87_87643 adjusted its course under Morriel's guidance and continued towards the Pearl Islands

Rohr wasn't removed from his position as first mate in the end, but that didn't make him much better—as evidenced by his always gloomy blue green face.

"Don't turn!" Rohr roared and ordered the helmsman, "Lower the sail and keep straight ahead, and we will be able to pass between the reefs!"

Morriel looked at the seemingly flat empty ocean ahead. Between the ups and downs of the waves, you can occasionally see a few shadows looming between the waves, which is a reef. The reefs jug up from the depths of the ocean like swords, but most of them are hidden below sea level, forming an unpredictable natural defence on the periphery of the Pearl Islands.

"*** I told don't turn!" Rohr cursed as he grabbed the steering wheel to stop the helmsman from trying to avoid the reef ahead, where sharp black rocks were breaking through the waves, and knives were waiting for the Fantasy heading towards it.

Rohr was right. At the last minute, the Fantasy crashed into a strange current, and it took a turn to avoid the reef on its own, and it would be hard to say if the ship had been hastily steered to change direction.

"It's unbelievable. How did you discover this current?" Morrill asked in an appreciative tone.

"Observation, experience...... As well as instinct. Watching the boat sail past the reef, Rohr sat down a little tiredly, picked up the iron bucket, and poured the whole bucket of seawater on his head.

"They don't trust me anymore. These damn humans!" Rohr spat out a mouthful of salty foam in hatred and cursed in a low voice, "No wonder, even I don't trust myself anymore...... Hmmm, that's ......."

He looked down and sniffed the seawater on his arm, then suddenly stood up and yelled at him, "Twenty-six! You bastard, come over here, I'll give you a whip! What have you put in a bucket?"

Twenty-six, who was busy making so-called bait for Forty-Seven on the other side of the deck, heard the first mate shouting angrily. He shuddered suddenly, and raised his head with a bitter expression. He's pretty much Forty-Seven's henchman now, and he's very diligent with both fear and gratitude—and when he fights the Fish-Man, it's Forty-Seven's rod that saves Twenty-Six's life by nailing a shark-man who pounces on Twenty-Six.

"Forget it. Morrill stopped the first mate, who was already looking for the whip: "Calm down, first mate Rohr. I'm sure it's not your fault for accidentally crashing into the shark-man lair. ”

Rohr stopped and looked at Morriel with a pair of small blue eyes.

Morrill looked at the thin clouds in the sky and earth, "Do you really believe that your senses have gone wrong? No...... Even if you are suspicious of the crew and your feelings are very unstable, you can detect the undercurrents hidden in the sea. I don't think you're going to make this kind of obviously low-level mistake. Can you recall anything unusual when you were scouting in the sea, and can you remember anything wrong now?"

Rohr shook his head.

"Nope. I wonder if there's something disturbing......" he said sadly, "but I don't really feel anything out of the ordinary." I could tell the currents, the direction of the wind, and even the larger schools of fish nearby, but I didn't find the damn sharks. A qiē is normal, not normal, probably just me. ”

Morrill shook his head and gave up asking Rohr. He also gave up on the idea of using spells to snoop on his memories. She didn't understand why a suspicious defeat would make the sea elf so depressed, could it be because of the pride and sensitivity that he had always hidden deep in his heart?

"How long will it be before we get to the Pearl Islands?" Morrill said, changing the subject.

"We are already within the confines of the Pearl Islands...... If it's our destination, then I think it's about the same when it gets dark. Rohr jumped and grabbed the cable and stood on the edge of the boat: "Forgive me for missing me, I have to stay in the sea for a while to moisten my skin." ”

Just as it was getting dark, the Fantasy saw land.

The Pearl Islands are like a string of pearls scattered across the western seas of the mainland - many islands and reefs are scattered across the vast expanse between Victoria Bay and Dragonjaw Strait, and many more are more mysterious. It stretches into the depths of the cloudy, raging stormy ocean.

The island where the Fantasy is anchored is roughly in the shape of a jagged horseshoe, which forms a calm and windless harbor. The whole island is not small, and there is even a temple to the goddess of the sea. So, naturally, it became a hub and haven for ships at sea, with a large number of sailors. Merchants, pirates, speculators, and fugitives who could not stay on land came and went, rejecting the rule from the mainland by virtue of their familiarity with the waters of the Pearl Islands and their devastating spirit, surviving with their unique laws and methods, making the islands their paradise, resting, enjoying themselves, trading, and even making Morriel, who had just disembarked, feel that there was almost no less prosperity than the port area of Watan City.

But Simon noticed more than Morriel, who was here for the first time.

