48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng exchanged with each other only for a short period of time in the storm, and the information obtained was similar to that previously obtained from Seth.

The owner of the voice in his ear claimed to be a Celtic ancient god, sheltering navigators in the sea and empowering believers to manipulate the storm.

Of course, this capability is now somewhat discounted, not only in terms of storm control, but also in terms of usage limits, which can only be used once a month.

According to Betty, this is why her name is almost forgotten, and she promises that if Zhang Heng can recruit more believers for her, she can also empower Zhang Heng stronger, and if Zhang Heng can restore her power to its peak, she can make the former the true king of this ocean.

And this will require millions of followers, which is why Betty is staring at Zhang Heng, who sees Zhang Heng's extraordinary leadership.

However, the latter did not immediately promise her, besides the fact that Zhang Heng would only stay in the world for more than 10 years, even if he became the king of the ocean, Betty's words reminded Zhang Heng of the monster named Moresby who had escaped from Papua New Guinea before.

According to the Tang Dynasty old man, it was a totem that some tribe worshipped before, but with the demise of the Alkez tribe, it had to trap itself for a short period of time in order to survive, and came out similarly weak.

And now Betty's situation makes Zhang Heng again certain that these so-called supernatural beings are also facing a existential crisis.

Even compared to humans, their situation is truly vicious.

It is also because of this that Zhang Heng has always been a little wary of these existence. How credible are the commitments they made when even their basic survival is threatened?

Especially without knowing exactly what happened to that Clark ship, Zhang Heng couldn't have taken Betty's statement.

In any event, he did receive some useful information as a result of this contact.

Whether it's Moresby or Betty, their strength and weakness seem to be directly related to how much of their followers are, and they all seem afraid of being forgotten by the world.

Zhang Heng also heard many mythological stories as a child. No matter which mythological system the gods are under, they are inseparable from the mighty majesty. They created the world, created mankind, almost everything, but now it seems that the two sides are more like a symbiotic relationship.

Like crocodiles and toothpicks, sea anemones and homestead crabs.

Zhang Heng doesn't know if this metaphor is appropriate, but he has nothing to do with what happened before watching the sunset by the sea tonight. He just remembers that he has been in the world blinking for almost two years and is getting accustomed to life now.

In contrast, memories related to previous lives have become more and more distant.

It wasn't until he saw the sunset before him that he remembered the drip of another world, perhaps the only thing that hasn't changed in over 200 years.

However, he did not indulge in some sort of memories or sentiments, and quickly pulled himself out of his memories, and Annie Murmott drank the bottle of rum and the two returned to the beach where the camp was located.

Billy walked right at him, "I don't know if Annie told you that our repair and cleanup is almost over and we'll be back in the water by noon tomorrow. ”

Zhang Heng nodded, “Everyone has worked hard these days. Let's take a half-day off after fixing the boat. We'll leave the morning after tomorrow. ”

Billy had no objection to this, and shortly after he left, Freinar came over to give Zhang Heng a routine report before each voyage, "Our food and freshwater problems have been solved, and the stock on board is sufficient for a month and a half of voyage, but given the need to harness survivors from Nautilus Island, I hid the rest of the food and freshwater in a cave on the west side of the beach, which would maximize our mobility, and we could go back here to take it out if needed, after all, the two places were only a day apart. ”

“You're doing great.” Zhang Heng praised the munitions officer for his work, but the latter did not leave.

Diffrenaton went on to say, "In terms of artillery shells, we've been through several intense battles in a row, and we're consuming a lot, but in addition to the 24-pound artillery shells, we also found a replenishment on the Miranda. ”

Zhang Heng frowned, “If it doesn't work, replace the 24-pound cannon with a 12-pound cannon. ”

“Actually, my biggest concern is not shells, but gunpowder.” Mr. Quartermaster seriously said, "The powder on the Miranda was not well waterproofed and moisture-proof, and because at the time we were both in a state of war, a lot of gunpowder buckets were opened up, we rescued some of them, I had opened two buckets before, I thought nothing was wrong, but I just double-checked and found that some of them were seriously moistened. ”

“Is there enough gunpowder on board to support us in a battle? ”

“Almost enough for us to fire seven to eight rounds.” Divrena made a simple estimate, answered.

This number is still within the range of Zhang Heng's acceptance. Seven rounds of attack, almost one battle can also divide wins and losses. However, in this way their fault tolerance space is smaller, but there is no reason to give up at this point.

Now that the Cold Raven has repaired its hull, it is no longer in a previously fragile state and can choose to escape even if it cannot be fought. Zhang Heng also has great confidence in his steering technology when his sailing skills rise to LV3.

Whether it's for the 5,000 pounds of gold, the surviving pirates on the island, or the revenge of an arrow before us, the battle is inevitable.

Zhang Heng patted Difrena on the shoulder, "Don't worry, we'll kill them with seven rounds of combat. ”

“Yes, Captain.” Obviously, the Quartermaster was reluctant to go back to Nassau empty-handed. He simply did his job and gave Zhang Heng the honest feedback on the situation. As for the subsequent decision, it was up to the captain.

Nothing to say overnight.

The next day, the pirates sent the repaired Cold Raven back to the sea with rolling wood until they witnessed the smooth passage of the new Cold Raven into the water and shouted a cheer in the crowd. At last, their work on these days was not in vain, not only repairing the loopholes and cracks in the previous hull, but also fortifying the Cold Raven with redundant materials in preparation for the final battle to come.