Chapter 41 Mr. Gibbs

Just as Fang Senyan had expected, the down-on-his-luck Mr. Gibbs was surrounded by a group of Contractors. Although these Contractors didn't have much money, they could still afford to buy him a drink. The cunning old fox Gibbs was all smiles as he poured rum down his throat as if it were water, clearly intending to freeload.

The bartender's information was the most well-informed. The news that Fang Senyan and the others had killed the "Gray Pigeon" bartender had already spread. So, when Old Sea Dog went to buy wine, he received a very humble attitude and the highest standard of service.

Obviously, those Contractors had sent out high-charisma talents. Therefore, most of them were able to talk to Gibbs. But just as Fang Senyan said, a large ship that could brave the wind and waves (a III-class ship) was a necessary condition to move Gibbs. Otherwise, no matter how much they talked, they could only increase their personal friendship.

Fang Senyan and the others sat down quietly nearby, watching Mr. Gibbs use his simple and honest smile and ambiguous attitude to deal with the Contractors, watching the Contractors' hopes slowly turn to despair as their gold coins decreased. It was quite interesting.

Before long, Mr. Gibbs drank the last cup of rum and smacked his lips with lingering interest. Only then did he turn around and look around:

"Huh, where are they?"

The Contractors' funds were exhausted, and they knew that they had met an old fox like Gibbs, and they couldn't fall out with him, so of course they could only slip away. At this time, Fang Senyan gave Old Sea Dog a look. The old man stood up, sat next to Gibbs, snapped his fingers and ordered a glass of the most expensive Crown Rum, drinking it slowly.

Back in Tortuga Port, the most expensive wine was golden rum, but that was because of Lord Fokke's laissez-faire policy back then. Now, the competition in Tortuga can be said to be fierce. As long as you have money, even authentic Longjing tea from China is available! Naturally, the pirates' favorite rum was readily available, with a wide variety. There were five types of rum with qualities above golden rum. Crown Rum cost fifty pounds a glass, ranking only third in Tortuga at this time.

Gibbs's capacity for alcohol was originally very good. The rum that the Contractors had bought him was at most two or three bottles, just enough to whet his appetite. Looking at the golden liquid swaying in Old Sea Dog's cup, he couldn't help swallowing and said:

"Mate, can you buy me a drink?"

Old Sea Dog suddenly smiled and said:

"If you're willing to meet our boss."

Mr. Gibbs hesitated and said:

"Who is your boss?"

Old Sea Dog turned his head and looked, his eyes full of admiration:

"Third mate of the Flying Dutchman, friend of the Kraken Paul, captain of the great Sam, the legendary sailor Rock from the East."

Gibbs was a man who had seen the world. To him, among Fang Senyan's titles, the most weighty was still the friend of the Kraken Paul. Therefore, under the temptation of Crown Rum, he still sat next to Fang Senyan.

Mr. Gibbs had a beard and a round head. For some reason, Fang Senyan always associated him with a very simple and sturdy gorilla. After he sat down, Fang Senyan raised his glass:

"Mr. Gibbs, hello, this is our second meeting."

Gibbs hesitated and said:

"Oh, right, ten years ago when you were working under Armand I must remind you, Armand has been looking for you for ten years. Now that the news of your return has appeared, he will definitely not let you go."

Fang Senyan smiled and said:

"Thank you for your reminder. To thank you for your enthusiasm, bartender, please give Mr. Gibbs a glass of Crown Rum."

Gibbs rubbed his hands and smiled:

"How embarrassing."

But Mr. Gibbs's next actions just showed the hypocrisy of his words. This knowledgeable old pirate eagerly took the glass of Crown Rum handed over by the bartender and drank it all in one gulp, then exhaled a satisfied breath of alcohol.

Fang Senyan was not in a hurry to get to the point, and suddenly said seriously:

"I happened to be present on the night of the incident in Tortuga Port, but I only know that Lord Fokke launched an attack on the Black Pearl, but I don't know the specific situation at the time. Mr. Gibbs, you were there at the time. Do you know what happened?"

