Chapter 1 The Beginning

Strictly speaking, the characters in the story weren't idiots. Many of them, including Norrington, had certainly heard of the notorious reputation of this "pirate captain," Fang Senyan. The reason they allowed him to operate in Port Royal, turning a blind eye, was twofold:

First, they felt that this "sailor" had indeed contributed to Port Royal, doing more good than harm. Second, in the prevailing environment, even the Queen accepted tributes from pirates. Armed merchant ships often moonlighted as pirates, and those who honestly only did business were rare. If legitimate armed merchant ships could moonlight as pirates, then why couldn't pirates repent and moonlight as armed merchant ships?

In addition, Fang Senyan also found an alchemist in Port Royal. Unfortunately, the services provided by this alchemist were not as comprehensive as those in Tortuga. The main reason wasn't the alchemist's limited skills, but because black magic had developed so powerfully in the past decade that some common alchemy enchantment materials from ten years ago had become extremely precious, while those originally valuable alchemy enchantment materials had become extinct.

So, in the end, the three of them could only choose services like "increase weapon damage by 1-1" and "increase armor's damage absorption by 1%." Even so, the price made Fang Senyan's purse shrink again.

Of course, Fang Senyan's investigation into Mr. Shaheen continued. With a torrent of gold pounds, he could always find a large number of clues. Even if these clues contained a lot of fabrication and false information, there would still be some pleasant surprises.

Finally, Fang Senyan also purchased a relic from an Italian merchant: holy water said to have been blessed by the Pope himself. Of course, the Italian merchant also obtained a share of the purchase of Chinese porcelain from Governor Swann, which was a win-win situation.

The night of the full moon arrived again.

It was already around ten o'clock in the evening, and the entire Port Royal was immersed in darkness and quiet. Everything looked no different from any other time.

However, suddenly a thin mist quietly descended on the port, obscuring the gentle moonlight.

The wind also gradually picked up. This wind seemed to ignore the obstruction of buildings, sweeping away the few remaining lights in the windows with a wanton, decisive force.

A thin black cat, its ribs showing, slowly walked across the empty street, flicking its tail. Its meow seemed to be the prelude to a soul-summoning song.

Mr. Will Turner, still working overtime, seemed to sense something. He stopped hammering the anvil and looked around through the window, but found nothing.

At the same time, the candlelight beside Miss Elizabeth Swann, who had hung the Aztec gold coin in the center of her room, flickered a few times and then went out. Miss Swann looked out the window with suspicion and then went to bed.

"They're here," Fang Senyan and his two companions, leading a group of seasoned fighters, had been lying in ambush on the hills outside Port Royal.

They witnessed a massive and elegant black warship silently glide in from afar, concealed by the thickening fog. It felt as if it were the master of the wind and waves, and even the ripples it created were tame and obedient.

Even more frightening, at first glance, the ship's speed seemed leisurely and unhurried, but in reality, it flashed past them and was already hundreds of meters away in an instant!

Such speed!

Such terrifying speed that one couldn't even sense the "fast"!

Before, when they hadn't been close to it, it was fine, but now, at the thought of fighting this ship on the open sea, even Fang Senyan immediately felt immense pressure. Even the cold and powerful feeling in its black sails seemed to transmit to his entire body.

Just witnessing it... the Black Pearl exerted such immense pressure!

Fang Senyan was silent for a moment. He took a deep breath and slowly said,

"Proceed according to the original plan."

As if to punctuate Fang Senyan's words, the roar of cannons suddenly rang out in the distance from Port Royal!! Then, bursts of dazzling fire could be seen erupting in the quiet and peaceful port! It was like brilliant fireworks, but in reality, it was a derivative of madness and destruction!

Although the sailors under Norrington were caught off guard and initially thrown into chaos, fortunately, Mr. Norrington was discussing Elizabeth's marriage with Governor Swann that night. The former had formally proposed to the beautiful lady.

Therefore, the commander bravely organized a counterattack in the first instance and sternly drove Governor Swann off the wall. Although the newly built turret was not completed, more than a dozen seven-pound cannons had been installed. The sailors quickly began to retaliate against the Black Pearl, which was moored in the port. Amidst the rumbling of heavy artillery fire, a fierce battle began.

