Pirate Journalist

Chapter 8 Downwind Boat

Gaya Island Pier.

Murphy stood here looking around for a long time, but unfortunately, he didn't find any passing merchant ships.

After killing Nelson, Murphy cut off his head in full view, swept up the bar's property, and then left calmly.

His original intention was to come to the pier and find a merchant ship to leave, and then exchange for bounties on the next island with a navy.

It's a pity that the sky didn't come true, and there wasn't even a merchant ship on the pier, only pirate ships.

"How about just rubbing against a pirate ship?"

It doesn't matter where the pirate ship goes, as long as you find an island with a navy, you can exchange for rewards, and you can also meet ships on regular routes, and it will be convenient to go wherever you want.

So be it!
He glanced at the boats docked on the shore, and didn't choose randomly, but walked towards a medium-sized pirate ship after careful observation.

Although his strength has successfully crushed Nelson, he is not arrogant. The pirate with a bounty of 2500 million can only be counted as the bottom in the entire great route.

This must be clear to Nelson himself, otherwise he would not stop at the front end of the great route and linger.

Relying on the memory of his previous life, Murphy also evaluated his current strength. If converted into a bounty, it would be around 4000 million, which is far from being powerful.

The sea is so big, and there are many Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons. If Murphy got on the wrong boat, he might not be able to get off.

If it is a large ship or a giant ship, it is impossible for the captain to control it without some strength.

It is also necessary to pay attention to the small ones. The weather on the great route changes. It is not easy to travel on such a ship. Boats are trickier.

And the pirate ship in front of him, which was packing up the cargo on the deck and was about to set off, was neither too big nor too small, just in line with Murphy's requirements.

At least, before he boarded the ship, he really felt that he met the requirements.

Murphy lightly ran up and jumped on the bollard, and he landed on the boat like a bird.

"who!?"

Several pirates on board were making preparations before sailing, and Murphy's movement immediately attracted their attention.

Very well, no one in front of him can put pressure on him!
"Don't be nervous, it's just a ride with the wind, the kind that pays for the boat."

The corner of Murphy's mouth curled up, revealing a harmless smile. He was still a cultural person in his bones, he didn't like fighting, and he wouldn't take the initiative to cause trouble if it wasn't necessary.

"Get off, there are no passengers on board!"

One of the middle-aged pirates showed an impatient expression and waved at Murphy as if to chase away flies.

"Really no guests?" Murphy narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

The corners of his mouth are still curved, but it looks a little sharp.

Or with the momentum that just killed Nelson, the pirate on the opposite side seemed to feel something, subconsciously shrank his head, and stopped talking.

"what happened?"

A voice that was full of vigor suddenly came, and then two figures came out of the cabin. The one who spoke was the tall figure wearing the captain's hat who was walking in front, and the other one was smaller in comparison and walked behind.

Obviously, it was the captain who spoke, that is, the strongest man on board.

Murphy subconsciously followed the voice, presumably as long as he "persuaded" him, he would be fine.

But the next moment, his face was startled, and things seemed to be a little different from what he thought.

It is true that the other party is the captain, but unexpectedly, the other party is "she" instead of "he".

Pirates emerge in endlessly in this sea, and there are also many female pirates, but it is indeed rare to be a captain.

Moreover, such a fat body with freckles all over the face is even rarer. This image immediately reminded Murphy of Alita who hadn't eaten the slippery fruit.

"It's all right. There's a man who wants to hitch a ride. We'll drive him off right now, Captain Needham."

Murphy keenly noticed that the faces of the pirates who were talking to him froze, showing panic on their faces, and then explained in a panic.

"Fun boat? Wait a minute."

The female captain named Needham looked at Murphy suspiciously, then raised her brows, and a gleam of surprise seemed to flash in her eyes.

He waved his hand to stop his subordinates, and asked Murphy, "Little brother, where are you going? You don't look like a pirate, and you actually want to take a pirate ship?"

"Any island is fine, as long as it is on the normal route, unlike here are all pirate ships, I have no choice."

Murphy shrugged and explained casually.

"You're very brave at such a young age, aren't you afraid of danger? Hahaha, I'll take you with me." Needham laughed loudly, looking very excited, and turned to the people behind him and said, "Morrie, give this Little brother arrange a room."

"Okay, Captain." The man behind him responded, and then said to Murphy, "Then come here, and I'll take you to your room."

Compared with Needham, this man's figure is much thinner, and he wears a pair of glasses like Murphy, but he looks much older in age, about 25 or 6 years old.

"Thank you, there are quite a lot of good people among pirates."

Murphy smiled slightly and offered a compliment, but he became vigilant in his heart.

The captain agreed so readily, he agreed without even asking for his information or even his name, which was confusing.

And the man named Morrie was also very strange. He looked like he was relieved when he heard some good news. He looked at him with a different feeling, as if... pity?

He looked at the pirates doing odd jobs again, and the eyes of these pirates revealed a similar feeling.

Why do you feel like you've entered a den of thieves?
No, isn't this a den of thieves?

Murphy followed Morrie and walked into the cabin. For some reason, the warm corridor felt chilly.

He thought about it, and asked casually, "Where is your ship going?"

"The Chambord Islands, as long as there are pirate ships, they all go in that direction." Morrie smiled kindly, and said to the boy in front of him.

Murphy could sense that Morrie really didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, and there was nothing wrong with the information he said.

The Great Route is generally divided into two parts, the first half is called Paradise, and the second half is called New World.

If the pirate ship wants to go to the new world, it must pass through the fishman island.

On the other hand, the Fishman Island is located [-] meters below the seabed, and the pirate ships have to be coated to withstand the pressure of deep water.

As the last stop of the paradise, Chambord Islands is an unavoidable point for pirates to go to the new world. All pirate ships need to be replenished and coated here.

There is nothing wrong with Maury saying that the pirate ship is heading to the Chambord Islands.

Did he really think too much?
A shock came suddenly, and with the shaking and turning of the hull, the pirate ship began to set sail.

It seems that no matter whether you think about it or not, you can't go down.

Murphy also went to the Chambord Islands. If the destination of the ship was the same as that of the ship, he would have saved the trouble of transferring.

"Here we are, this is the room. Clean it up first, and I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

Morrie opened a door, took Murphy in, and left after explaining a few words.

But before leaving, Morrie took a strange look at the package in the young man's hand. Although he was a little skeptical but not sure, when he passed the closed space of the corridor, he faintly noticed that there was a smell of blood in the package.

After Morrie left, Murphy threw the package on the table and sat on the stool to ponder.

Going to the Chambord Islands is not necessarily a pirate. If you jump out of this thinking frame, you will have other answers.

He habitually put his bent right index finger on his chin, dawdling while thinking.

Is this ship a slave ship?
He opened the [Exchange] interface, turned a few pages directly, and then looked at one of the items.

[Would you like to spend 200 points to exchange for a remote-controlled monitoring phone bug? 】

【Yes】.

He had noticed this series of props for a long time, and all kinds of different types of phone bugs filled the entire page.

Various functions of monitoring, monitoring, anti-monitoring, photography, and photography emerge in endlessly.

This sea is treacherous and extremely dangerous. As a freelance writer, how can I do without intelligence gathering ability!
(End of this chapter)