James sat alone, alone at the messy table.

To be honest, of course he didn't want to live such a puppet life, and he also wanted to bring down Lord Beckett, but he knew very well in his heart that it was impossible to pull a lord into the water with just a report letter.

This is a battle between the old nobles and the new nobles, and the ordinary people just watch from the sidelines, and it is not obvious who they support.

And between the nobility and the nobility, the greatest way of communication is compromise.

I'll take your handle, and I'll get you to compromise with me until we're both in balance.

Governor Swan's letter will not let Beckett step down, but only allow the nobles and nobles to better distribute the benefits, and Governor Swann will become a victim of compromise.

Therefore, it is not that James does not want to bring down Beckett, but that it is impossible to bring down a rogue with this righteous process.

Governor Swan can't fight Beckett, and neither can he James.

Beckett is the kind of person who steps on the bones of dead men and climbs up without pity or guilt.

And they are not.

James's heart was so painful that he grabbed the wine that Governor Swan had poured but had not drunk, and drank it all.

The hard-working alcohol went straight to his head, and he ignored it, and continued to pour himself a full glass, and drank it again.

…… The next morning.

Two guards, one fat and one thin, found a drunk James in a garbage dump outside the headquarters.

“…… Commander! Y-Why are you here? The fat man asked with a look of horror on his face.

James staggered to his feet, looked up at the two men, and rubbed his throbbing forehead.

"What time is it?"

"It's 9 o'clock in five minutes! The Struggle is about to set sail! Please hurry up and clean up. The tall and thin guard said eagerly.

James stroked his messy hair and said with a wry smile, "It's too late, so be it." ”

"But ......"

"It's nothing, if people ask, you will say that I fell into the mud pit." James said coldly.

“…… Be. The two guards could only agree.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that James is in a state of hangover.

Previously, as a commander, he had never drunk alcohol, but since his reinstatement, alcohol has become the only thing he takes seriously.

James briefly sorted out his appearance and walked towards the port.

The passing soldiers saluted him, but there was disgust and teasing in their eyes.

…… Laugh.

No big deal.

James walked through the harbor with a cold face and stepped onto the flagship of the Sunset Fleet, the Struggle.

"Aha! Our commander has finally arrived. ”

Mather stood at the bow of the boat, looking at James with disdain.

"Commander, it looks like he's fought with pirates." Mather sneered, "It seems that there are still pirates in our Port Royal, or rather, there are people who have been pirates." ”

James said lightly, "Lord Mather, I just accidentally fell in the mud puddle. ”

Mather laughed, "Really? That's a shame. I suggest you wash your face before going to Lord Beckett's quarters. ”

James nodded, and the guards next to him hurriedly brought him a basin of water, and James simply washed his face, sobering his throbbing head a little.

When he was done, he let out a long breath and walked into the captain's room.

At this time, Beckett was studying the charts with several officials, while Governor Swan stood in front of the coffin, frowning at the box full of witchcraft energy.

When Governor Swan saw Beckett come in, he stepped aside.

After all, he asked James to join him against Beckett last night, and if James was going to betray him, I couldn't justify anything at all.

When James saw Governor Swan, he nodded politely, as if nothing had happened last night.

Beckett raised his head, frowned, and said, "Commander, how did you do this?" ”

James smiled helplessly, "I accidentally fell into the mud puddle." ”

Beckett smiled faintly, "Alright, order the crew to take their places, and we'll set sail right away." ”

"Yes."

James then ordered the crew to take their positions, and the flagship of the Endeavor slowly sailed out of Port Royal.

Mather, on the other hand, took another boat and headed for the waters of Malacca.

After a day at sea, the Struggle finally found the Dutchman flying in the evening.

The flying Dutchman was quietly moored in the windless sea, and the water ghosts in their shoes were all holding their weapons and grinning at the sailors on the Endeavour.

It was the first time the sailors had seen such a scene, and everyone was nervous to death.

Beckett, however, was very calm, and he explained a few words to the two guards, who immediately picked up the box of the Soul Gathering Coffin and followed him.

"Commander, I need you to clear the way for me." Beckett said.

"Yes."

James drew his sword and walked to the front.

Since his reinstatement, Beckett has returned the beautiful sword to him.

Beckett thought James liked his beautiful saber, but in fact it was the opposite.

It's just that James can't refuse Beckett's gift.

As the two ships approached, the sailors immediately erected a suspension on the side of the ship, and James took the lead.

"Damn sailors, how dare you set foot on my pirate ship!" David Jones walked out of his captain's room, the octopus tentacles on his face twisted and fluttering with anger.

The water ghosts around him also let out a creepy cry, but the sailors were also trained regular soldiers, so although the sailors were afraid, they did not show it, but more cautiously aimed their guns at these water ghosts.

James said coldly, "David Jones, Lord Beckett has arrived!" ”

David Jones squeezed the crab pincer hard, but couldn't do more.

Beckett walked over with his hands behind his back and on his toes.

He was very short, only 1.65 meters - of course, maybe not even 1.65 meters, and his shoes had insoles that were raised inward.

Even if David Jones is crouched, his height is two meters, and the water ghosts on the ship are also tall and big, and they can control Beckett with a casual hand.

However, no one dared to move.

Behind Beckett is the Soul Gathering Coffin, and what is contained in the Soul Gathering Coffin is David Jones's heart.

At the slightest move from David Jones, Beckett's guards will blast the Soul Gathering Coffin with cannons.

Beckett walked to the middle of the deck of the flying Dutchman and said coldly, "It stinks here. ”