Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 396: Deep Sea Whale Hunting: Standard Whale Oil Company

The sudden departure of the Phantom in the Bottle during the final window of opportunity for the bridgehead was just an insignificant episode for most people in the colonial fleet.

Anyway, everyone has jointly signed the "Wilderness Development Order", which, like an invention patent, has a protection period of at least twenty years.

Later comers must respect the hard work of these pioneers, and even if they are stronger, they cannot forcibly seize the other party’s pioneering achievements.

Even if the pioneer dies unexpectedly during subsequent exploration, his property and related interests will be inherited by the designated heirs under the fairness of the [Silver Law].

Naturally, I'm not worried that the lone sailboat collector will cause any more trouble.

Some continued to build permanent shelters, whale oil workshops, and even colonial towns, while others had already gone out to sea to begin the long-awaited whaling business.

They had to try to fill the cargo hold with precious whale oil before the end of the month so that the logistics support personnel who would arrive later could seize the opportunity and make the first pot of gold in the whale oil power revolution.

This kind of opportunity that can blow up even pigs is rare. Anyone who misses it is a fool.

The Golden Deer is naturally among them.

They go even further than others.

Thanks to the "West Wind Express Celestial Circulation Belt No. 1 Station" in the Great Bear Islands on the north side of the celestial circulation belt, whaling ships and caravans arrived at Whale Song Town on Island No. 1 early this morning, injecting vitality into this whaling town.

Many equipment and facilities that had just been suspended for a few days were restarted by them.

"Let go of the boat!"

Byron stood on the rear deck of the Golden Hind and gave an order. The sailors immediately used a pulley system to lower the thick davits and lowered several small boats full of part-time whalers into the sea.

Contrary to what many ordinary people imagine, you don't actually need a very large ship to fight deep-sea monsters like whales.

A small ketch or even a sloop as a transport platform, coupled with a few rowing boats, was more than adequate for the job.

It’s just that small whalers don’t put the boats on deck, but always tow them at the stern with ropes.

The three small boats immediately locked onto a nearby giant creature that was nearly 30 meters long and was taking a breath leisurely.

A group of Deathwing guards paddled very fast, leaving a white water line behind the boat, and quickly surrounded it.

Before they could get close, the honest man Eight Fingers, the Phantom Blade Gus, and the Blood Red Whiskey Alfred, who had been ready to fight, each held a harpoon, stomped their military boots on the bow and jumped high.

Bang!
The bow of the ship sank violently, causing a huge splash like a thunder.

Without waiting for the water to fall, the three of them had already landed on the back of the giant whale at the same time like meteors, aiming the harpoons in their hands at the heart and stabbing them hard into its body.

Before the giant whale could swing its tail in pain and strike back, he jumped back into the water, stepped on the crest of the wave in a state of "flow", and hid far away.

"So strong!"

"awesome!"

Close combat with such a giant beast always makes the brave sailors excited. Seeing the three of them succeed with one strike, the other crew members cheered for them loudly.

No one cares about this feat which ordinary people may have to risk their lives to accomplish. For them, the third-level extraordinary people, it is as easy as eating and drinking.

Byron also knew that they just thought whaling was a novelty and purely for the fun of it, and they would get bored of it soon.

As for using only the most primitive harpoon for hunting instead of the concrete "Tornado Jet Armstrong Cannon", it's not intentional to show off.

It is because the [Naturalists] and [Prophets] of the Tower Sequence have already summarized the corresponding "Whaling Ground Taboo" here:
"First, there is a certain regularity in the arrival of whales. The best whaling season is from May to September every year in the Rift Valley. The number of Leviathan whales is the largest, and whaling is also the safest during this period.

Second, whalers can only use the most primitive manpower and harpoons to hunt whales manually. Any "whaling weapon" driven by gunpowder or whale oil will lead to unknown consequences.

Including but not limited to: a sudden head-breaking wave breaks a whaling ship in half, [Bizarre·Skeleton Whale Fall] launches an endless deep-sea revenge, [Bizarre·Ghost Whale] sings whale songs and takes away all the living people in a sea area.
3. Stop having sex three days in advance to purify your mind. If possible, it is best to carry a whale bone amulet with you so that the sea area will mistakenly think you are one of their own. This can eliminate most of the risks of accidents.

