48 Hours a Day

“I'm sorry I didn't interrupt your celebration.” Olf said, at the same time, he swept through the pirates, and the guys who stood closer to him didn't want to sneak away, but then he heard the old helmsman say, “Relax, I'm not here to pursue you for desertion, after all, we just won a very beautiful battle, I want to say I'm honored to fight alongside you, at this time proper indulgence is not bad, right? ”

As soon as he said that, the pirates were relieved and restored to the previously crowded atmosphere, and there was talk of Olf being shot to the root by a rookie sailor in a previous battle.

Olf laughed and went back. After a while, he said, “I think I heard someone say they want a big fight. ”

The pirates who spoke before the story stood up, “Mr. Olf, everyone wants to know when we're going to do it. With this ship, we can take anything we want now! ”

His words suddenly led to a good and conciliatory sound, and it was every man's dream to fly a warship like the Scarborough to fight, although the wounds on his body were not yet good enough, many people couldn't help itching.

“Well, let's try the power of these cannons.” Olf was satisfied.

“Now?” The pirates are a little strange. The battle is over and they don't have any other prey around them. How do we test the power of the cannon to get air?

“Who says we don't have a target,” Olf points to the distant Sea Lion, "isn't that a ready-made target? ”

The latter are now floating on the surface of the sea, seemingly impeccable, the British navy full of dense numbness and surrendered weapons on deck, they are mostly depressed, and people still have confusion in their eyes, still wonder how the war was lost, and more fatally, what fate awaits them when they return.

Not only were the casualties heavy, the Scarborough lost, the first lieutenants killed, but even the captain was robbed, and the opponent was not a regular army, just a group of pirates, who used to beat the crap out of the head rats, which was the greatest disgrace in the entire history of the Royal Navy, and now they are crucified on the pole of disgrace.

A lot of people couldn't help crying over the Scarborough not far away.

On the other side, on the second deck of Queen Anne's Revenge, the pirates fell into silence.

The civilized world sees them as beasts and villains, and these guys have no objection, or even a little complacency, because only powerful enough people can survive in this area.

They are accompanied by a storm, and every time they go out to sea they face the threat of the navy, the reef, the pirate hunters and even other pirates, the weak will be eliminated and left with fearless warriors, who see the queen and the law as nothing, but that does not mean that they are free of taboos.

As men, they valued the promise that their captain had promised the crew across the street that they would not be harmed as long as the navy laid down its weapons, but now Olf was going to tear it apart and make them fire on a group of defenceless people who had surrendered.

This made it a little difficult for them to accept that, after half a silence, someone couldn't help but say, "We've never done anything like this before. Is that the captain's order? ”

“What good would it do me to forge an order?” Olf stalled the stall.

“We are required only to accept the captain's orders unconditionally in the battle," another said, "and now that the battle is over, I think we can vote on it. ”

“Don't be silly, do you have any idea what the consequences of sending these people back will be, and soon every port will know that the Scarborough is in the hands of pirates, that they will recruit men and build artillery tanks, and do you think Belomont will go to Charleston to attend his daughter's wedding? And it's not that easy to miss this opportunity and catch a big guy like that. ”

Olf frowned, “We can't risk it, what the captain said before was just to stabilize the situation. After all, we are numerically disadvantaged. More than a hundred exhausted people want to capture more than four hundred soldiers armed to the teeth. It's impossible not to conspire. Gentlemen, don't forget what the purpose of our battle is. Without the treasure, why would we risk taking this ship? ”

The last words of the old rudder finally touched the pirates on the deck, who had paid an unimaginable price to find Kid's treasure, with less than a third of the original group now remaining, and no one could accept the consequences of this if, at this time, they had lost their hearts because of a sudden softness.

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The last boat carrying sailors approached the Sea Lion, and the people on the deck threw down the soft ladder to pick up the people under it, and anyway, they were undoubtedly lucky to be alive now compared to those who had died.

Although the future of losing the war was uncertain, there was still hope as long as it survived, at a time when there was much less separation between officers and sailors, munitions officers were distributing bug-growing hard cookies inside, and the captain's office gave way to the wounded, but then the crowd suddenly rioted.

Because they saw the Scarborough not far away suddenly opening its mouth, like a giant beast in the deep sea revealing its teeth.

“God!" The basket in the hands of the munitions officer fell to the ground, and the biscuits were everywhere, his mouth wide open and his eyes filled with despair.

At the same time, panic spreads on the deck at an incredible rate. The sailors instinctively drove Shimokura away. Yet the surrounding sea is uncertain, and they don't know where else to go. The only small group of people who remain sober and rational want to unravel the cable and raise the sail, but it is too late.

No one knows the range of those cannons better than these people on board.

Edward Titch stood quietly in the captain's chamber, looking at the Sea Lion submerged in gunfire, like a wrecked toy, ravaged by a random child, and eventually turned into a piece of ground.

The shooting lasted five minutes, and when it was all over, there was only a silent burning surface, and the semi-cutted mast fluctuated with the waves.

“Unfortunately, God is not here today. ”