The staff in charge of ship registration has changed, and the formalities are much more cumbersome the last time they came. There has also been an increase in the number of soldiers patrolling the port. There are a lot of ships in the port, but there are not many places to enter the port, and there are almost no people leaving the port, so the lack of liquidity is a bit abnormal. Though he was puzzled by the unusual atmosphere on the island, Simon returned and gave the sailors a holiday, not to be able to do so, for the guys were suffocating—but Twenty-Six and a few of the other slaves still wanted it

Above.

"Honorable Mage," he said to Moriel, "forgive me for my misconduct, I have some personal matters to attend to...... Oh. You can spend the night at the Broken Skull, which is at the end of the street. Rohr can take you there, it's one of the best places on the island, and it's all on me!

Morriel bowed slightly, but refused to let Rohr lead the way, as the sea elves were now visibly absent-minded: "We'll find that place." I can walk around the island and see if there's anything I'm interested in...... Don't be nervous, Captain Simon. Won't let you pay. ”

Simon gave a salute of good-bye, and Morrill noticed that his curly hair and mustache had somehow been made beautiful and neat.

This guy is a bit like O'Sullivan. Morrill thought as he walked down the street.

Simon weaves his way through the crowded, chaotic buildings. These houses built on the island's topography are a labyrinth, but Simon is hard to find. He was on a wrivel. Leather boots make a distinctive sound on the wooden staircase, and finally burrow into a secluded cul-de-sac and stop in front of an iron door.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door, and an unusual touch came from under his feet. Looking down, an arm sticking out of the garbage heap next to the door looked unusually pale in the already dim sky, black and red blood mixed with filthy water flowing down the corpse's location to Simon's feet.

Simon grinned and observed a second of silence for the poor fellow. The grinding of the iron bolt made him look up and see a somewhat overdeveloped face appear in the small window on the iron door.

"It's time to clean up, Andy. Simon greeted the man who opened the door as if he were an old friend. But the big man just tilted his head and motioned for him to follow.

Inside the iron gate was a small courtyard, where several big men were playing cards, all with weapons beside them, and they didn't even look at Simon.

Entering through a side door, there was no staircase in the small room, but instead a square hanging board with a railing, which Simon stood up and looked up to confirm that the guard with the crossbow above was correct. Only then did he twist the roulette wheel and squeak and squeak and hang him up.

There are no windows in the lavishly furnished room, and several whale oil lamps illuminate the whole room, but the air is still fresh and not stuffy at all.

"Stay there and don't stain my new carpet. The owner of the room, guarded by four heavily armed soldiers, stopped Simon from coming forward to bow and salute, and instead made him stand on the hanging board with an awkward smile.

Snuggled up beside the master of the room, the beautiful maid, dressed only in a thin veil, lit a long pipe and brought it to his lips. He leaned in and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled the smoke out of his fat nose - a strange aroma immediately wafted through the room.

Simon put his sword in the hands of the outstretched soldier. He was still standing on the hanging board and smiling and waiting for the other party to speak.

"Simon. He spoke slowly, his voice muffled, as if he had stuffed too much fat with his once muscular body: "You know what? I was already planning to...... If you don't come to me as soon as you come ashore, you'll be found in the stinking ditch tomorrow morning. ”

Simon's face was like a spring breeze: "How is that possible? Mr. Derek, it really makes me happy to see that you are as healthy as ever......"

"Alright!" Derek interrupted Simon's flattery with a wave of his hand. Thick fingers glittered with gems: "Where's my Queen of Red Wine?"

"Mr. Derek, listen to me......"

"No, I don't need to explain, you cunning liar!" Derek struck the gold-coated cigarette stick on the small case in front of him, "If everyone who worked for me came here empty-handed and pulled down after losing my cargo and ship, wouldn't I be going to go bankrupt soon? This is not the first time you've caused me trouble! Last time, and last time...... I can't remember! I've had enough of your shameless quibbles, and I won't tolerate it this time! Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"

"Mr. Derek, after so many years of cooperation, you still don't know my credibility? If there is the slightest possibility, I will never let your interests suffer the slightest loss...... Mr. Derek, it's a miracle that I can stand here and report to you......" Simon made a sad expression, although a big smuggler and pirate leader like Derek had little sympathy to speak of, but it was still necessary to show his thunderous anger and fear: "And I've rescued some of the goods I can, I assure you......"

Derek let out a heavy puff of smoke.

"Don't talk this nonsense to me. Derek rubbed his forehead and handed the pipe to the maid. Seems to have had enough of the addiction: "Looks like I'm going to have to teach you some lessons to make you understand how much trouble you're in." Didn't you pick up a new ship at sea? It's mine. Not just the ship, but your sailors. It's mine, too. Then I may be able to ignore the Queen of Wine...... Although those debts in the past still have to be counted separately. Alright, now you go and find a way to raise money!"

Simon was stunned for a moment, then realized that Derek meant to confiscate his ship. Cutting off his way out of Haiti, he immediately became anxious: "Mr. Derek, Mr. Derek - this is not good, if you take my ship, what will I do."

