Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 22 Anchor Bay, force is better than hard work!
In the blink of an eye, time came to a few days later.

The [Man-eating Shark] sailed northward in the direction of two compass points northerly, against the cold current along the coast of the ice field and the northeast wind, across half of the North Sea.

The sea breeze in late October is getting colder, but the sunshine is quite nice.

clang clang clang.
On the rear deck, Byron was sparring alone with the carpenter Hans the Younger and Jon the Eight-Finger, whose two fingers were bitten off by Salman.

Even though they were using real swords, the difference in swordsmanship between the two sides was so great that no one was worried about causing accidental injuries.

According to the power system of this world's [Silver Law], there is no future in fighting alone.

No matter how powerful a supernatural being is, he must have a bodyguard that is absolutely loyal to him to avoid disaster.

Although compared with the guardian knights and guards trained at great expense by his uncle and father, most of the pirates on this ship are rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs.

However, these two guys who have not been contaminated by the [Blood of Transmutation] do have the potential for spiritual awakening, so it is not impossible to use them after some training.

The trainee navigators Thomas and Parry, who were also under his supervision, were similar to them.

Basically, there is no hope for autonomous awakening, it is just a matter of how much resources are needed to cultivate it in the later stage.

After practicing for a while, both of them were panting and their steps were messy, but they couldn't even touch the corner of Byron's clothes.

Seeing the two trainee pilots lying on the ground with their tongues sticking out, Byron felt that he was being too hasty. He shook his head and sheathed his sword.

“You guys have a very poor foundation and have never learned swordsmanship in a systematic way. At best, you are at the level of an ordinary militiaman.

Let's put aside the [Fisher Sword Technique] that pirates must learn and start learning how to hold a sword.

The same goes for everyone else.”

He turned around and asked a few other young people in the small circle who were not as qualified to come closer.

Teach them step by step how to hold the sword.

“Hold the sword firmly, but not too tightly, or your arm will tire quickly.

You only need to exert force when chopping and blocking.

After completing an action, how to relax your hands is a very important skill, which swordsmanship masters call: soft hands.

This is a necessary introduction to any swordplay, and it will make your hands more agile without becoming tired or stiff."

“The essence of the fierce [Fisher Sword Technique] is to attack, attack, and attack again.

Beginners must firmly grasp their "attack line", that is, the trajectory that the weapon will take to hit the opponent.

Remember the key points of offensive moves:
When attacking, never let your front foot land before the sword reaches the target, and never let the tip of the sword leave the best attack line!

Only in this way can you stab your opponent faster than him and save your life."

A group of young people listened very attentively.

They may be naive, but they are definitely not stupid. Everyone knows that every word Byron says now may change his destiny in the future.

Unlike the navy which has a systematic training system, pirate groups adhere to the principle of "survival of the fittest".

Countless sailors who couldn't survive boarded the pirate ship. After experiencing bloody battles time and time again, as long as they were still alive, they would become strong men between life and death.

Learning one more point now can increase the possibility of them becoming "leftovers".

This is the correct way to cultivate extraordinary people in a down-to-earth manner.

It's not as mysterious as the [Blood of Battle], but it's truly for their own good.

Thus, in the eyes of the small group of people who already admired Byron, he was labeled as kind in addition to being powerful, knowledgeable, and humble.

In particular, [Eight Fingers] was extremely grateful to him.

With the great chef Byron standing in front, there was no need for him, a small kitchen helper, to serve the terrifying captain.

It even gave him a glimmer of hope for something otherworldly.

Compared to some of the men on board, the perfect knights who starred in the legendary stories were nothing more than this.

In the continuous [cognitive correction], he seemed to have forgotten how the "chef" got on board in the first place.

Feeling the burning gaze of Eight Fingers, Byron glanced at the Logbook and smiled knowingly at the new content on it.

“Time: October 1471, 10 in the Silver Era.

The weather is sunny, with northeast wind level 4.

Route: North Sea, Yongye Peninsula offshore route, starboard tack-wind sailing
Supplies: Pirate Ship Man-eating Shark (Small Galen)
crew:

The kitchen helper, Jon, 19 years old, was a native of Beidi Bay and a fisherman from the Kingdom of Hastings. He had only received three months of militia training. He had a clean background and was honest to the point of being almost cowardly.

Title: [Eight Fingers]

With the title of ridicule and contempt from his companions, it was engraved as the most helpless moment in his sailor career.

