On the streets of the old city, oil lamps emit a faint light. From time to time, you can see some drunkards slumped on the roadside with wine pots in their arms, and everything seemed so quiet.

After walking for about 20 minutes, I walked across the street corner and arrived at the port dock area. This quietness disappeared in an instant, and the violent noise came to my face like the hot wind in midsummer.

Life is in danger and cannot stop the people of Turtle Island from singing and dancing. Even if there are not many pennies in their pockets and there are no women around them, as long as they hold a pot of rum in their hands, they will be happy.

He was carefully traveling through the crowd, but Xing Ze didn't want to fight with someone here before he started to take action.

For pirates with strong hormones, fighting is common, and often a small matter will eventually lead to a large-scale group fight.

As the saying goes, you will come whatever you are afraid of. Before he could pass through the crowd, someone threw a bottle of wine from a high place and hit the head of a pirate. Some pirates were so dizzy that they didn't care about it. They turned around and looked at the person behind them and were full of old fists.

The innocent pirates who were beaten will naturally not show weakness. Amid the screams of the crowd, the two sides began a fight.

Beer mugs, boots, stones and other debris are thrown away everywhere. If someone accidentally gets hit, he can only find the unlucky person beside him to vent his anger.

The melee began like this.

After sending out a few drunkards who were in trouble, Xing Ze, who finally squeezed out of the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief, patted the shoe prints on his butt, and then continued along the dock.

As the only large port on Turtle Island, there is nothing missing here, and there will be no lack of all kinds of dilapidated taverns.

Before he got closer, bursts of laughter and scolding came into his ears. His eyes quickly swept across the street, and a tavern with a dilapidated sign came into his eyes.

A black pirate flag was engraved on the wooden sign, and there was an iron hook emitting an unknown meaning next to it. From this we can see that the owner of the tavern was most likely a member of the pirates.

Black Sail and Iron Hook are the name of this tavern. Its owner is One-Eyed Hunter, a famous pirate agent on Turtle Island.

......

He reached out and pushed open the door of the tavern, and countless malicious eyes came, and the entire tavern became much quieter in an instant.

Today, Old Hunter is recruiting sailors here. Those who come here must want to try their luck during this period. It is naturally not surprising that they will be hostile to each other.

"Yeah, isn't this a little blacksmith? Why? Is the business not doing well recently? I want to come here to sell weapons?"

Xing Ze originally wanted to learn about the situation first, but before he could find a place to sit down, a young man of similar age suddenly stood up and stopped him in front of him.

The young man revealed indescribable ridicule in his words. On the surface, he seemed to be caring, but in fact he was hinting that he, a blacksmith, should not participate in the recruitment meeting of the pirates.

Xing Ze's response to such a person is very simple.

"roll."

The rather tough answer made the young man's face suddenly become gloomy, and the other pirates' screams made him feel a little embarrassed.

The young man never expected that Scott, who was afraid of trouble on weekdays, would dare to fight against him today. Driven by shame and annoyance, he raised his arm and prepared to show him good looks.

As a pirate, the young man has two tricks. His punching force is not only powerful, but also tricky. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be knocked to the ground with one blow.

But Xing Ze secretly became alert as soon as he spoke. Although the young man's fist speed was fast, it did not exceed his estimate.

After learning the basic steps, Xing Ze could have used his flexible steps to dodge and then counterattack, but in order to intimidate other pirates in the tavern, he did not choose to do so.

With his strong physique, he was punched by the enemy. His body did not move, but the young man was forced to take a few steps back due to the recoil force.

"How is that possible?!" In the young man's incredible gaze, Xing Ze smiled and punched, and the force of the fist was like an iron ball that collapsed from the cannon, roaring and hitting the opponent's heart.

The young man who was extremely arrogant just now seemed to be hit by a high-speed car. He threw blood while throwing him back and knocked down several pirates watching the show.

If it was ordinary, I'm afraid these people would never give up, but after seeing Xing Ze's strength just now, they would not dare to say anything even if they were angry.

Didn’t you see that the young people have already vented more and put less in? If they don’t want to become like this, swallowing their anger is their only choice.

The heart was hit hard, and the broken sternum was inserted into it. Within a few seconds, the young man lay motionless and died on the ground.

With many fearful or awe-inspiring eyes, Xing Ze walked to the bartender, smiled at the bartender inside and said, "Give me a glass of wine."