4. If you encounter a whale carcass that has been dead for more than a day, do not approach or touch it with the intention of taking advantage of the situation.

Unless you want to take off from the spot, and the flight altitude will be closer to heaven than anyone else.

5. Attention! Mei's Leviathan is not pure white. If you encounter a pure white giant beluga, please flee immediately and never attract its attention in any way.

That thing called 'white whale' usually only attacks whalers within one nautical mile of it. Distance is your only safety line."

Each island has engraved its taboos on a stone tablet, which stands in the most conspicuous position on the dock, so that any whaling ships coming here in the future can see them clearly at first glance.

However, this taboo rule only applies to humans. The deep-sea tribes who also come here to hunt whales do not need to go through so much trouble.

"Hey——!"

The giant whale, hit by three harpoons, wanted to dive into the deep sea in panic, but the rope on the harpoon was tied to many empty oak barrels, and the end was connected to the keel of the boat.

The huge buoyancy was pulling on it all the time, making it unable to escape. It could only continue to swim forward, pulling the three boats at high speed on the sea.

Vigorous exercise also speeds up oxygen consumption.

Just a few minutes later, the whale, which had been shot three times, had no choice but to swim to the surface again to breathe.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the other harpooners on the three boats launched another attack and deeply penetrated it with three more harpoons.

puff!puff!
The massive blood loss and excessive fatigue caused the giant whale to swim slower and slower, and the time intervals between surfacing to breathe became shorter and shorter. Every time it surfaced, it would be besieged by the whalers.

It didn't take long, after about four or five rounds of attacks, the giant beast fell down completely, floating motionless on the water, and its bright red blood dyed a large area of ​​the sea red.

Even though it is huge in size, it is still just an ordinary creature. If someone catches its weakness, it will just be killed.

A professional whaling ship following behind the Golden Deer immediately caught up.

The bearded captain of the Hastings Bay told his crew to start work:
"Young men, cut up the whale blubber and start refining the oil. Don't waste even a drop of the precious spermaceti oil. Scrape it all clean."

"Got it, Captain."

Many sailors jumped into the sea with knives in their mouths, swam to the body of the giant beast, and began to cut it up on the spot.

There is a "brain oil device" in the huge head of Leviathan whale.

It is a large, deep cavity surrounded by fascia and a thick layer of muscle, and filled with precious spermaceti, which can store up to six tons.

Spermaceti is a translucent liquid with a light rose color. Once exposed to cold air, it will solidify into milky white waxy lumps.

It contains the richest source material and huge energy. It does not need to be further refined and processed like whale blubber. It is already the best alchemical material.

The less valuable blubber would be cut up and put into barrels, which would then be stacked one by one into the smelly cabins of the whaling ships, where conditions were extremely poor.

Another part will be processed on the ship while it is freshest, and the whale oil is of the highest quality at this time.

"Open the pot. We will cook it on the spot. The Lighthouse Weekly says that only the freshest whale oil can be sold at a high price."

The captain of the whaling ship rubbed his hands excitedly and personally checked every detail to make sure there were no mistakes.

Byron saw that the whaling ship had a large furnace built with bricks in the middle of the main deck, with several large pots working at the same time.

Few whaling ships did this before, and they usually transported the blubber back to the dock for processing.

This was mainly because many crew members were afraid of death. After all, if an accident happened to the huge furnace that was constantly burning, it was very likely to ignite the entire wooden whaling ship, and they would not even be able to escape in the vast ocean.

Moreover, the danger of Leviathan whale oil is not much different from that of gunpowder. If something goes wrong, it is far more dangerous than ordinary whale oil.

But what does a “small risk” matter in the face of “huge benefits”?

Just be careful.

Thus, a whaling ship became a mobile factory that could complete the following tasks more efficiently: whaling, cutting, refining, and storage, and naturally earn more wealth.

As long as they make a few transactions back and forth, the money for everyone on the ship to save their lives and settle down will be enough, and the rest will be all profit.

As for who to sell to?
Of course, it is the Standard Whale Oil Company, a subsidiary of the Vanguard Colonial Trading Company.