Fang Senyan now calculated that even if Lord Fokke knew that he was the murderer, he would never publicize the fact that his wife had cheated on him and was killed. This had nothing to do with title or strength, it was entirely a common problem of men... After Gibbs heard Fang Senyan's words, a look of embarrassment and fear suddenly appeared on his face, and he stammered:

"Actually, I don't know why Lord Fokke went crazy and wanted to deal with us (he is really loyal to Jack, he knows about Lord Fokke's wife Sally cheating, and he is tight-lipped at this time). In the afternoon, Lord Fokke sent someone to invite the old captain and Mr. Sparrow to a banquet. No one knew that this was an extremely dangerous trap. Fortunately, Mr. Sparrow didn't go, and we have never seen the old captain since, and even his life and death are unknown."

Fang Senyan nodded and said:

"After capturing the old captain, the Black Pearl seemed to be captured?"

Gibbs immediately became agitated and said:

"How is that possible! We still have Mr. Sparrow, and the powerful boatswain Hanster. But I must admit that Lord Fokke's fighting ability is amazing. If the various abilities he showed in the end were not too evil, directly leading to the rebellion of his subordinates, then the Black Pearl might really have become history."

"Oh?" Fang Senyan wanted to know Lord Fokke's abilities the most at this time, so he immediately snapped his fingers and said: "Waiter, I think Mr. Gibbs must be thirsty, so I decided to buy him a glass of Caucasus Summit Rum to moisten his throat. Damn it, bartender, you can't add ice cubes directly to it, bring the wine full of ice cubes and we'll add it ourselves!"

Caucasus Summit Rum was already a higher-grade item than the previous Crown Rum. Gibbs's eyes suddenly lit up. This time, he couldn't bear to drink it all in one gulp. He took a small sip and showed a look of fear and said:

"Lord Fokke is really a demon, a powerful demon I have never seen before! He can release powerful cold air at will, directly freezing a normal person into an ice cube. Weapons can only leave wounds on his body, but it doesn't seem to affect his combat power at all, or even shed a drop of blood. He can even sacrifice the souls of friendly troops to replenish his own life. This is also the main reason that led to the rebellion of Lord Fokke's subordinates in the end. But this is not the most terrifying thing!"

Speaking of this, Gibbs could no longer hide the fear in his eyes:

"At that time, there were nearly forty people who fought against Lord Fokke, and about thirty people were directly injured by him. None of these people survived, not a single one! They died from their injuries, even the extremely powerful boatswain Hanster was no exception! They were all infected with the same fatal disease, and died within a month after that battle! Hanster was such a powerful guy, but he only had a small scratch on the back of his hand, and he still couldn't escape!"

Fang Senyan listened quietly until Mr. Gibbs, panting heavily, picked up his glass again before saying:

"So, how did he fall in the end?"

"Take down?" Gibbs suddenly smiled bitterly: "No, no, no, I think you must have misunderstood something. At that time, we saw that his cold magic was too powerful, so we started a raging fire. Boatswain Hanster finally lit Lord Fokke's body with a torch, and then Mr. Sparrow ignited a three-pounder cannon and hit him. Lord Fokke finally rode that huge demonic horse and jumped into the ocean. I have never seen him since."

Fang Senyan pondered for a while, determined that Mr. Gibbs might not have said some things, but he shouldn't be lying, so he coughed and got to the point:

"Mr. Gibbs, you seem to be quite down on your luck now. The smell on your body tells me that you seem to be living in a pigsty recently?"

A look of embarrassment appeared on Gibbs's face:

"Can we not talk about this topic? Dear Sailor Rock?"

Fang Senyan smiled slightly and said:

"Okay, no problem, then we need to talk about the current situation of Mr. Jack Sparrow? It seems that he has been invited by the hospitable Royal Port guards to visit the prison."

"Oh? When did he get into the Royal Port prison? I just heard many people say that he would go to the Royal Port." Mr. Gibbs said very irritably: "And today, many people have used this as an excuse to come to me. Damn it, what can an old man sleeping in a pigsty do?"

"Well, intelligence is not always correct, but what you said earlier was not your true heart, Mr. Gibbs." Fang Senyan smiled and said: "You and I both know very well that without Captain Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl will always be occupied by Barbossa's group of traitors. I can tell you my purpose very frankly. I hope to join forces with Mr. Jack Sparrow to kill Barbossa. If it is difficult to do this, at least I want to know some detailed information about the Black Pearl. That is my purpose."

Gibbs held his glass, and said suspiciously:

"You really only have this little request?"