Late at night, all was silent.
Only the sound of waves hitting the ship, monotonous and rhythmic.
Gibbs, as the most loyal First Mate of the explorer, was leaning against the iron plate outside the Captain's Cabin.
He was diligently keeping watch.
A glint of wisdom sparkled in his eyes, but his ears unconsciously perked up.
Creak... creak... that was the priceless mahogany bed in the Captain's Cabin, groaning under the strain.
The sound was sometimes urgent.
Sometimes gentle.
Like a symphony full of the rhythm of life.
Immediately following was a suppressed, fragmented, intermittent sound of artillery fire.
Miss Elizabeth... she must be repenting for her rude behavior last night, right?
Hmm, it must be so.
The Captain's "practical lesson" was indeed full of depth and meaning.
Even the repentance segment was designed so uniquely.
Gibbs nodded solemnly.
He was proud of his insight.
Suddenly, the rhythm of the artillery fire intensified sharply.
Accompanied by a regretful gasp.
Everything came to an abrupt halt.
The world once again returned to peace... Gibbs breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed tonight's lesson had concluded successfully.
In the future, there would be no more war.
And no more of those ear-splitting sounds.
He could finally catch a good nap.
He was about to change to a more comfortable position to sleep when the door of the Captain's Cabin opened with a "creak."
Roger walked out refreshed, wearing only a loose bathrobe that revealed his toned chest.
He yawned and stretched.
His whole being exuded a unique sense of laziness and satisfaction.
"You've worked hard, Gibbs."
Roger patted his First Mate's shoulder.
"It's nothing, Captain, it's all my duty."
Gibbs, with dark circles under his eyes, forced himself to be energetic and straightened his back.
Roger scanned the skeleton pirates on the deck who were pretending to sleep but had actually been listening with perked ears for half the night.
He cleared his throat.
"Alright! Stop playing dead! Everyone assemble!"
"the explorer, set sail tonight!"
"We are going to a distant, mysterious Eastern country, where gold is everywhere!"
Roger spread his arms, a fanatical expression like that of a pyramid scheme leader on his face.
"The generals there use golden toilets!"
"The warriors there wear swords, each one encrusted with gems!"
"Their women... ahem, that's not important!"
"What's important is!"
"We are going there for a friendly, benevolent... cultural exchange!"
"Roar!"
The skeletons on the deck instantly erupted in excitement.
Golden toilets!
Who the hell could resist that!
The girls at the Mermaid Tavern would have to step aside!
"Depart!"
As Roger gave the order, the black sails of the explorer automatically billowed without wind.
The ship vibrated slightly, cutting a white wake across the sea, speeding eastward.
Hector stood by the rudder, feeling the strong sea breeze constantly blowing from the stern, completely numb.
He had spent almost his entire life at sea, and this was the first time he had seen a ship that could always have a tailwind!
This was no longer sailing, this was flying with the wind!
Voyages were tedious.
Especially on the boundless ocean.
But the atmosphere on the explorer was exceptionally lively.
The new pirates discovered that their ship not only could repair itself and always have a tailwind, but the food on board was also unbelievably good.
Meat at every meal, and rum aplenty.
When they used to risk their lives for others, they drank water, and only when the water was about to spoil would those black-hearted captains add rum to extend its shelf life.
Sometimes, if alcohol wasn't added in time, they would die of diarrhea.
What ship could drink alcohol directly at every meal?
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