Even if Byron did nothing, at least 10% of the whale oil produced in the rift trench would fall into his hands, laying the industrial foundation for him to become a whale oil tycoon.

If he doesn't seize this great opportunity to make a fortune, Miss [Mithril Dragon] Catherine will probably hang this prodigal brother up and whip him with a nine-tailed cat for three days and three nights.

Seeing this bustling scene before his eyes, Tycoon Byron nodded with satisfaction:

“Our selling point at Standard Whale Oil is standardization.

Establish a set of standard hunting, purchasing, finishing, transportation and storage processes to ensure that every can of whale oil produced by the company is of consistent quality!

Only when various industries that rely on whale oil thrived will consumers realize the value of the word "standard".

Once the special leeches used for whale oil extraction come on line, the efficiency can be increased exponentially.

Our target is - the monopoly king of whale oil!

Integrate similar upstream and downstream related companies to form a huge whale oil monopoly trust. By then, as long as I stomp my feet in Whale Song Town, the Old Continent will shake three times.

Monopoly is not good for other countries, but it is good for me.”

After satisfying his whaling addiction with his crew, he was about to order the boat to return home, but when he turned the boat around, he unexpectedly noticed that there seemed to be something deep underwater nearby that was attracting him.

"What's wrong, Byron?"

Noticing his strangeness, Violet reached out and tugged at his sleeve.

This great craftsman, who had been immersed in his research, was also forced by Byron to come out and relax.

She happened to have captured the virtual ship spirit of a fifth-level legendary craftsman, who could share most of her work.

Although he only inherited all the knowledge of the [Sailboat Collector], he does not have the agility of a normal human being, which Byron thinks is an advantage.

And perhaps affected by the overloaded research tasks yesterday, after signing the contract with Byron, he directly turned into a ruthless scientific research machine without self.

Apart from research, I don’t even touch my favorite sailboat anymore.

When Byron placed a [Blue Dragon King] and a [Golden Deer] in front of him, the ship spirit didn't even look at them, and Byron was completely relieved.

With the help of this ship spirit, Violet naturally doesn't have to be so busy.

It even took the other party only one day to come up with a preliminary "specific boiling point distillation extraction method" to ensure that the different qualities of whale oil purchased could be separated into finished products of the same standard.

Naturally, this invention was also named after Violet.

Byron concentrated and sensed it for a moment, and said with some surprise:
"There seem to be crystal skulls underwater? Yes, thirteen crystal skulls."

He now has a total of seven crystal skulls in his hands: Crystal Skull No. 1 [God of Heaven]; No. 2 [Mother Goddess of Earth]; No. 3 [Corn God]; No. 5 [Sun God]; No. 6 [Moon Goddess]; No. 8 [Quetzalcoatl]; and No. 12 [North Star God].

The remaining six are missing.

The Skull No. 1 on Byron's neck can sense the locations of other skulls within the territory of the Taya Empire.

Once out of the empire, this perception will drop significantly, and it can only be accurately sensed if it is within a few kilometers.

From [Tiamat, the Mother of a Hundred Heads of Dragons] and [Kraken, the Sleeping God], we know that when the Taya Empire collapsed, many evil cults were trying to take advantage of the situation.

It is not surprising that they took advantage of the chaos to bring the most valuable treasures to the southern continent.

Byron was looking forward to gathering all thirteen skulls so that the "Flower Mountain Paradise" in his mind could become a real thing. At that time, it would not only be able to accommodate souls, but also allow the entry and exit of matter.

A paradise on earth comparable to that of God!
Carrying a beautiful little world like heaven with you is something that every ocean adventurer would never dare to dream of.

Violet, the “Witch,” also sensed it.

“That should be the rift trench.

It just so happens that we haven’t had time to explore the secrets of the whale people yet. Whale Song Town is just a whaling town, and a considerable portion of their property should still be hidden underwater.”

Byron immediately perked up after hearing what she said.

First, we sent two ravens, Fujin and Muni, to take a look around and confirm that there was no danger that could not be dealt with.

Then he said hello to the others, picked up Violet, the only one who could move freely in the deep sea, and flew up, landing on the big head of Ammonite Snail.

The waves parted and rushed into the deep sea together.

(End of this chapter)