At this time, professionals needed to appear. Fang Senyan knew that tonight was a great opportunity to obtain first-hand information about the Black Pearl, so he specially summoned Redbeard and other professionals from the ship. Redbeard looked at the two sides in the artillery battle and quickly gave his judgment:

"The Black Pearl's cannons don't have a long range, but the frequency of firing shells is obviously much faster. It should be because the gunners are very strong. In comparison, the British gunners seem too unfamiliar. Neither their accuracy nor their rate of fire can compare."

"That's for sure," Fang Senyan took a deep breath and said:

"Because the crew of the Black Pearl are now immortal. Even if they were pigs, after firing so many shells over the years and accumulating so much experience, they would definitely become skilled. The sailors under Norrington suffered heavy casualties in the bloody battle with the Siva Group. Although training can solve some problems, novices are still novices. Without the smoke of gunpowder and the test of death, it is indeed difficult to grow."

Soon, as Fang Senyan had predicted, the navy's firepower was suppressed. A half-completed turret was directly blasted into collapse. Several sailors on the gun positions were hit head-on by several shells, suffering heavy casualties. The little fighting spirit they had disappeared, and they dared not show their faces again.

Of course, the Black Pearl was also hit by a few shells during this period, but its defenses did not seem low. More importantly, according to observations, the speed at which the sailors on the ship repaired the hull was also extremely fast. The holes that appeared on the ship were being repaired at an astonishing rate. It seemed that the entire Black Pearl was like a monster with its own life, possessing extremely powerful self-healing abilities.

In this era, once a unit's casualty rate reached more than 30%, morale would easily collapse. As the last gun position was engulfed in smoke and fire in a violent explosion, four or five sailors were blown away by the powerful shockwave and flames. Port Royal finally lost its ability to resist, like a beauty who had her skirt ripped off, obediently opening her legs...

At this time, a dozen lifeboats dropped from the Black Pearl with a thud. They were full of savage pirates yelling "Heave-ho!" They waved axes, torches, and knives, and rushed towards the rich Port Royal. The dense fog was stirred by them, and the pirates seemed like demons rushing out of the mist, madly trampling on this rich land.

Houses were set on fire, and panicked people screamed. All that remained was endless chaos and soaring flames. The sailors under Norrington continued to organize and put up a meager resistance, but after all, the Black Pearl could still provide the pirates with long-range artillery support, so the sailors could only defend the barracks from being captured, unable to counterattack.

Fortunately, for the pirates, the barracks had almost no attraction to them. What they liked was gold, silk, and everything else of value. The cannons on the Black Pearl continued to fire randomly at the rest of Port Royal, avoiding the areas where the pirates were looting, intending to continue to deter and suppress any possible resistance.

Seeing that the looting and chaos had spread rapidly, and the rumbling cannons could cover up most of the noise, Fang Senyan took those subordinates who were good at close-quarters boarding combat and rushed into the prison in Port Royal. Of course, they didn't forget to cover their faces to avoid being bumped into by acquaintances and ruining their hard-won reputation in Port Royal.

The gate of the heavily guarded Port Royal prison was already deserted. No sailors would be dedicated enough to manage the safety of the scum, cheaters, robbers, thieves, and pirates inside, including that of the protagonist, Mr. Jack Sparrow.

The iron gate of the prison was open, a lonely lock hanging half-broken on the lock. Two sailors who seemed to have been unable to escape were lying on the ground with their hands spread out. Their Mauser rifles showed signs of having been fired. Flies were buzzing around them, eventually landing on their wide-open eyes. Two rows of blood footprints with a large distance between them had trampled past them, pointing directly to the inside of the prison.

Davis, the bearded man, walked over at this time, dipped a little of the viscous blood, and rubbed it between his fingers. He said:

"These two Englishmen have been dead for less than fifteen minutes. Strange, what are the pirates from the Black Pearl doing in the prison? I haven't heard of any of them being captured and imprisoned in Port Royal."