The Ultimate Evolution

Hence, Sheyan was spared from deposing of his weapon. Furthermore, that drunkard seemed to be rather proficient in cannon maintenance as well, and was similarly recruited as a talent.

After a two day stint on Trihorn Island, Sheyan then sold off some of the rum and supplies carried on the Dingyuan for high prices. Those were all goods stolen from the gypsies, which provided him with only benefits and zero costs. At present, Trihorn Island was filled with dispirited pirates who drank their sorrows away. Thus, Sheyan managed to fill his basins once again.

On this day, while Sheyan was organizing his rowdy new pirates, a fully loaded merchant s.h.i.+p swayed and anch.o.r.ed by the port. Pirate s.h.i.+ps with their suspended black flags appeared like foul houseflies buzzing around it. Still, none dared to make a move, because they all recognized the merchant s.h.i.+p’s flag.

This merchant s.h.i.+p was delivering an abundance of cheap rum, meat and gambling tools after hearing of the exuberant vigor of Trihorn Island. Very naturally, the merchant s.h.i.+p became extremely popularized, and all its goods were swept cleanly.

Strictly speaking, Sheyan recognized the owner of this merchant s.h.i.+p. It was indeed Governor Swann’s representative – Mister McKinney. Facing the indomitable Norrington, Governor Swann wanted to earn for the last time before his return.

Wasn’t there a saying that described this? Five fold profits would suffice for capitalists to brave all treacherous of the gibbet.

After some considerations, Sheyan decided to visit Mr McKinnery by borrowing their prior friends.h.i.+p. He then obtained certain reliable information.

Captain Norrington would be officially a.s.suming the post of Commodore the following day. Governor Swann would be representing the english government to award this honor with a sword. Right now, a stern regimental state of ceremonial preparations was declared in Port Royal. Moreover, to avoid any vengeful reprisals from the pirates, Norrington’s fleets had been distributed to encompa.s.s the sea territory around Port Royal; carrying out rigorous checks on any 3-masted or above s.h.i.+ps.

Of course, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to inspect single-masted s.h.i.+ps. However, those s.h.i.+ps were normally fis.h.i.+ng boats, and the work required to inspect would be too laborious and may incur the popular grievance of the public. Even for individuals who harbored an errant, a single-masted couldn’t conjure out any storm. Therefore, they shutted one eye to them.

Sheyan wasn’t surprise to hear such a report. After several contemplation, he stuffed several hundreds of guineas to Mister Mckinney and requested to ride his merchant s.h.i.+p back to Port Royal; claiming that he had a certain urgent business that required his prompt return.

McKinney was obviously not convinced and even scoffed disdainfully at Sheyan’s words.

Nevertheless, he didn’t believe that Sheyan and some few followers would dare to cause a ruckus unaccompanied at the inauguration of Captain Norrington. Hence, he accorded to Sheyan’s requested, and stored those several hundred guineas into his private stash.

Then, he left behind several helpers that would continue business here, before raising the sails and setting sail. As the chief trusted aide of Governor Swann, he definitely had to be present for Captain Norrington’s inauguration.

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On this day, mild clouds loomed over the vast horizon. The sky and the sea was separated by a single line. Words were spoken amongst the public that even the skies were pleased with the promotion of Captain Norrington.

At present, Sheyan had reunited with Joshamee Gibbs back at Port Royal, and was chatting with him and two other pirates in a tavern.

Recently, Sheyan hadn’t raised and requested for Joshamee. As such, Joshamee indulged in muddled enjoyment. Besides, Sheyan would cover all his expenses in the bars.

Under Sheyan’s request, they headed towards an external fis.h.i.+ng spot at the outskirts of Port Royal. This place was a rugged shoal filled with standing rocks.

Several hundred nautical metres away was droopy reef. with three swaying skeletons hanging suspended from it. Occasionally, the skeletons released fracturing crackles, seemingly about to break off the noose. Perhaps, the skeletons would be chop down, or perhaps it would simply fall into the sea overtime; never to be found again. Beside the skeletons, was a warning signboard.

Pirates Ye be warned.

Truthfully speaking, Joshamee was rather displeased with Sheyan’s arrangement. He reckoned the bosom and b.u.t.tocks of wenches and rum was much more interesting than fis.h.i.+ng underneath the blazing sun.

In spite of that, Sheyan was adamant that a supremely precious and rare fish could be fished at this particular area, and at this particular time. The free loading Joshamee could only grumble as he followed suit.

Sheyan had his gaze fixated on something. Far into the distant sea, there were several tiny white sails. Though they were all single-masted s.h.i.+ps, they were evidently awaiting something.