What do you do? Can't you do that, the captain without the boat is like riding a horse......."

"It's none of my business. Maybe you can get a job on someone else's ship. Derek yawned, and the maid hurriedly brought another cup of tea: "What do you say, good luck?"

Let me do the work for someone else? Simon is well aware of his popularity and reputation in this part of the Pearl Islands. If Derek is serious, then it is possible that he will be trapped on this broken island for a year or two.

But based on his observations, Derek wasn't that serious.

"Mr. Derek, don't fool me. Simon smiled along: "Tell me, what can I do for you to compensate...... As long as you don't take my ship, the gods testify, and if you can't go out to Haiti, I'll go crazy!"

Derek stroked his shiny head and suddenly smiled, "Hahaha...... Simon. You're so unrelenting. Alright then, I'll give you a chance. ”

"I've made a few friends lately......" Derek put down the teacup and picked up a delicate piece of pastry, "and they need a good captain to help them with the little things." I think you might be willing to use this work to offset some of your debt?"

"Your friend?" Simon's voice suddenly became cautious, "what do they want me to do?"

"I don't want to sue you, it's a simple matter. Derek said disapprovingly, he calculated that after Simon had been scared for a while, not exactly scared, he had only pointed out to Simon where he was now, and that this bastard, known for his speculation and escape, had been eaten to death by him this time: "But it wasn't a big deal, just a trip to sea as usual." Take them to Fish-Man Island...... Then it's none of your business. ”

"Fish-Man Island?" The smile on Simon's face disappeared with fright: "Mr. Derek, you're not kidding, are you? The gods are above, what kind of madman would think to go there? Want to find Fish-Man Island? These fools are rookies from the land, right? It's really *** crazy!"

"Hi. Derek raised his stubby finger to warn him, "Don't be so unscrupulous. I just ask you, do it, or don't do it?"

Simon understood. It's definitely not easy to mess with Derek so tightly in the role...... Or simply can't be provoked. As one of the most powerful pirate leaders in the Pearl Islands, Derek had never been so nervous, and his last tone even leaked a very faint emotion of fear. He's afraid. Afraid of those "friends" he called.

If you don't do it, you probably won't be able to get out of this room, right?Simon held back his desire to touch his hand to his waist, and his sword had already been taken away by Andy. But Fish-Man Island......

Simon decided to take the plunge and put it to the test.

"Mr. Derek. Simon nervously weighed his words and tone: "No one knows where Fish-Man Island is, and even if anyone ever finds it in the rough depths of the Stormy Ocean, they can't come back alive...... IMHO, Mr. Derek. If you want to go to Fish-Man Island, ordinary boats will not do. ”

"Say, what do you want?"

"Hermit Crab. ”

Derek narrowed his eyes. Simon even felt the Pirate King's gaze scan over his face like a pinprick in the face.

"You're a fucking asshole, Simon. "It seems like a long time. Derek said slowly, "You're really going to make a bid...... Well, you're in luck. ”

He leaned back on the soft cushion: "Go and get ready, my friends want to go as far as they can." And remember, if you break my hermit crab again, you won't get through it as easily as you do today - I'll chop you up piece by piece and throw you into the sea to feed the sharks. I do what I say, you get it?"

Simon smiled again.

"Don't worry, Mr. Derek. ”

"Then get out!"

Simon waited, but found that no one had come to put him down.

"Go over there! My friends are waiting for you. Derek's eyes were half-closed. Point to a nondescript side door in the room.

"Is this guy reliable?" asked a soldier with a crossbow as Simon left. And with this phrase. Four soldiers underwent some kind of change at the same time. Their faces and armor blurred in the shadows, gradually changing, until they finally became four arrogant men dressed in black ground priest armor.

"Reliable?" Derek snorted.

"The word reliable has never been associated with Simon...... But if you're looking for Fish-Man Island, he's probably the only right guide, not even the sea elves. ”

Derek's spirits were a little sluggish, and he pointed to the golden pipe, and the maid hurriedly reloaded the tobacco leaves and lit it, waiting for the Pirate King to smoke it.

"But I'm still the same old saying. Derek held a long-rod pipe: "I sent someone to help you find Fish-Man Island, but it doesn't mean that you will be able to find it...... I hope that when you get on board, my share of the reward will be delivered as scheduled. ”

"Mr. Derek, you don't need to worry about that. Pastor Blackarmor walked up to Derek: "It's been a pleasure working with you, and we're happy with it. One more thing...... I'm afraid we'll have to make a deal with you. ”

"Oh?" Derek looked up at the priest, "There's another deal?" I don't have a second hermit crab. Say, what should I do?"

The Black Armor Priest was condescending, and his tone was calm. "Rest assured, Mr. Derek. It's very simple. ”。