
Yet surprisingly, the sprinkles of liquid curved in midair as though it possessed its own life!
After being splashed in the face, Hawser appeared incredibly sorry as white fumes fumigated out from his body; while discharging a pungent stench. As Hawser roared in anguish, Blacksail seized the chance to behead down with his saber.
At this instant, that black cloaked individual suddenly sprang into action.
As he advanced, he executed small quick steps which looked strangely fleeting. He was clearly more than a dozen meter away, but within a second, his slender rapier had already been unsheathed as it blocked Blacksail’s saber.
His rapier was extremely pliable, and after blocking the saber, it proceeded to twist forward like a serpent without a single warning. Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank! It shot towards Blacksail’s occupied right hand. Blacksail was instantly startled, while the black cloaked individual suddenly drew back forcefully, and wrestled away the saber from Blacksail’s hand.
Instantaneously, his rapier thrusted forward with precision; like a thunderbolt, it stabbed deep into Blacksail’s belly.
Spectating stealthily within the crowd, Brother Black was originally about to react. Instead, Sheyan restricted him.
"Don’t be in a hurry. Even if those fools intended to kill, they wouldn’t do so in such a straightforward fashion. To establish their dominant prestige, even if they desired to kill, they would resort to ruthless tortures first. A storm puts strong grass to the test, only in times of crisis, would talents surface. I would like to see today, how many possess unswerving loyalty towards me."
Having his belly punctured, Blacksail’s eyes popped widely as he appeared in immense agony. Still, he stubbornly threw a punch out.
That black cloaked individual then smirked shadily.
"A half-arsed alchemist like ye dares to be a disgrace and go against us? Bear this in mind, ye perished by the hands of the Ocean’s Storm, Alan Dale!’
When the name Alan Dale was proclaimed, an uproar broke out amongst the onlooking crowd; like a gentle breeze rustling against the tree leaves. That was a name acclaimed with an illustrious reputation amongst the pirates. In spite of that, few had been able to associate it to that gloomy, slim and crooked black cloaked individual.
It is said that amongst the pirates, Alan Dale was one of the rare experts of the western rapier. A figure known for single handedly guarding his flagship against spaniards trying to invade on a gangplank. Face with a flood of impending foes, he had slayed 15 consecutively and forcibly persevered until reinforcements had arrived.
(TN: The Pirata Codex, commonly referred to as the Pirate\'s Code, Pirate Code or simply the Code, was a large book containing the entire Code of the Pirate Brethren set forth in the classic Age of Piracy by the Pirate Lords Morgan and Bartholomew.)