In truth, this was no season to fish. Joshamee was extremely perplex by that irregular sighting, and thus believed in the false words of this so called ‘precious fish’.

Without a doubt, only Sheyan knew that those individuals were contestants. They definitely were all aware that Jack Sparrow would show up here.

Hence, they intended to test their luck to solicit this legend of inexhaustible charm whose elegance danced lightly around. At the very least, they could make themselves seem familiar.

After nearly half an hour when the sun was at the peak of its might, none was able to fish up any precious fish. Instead, fishes like silvery pomfret and so on were repet.i.tively taking bait.

At this very moment, a tattered sail suddenly appeared in the distant ocean. It was truly a tattered sail. Sheyan squinted his eyes, but continued to angle his rod nonchalantly. In the distant, those white sails immediately congregated over, and even mutual arguments and curses could be heard between them; their contentions in full swing.

Nevertheless at this moment, Jack Sparrow had no desires to be tangled with these group of individuals.

Although the former captain of the Black Pearl was idolized for speed, he had to resort to bailing water out from his shabby little boat every now and then. However, one could notice his boat abruptly sailing faster. Like a slippery loach, it shuttled through the encompa.s.sment of those white sails in a flash.

Then, it gently sailed straight for this promontory. Its goal was clear, it was Port Royal.

Instead, Sheyan maintained his nonchalant self of fis.h.i.+ng. Yet at this moment, Joshamee could roughly identify the distant sailing boat. His eyes popped widely as his fis.h.i.+ng rod dropped into the water.

When the terribly shabby little boat started to nimbly navigate in, the initially absent-minded Joshamee had already took note of the faraway scene. As he awaited Jack Sparrow to sail in, he had already began shouting emotionally.

"Jaccccccccc~~~~Jack!!!!"

Then, he started waving his hands excessively as he raced towards the promontory. Probably due to the spirit connection between the two, Jack Sparrow similarly glanced towards here. As he neared the port, he displayed a rather exaggerated reaction on his face, before revealing a surprised and delightful countenance.

"Gibbs!! What’s an old seadog like you doing here?"

(Author’s note: seadog means loyal and veteran in pirate terms, this is a positive connotation. Like a cla.s.sic phrase in WOW Karazhan, where veteran players definitely remember clearly. Nielas Aran’s personal bellow is: this beaten dog still has some teeth!)

Joshamee laughed mischievously with widened mouth.

"Cap’n, why can’t I be here. It’s wonderful you’re alright. Those bunch of bilge-suckin’ scoundrels be cursed to feed the fishes in Davy Jone’s locker."

Jack Sparrow shrugged his shoulders and pushed him aside.

"Ho, I would be fine even if the world succ.u.mbs to destruction. Could it be the salty sea breeze has blown jitterish in my eyes. Why do I find this mister rather familiar?"

Sheyan smiled humbly.

"Mister Sparrow, we met before years ago back in a tavern of Turtuga. During then, we engaged in deep discussions over the bodily contours of a female"

Jack Sparrow became briefly distracted, before he spoke with widened mouth.

"Oh, so you are that scallywag! Seaman Yan from the east! I heard you became the Third Mate of Davy Jones?"

"Beloved Captain Sparrow, not long after we parted, I returned to the east after suffering the curse of the Flying Dutchman. I only returned recently." Sheyan first expressed his current position.

He was aware that Jack Sparrow had sworn an oath with Davy Jones. Davy Jones would lend a hand to salvage the sunken Black Pearl with help of kraken Paul, but Jack Sparrow would have to service the Flying Dutchman for a hundred years ten years later.

According to Sheyan’s knowledge, Jack Sparrow wasn’t intending to abide with his oath. Or perhaps in a more straightforward tone, he planned to renege his debt. Nevertheless, Sheyan wasn’t slightly inclined to interfere with messy scene developing between those two major figures.

Sheyan then fished out two mugs of rum and tossed them to Jack and Joshamee.

"Honestly speaking Mister Sparrow, I was specially awaiting you here."

Jack Sparrow joyously gulped down several large mouthfuls before releasing his breath and inquired curiously.

"Awaiting me? You knew I’d be arriving here?"

Sheyan nodded.

"Aye."

Captain Jack was even more intrigued.

"How did you know?"

Sheyan raised his hand as the veil masqueraded Taitish strolled out with humble noddings.

"This is a powerful diviner of a gypsy clan. It was she who divined this after expending great efforts and price."

On Sheyan’s orders, Taitish gracefully bowed and greeted.

"Mr Jack Sparrow. It wasn’t a simple affair to look into the near paths of your fate. I paid an immense cost."

Jack stroked his beard and replied.

"That sounds rather reasonable. So, what be ye seeking me for?"