Because he was honest and easy to bully, he was sent to the most dangerous position by his sinister companions.

He had been living in fear since he boarded the ship. The two fingers bitten off by the captain were the blood and tears of a helpless weakling, and also the helplessness of an honest man in the face of misfortune.

But this humiliation has been buried deep in his heart.

Once the threshold is broken, even a tiny fuse may completely break through the bottom line of an honest person and bring about an explosive and terrifying backlash!
(Don't bully those honest people casually, otherwise, when you fall down, you may find that your life is only worth five dollars.)
Loyalty: 91 (full value is 100, below 60 may betray at any time)

Knowledge: Fisher Swordplay (beginner)

Note: I am just an ordinary passerby, but I am the one on this ship who most hopes that you will replace Captain [Blood Eyes] Salman, no one else!"

[Echoes of History] The records of your own crew are more detailed than those of your enemies, and there is an additional "loyalty" prompt.

Even if you have never served as an officer on a ship, if you have ever played a strategy game, you know the significance of loyalty to an organization.

Having it means that Byron can know the situation of his crew at a glance.

Not only can it keep out hidden dangers, but even if one of its own people is suddenly turned against it, it can also detect abnormalities in the first place.

And now all he lacks is the title of captain.

The corner of his eye swept across the door of the captain's room, and his face showed no abnormality, as if he had never seen the horrifying scene that night.

At this moment, the lookout who had been standing on the main mast suddenly shouted:

"Look, there's a buoy on the sea, we're here at Anchor Bay!"

No matter what the pirates on the ship were doing, they all became excited and rushed to the deck.

When escaping earlier, in order to break the warship's hook rope, the extremely dangerous "anchor turn" was used to shake the entire ship.
A comprehensive repair is required in a large dry dock.

Only Iron Anchor Bay, the largest pirate port in the North Sea, can meet the needs.

Moreover, they had lost more than half of their personnel, so even if they saw merchant ships they could only stare at them. They were relying entirely on the chance to recruit a group of elite soldiers who were capable of fighting and charging from the Anchor Bay.

More importantly, the Man-eating Shark usually only needed to "sacrifice" the chef every now and then.

But under the catalysis of Byron's never-the-same gout meal.

In this "darkness before dawn", Salman's attacks became more frequent, more painful, and more crazy.

Several people have disappeared on the ship in the past few days, causing everyone to feel insecure and eager to get off the ship as soon as possible.

"Huh? Why are there only buoys here? Where's the harbor?"

Most of them came to Anchor Bay for the first time and were a little confused by the scene before them.

Not far from the bow, there was only a simple wine barrel buoy tied with an anchor cable, with a skull pierced by a spear.

Right behind the buoy was a wall of white fog.

There was no sign of any pirate port at all.

Although Byron was knowledgeable, he had never been to Anchor Bay, which only pirates could enter. He had only heard many legends about it.

Just when the pirates were becoming restless.

“Anchor Bay is right here.”

The door of the captain's room burst open, and [Blood Eyes] Salman limped out.

The cycle of delicious food - serious illness - eating people - relief - delicious food - serious illness - eating people repeats itself over and over again in his body.

His stomach was gradually conquered by Byron's cooking skills, and he could not do without his delicious food for five meals a day.

Especially after bringing out the hot pot that can cook anything, and the famous saying "all the nutrition is in the soup", Salman must finish even the seafood hot pot base at every meal.

I'm afraid the days are almost over.

It depends on which of them can't hold on first.

He took out the "Ten Commandments of Pirates" written on parchment and covered with bloody fingerprints from his bosom and placed it solemnly on the steering wheel.

There was a blood-red spiritual glow spreading in his eyes.

Slowly recited the Lighthouse Sequence, also known as the Pirate Ship Sequence, the motto that all the extraordinary people abide by:

"It is better to take by force than to work hard!"

Om-!
In Byron's [Spiritual Vision], a secondary legal network different from the [Silver Law] instantly emerged, perfectly matching the [Pirate Ten Commandments].

That is the iron law of the Pirate Emperor's royal power - the [Pirate Code].

The blood-colored spiritual glow overflowed from the French Net, dyeing the white mist in front of the eyes red, forming a pirate emblem belonging to the shark-riding skeleton of the Man-eating Shark.

Suddenly rushed into the depths of the fog.

Soon, a "clattering" sound of oars came from the depths of the white fog.

(End of this chapter)