"30p." The knowledgeable bartender did not give any discounts because of Xing Ze's strength.

I have been staying on Turtle Island for a long time. I have never seen any pirates. There are more people who are stronger than the man in front of me. If everyone treats him, he would have been pulled out to chop him up long ago.

Fortunately, the predecessor was still quite savings. After paying the money, Xing Ze raised his glass and quietly tasted the "Pirate Wine" rum in the glass.

Rum is a distilled liquor produced with sugar cane sugar, and the Cubans made wine with special methods.

They first made sugarcane into sugarcane molasses, then put the made sugarcane molasses into a white oak barrel, and then put it in it for a few years. When the barrel was opened, the wine smell was very strong and the taste was very unique.

In this era, many of the fine wines that can be easily accessed in the Caribbean are not as good as it, so this is why the name Pirate's Wine was named.

The famous whiskey may not be worse than it in terms of fame and taste, but you can’t expect the pirates living in the Caribbean to go to Spain to buy it, so rum becomes a necessity for the pirates of the Caribbean.

When every battle is over, every difficult night sleeping on the deck is not enough. If there is no glass of rum as a companion, many pirates may not be able to support the ships.

You should know that life at sea has always been boring. If the suppressed emotions cannot be released, it will easily breed dissatisfaction among sailors in the long run. This is the reason for many rebellion incidents.

In order to avoid the rebellious thoughts caused by emotions at the greatest extent, some smart captains would pay a lot of rum out of their own pockets. Many times they could see that there was no fresh water on a pirate ship, but there were still mountains of rum barrels piled up in the cabin.

With these rum alone, the pirates can always sail until they discover land.

Perhaps because he was in the Caribbean Sea, Xing Ze, who had tasted the fine wines from various countries, still felt that the rum in the cup was so rich and mellow. After drinking one cup, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The worries that had been wandering in his heart could not help but fade away a little.

He took out a few pennies and threw them on the bar. Xing Zetan smiled and said, "Give me another cup."

"Your way of drinking will soon get drunk."

The footsteps sounded from behind, and a middle-aged man wearing a brown jacket, eye mask and crutch slowly walked to the bar.

His dark face was covered with dense beards, like a clump of trampled trampled grass.

In the only surviving one-eye, occasionally flashes of light, which fully demonstrates that the master is definitely a scheming person.

This person is the boss behind Black Sail and Iron Hook, one-eyed Hunter.

Old Hunter looked at the corpse on the ground with one eye, and gestured slightly. Soon several strong men came over to deal with the debris on the floor.

Turning his head and smiling at Old Hunter, Xing Ze drank half of the glass of rum in one sip, proving that such drinking was nothing to him.

Seeing that the second glass of wine was about to be eaten, Old Hunter was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Boy, is the business of the blacksmith shop difficult? Why do you have to go out to sea? You must know that making a living at sea is not as easy as you imagine."

"Hmm?" Xing Ze felt that the more he heard these words, the more he became, the more he felt that the tavern owner still knew him.

But no matter how he searched Scott's memory, there was no much information about Old Hunter, so there was only one reason to explain.

"I am a descendant of pirates and I am destined to gallop on the Caribbean Sea." Xing Ze answered Hunter with what the old man said to him.

"Pirate Descendants..." I don't know what he remembered, but a trace of nostalgia suddenly appeared on Old Hunter's gloomy face.

The strange thing was fleeting. Before others could think carefully, Old Hunter quickly turned around, stomped his crutch hard in his hand, and shouted: "Listen, you cowards, borers, waste, I know what you are trying to do today. Yes, today is another grand pirate recruitment meeting. Use your blood to please me, the mess."

"Oh!!!" The curse aroused everyone's emotions. For a moment, the whole tavern was filled with the howling of a group of strong men.

Xing Ze was still wondering whether the too arrogant old Hunter would be beaten to death. But everyone in front of him seemed to have been accustomed to all this and did not take the scolding at all. Their roar was more like venting the excitement in their hearts.

This scene gave Xing Ze a deeper understanding of the pirates in the Caribbean.

When the roar gradually faded, Old Hunter smiled satisfied and leaked a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Listen, as long as you can pass my test, you will have the opportunity to join the Raider and become a member of the charge under the Black Baron."

"Now everyone lined up for me and recorded your expertise on paper."

"What? You can't write, you can't write, you can be a pirate, who you can come and record for them."
Chapter completed!