game traveler

Chapter 115 Welcome to Havana

As the foothold of Spain's conquest and colonial activities in the Americas, and later became the transfer station of the Armada full of treasures traveling back and forth between the old and new continents, after hundreds of years of development, Havana has become the most brilliant sea in the West Indies. Pearl.

Green forests and tall palm trees surround the entire town.

The lush branches and leaves on the beach sway gently with the breeze, as if they are welcoming sailboats from all over the world to sail into the port.

The houses built of white stone and the red slate tile roof look full of age, perhaps because they have become white and dilapidated due to the wind and sun.

Along with the waves hitting the beach, the seagulls in mid-air were also humming.

The bustling pier is moored with ships of all sizes.

Rorschach even saw two three-decked Spanish three-masted galleons with numerous gun muzzles, like giant sea monsters, docked at the pier.

Obviously, that is his future prey - the Spanish treasure ship!
While on board, Rorschach learned from Big O'Neill that every treasure ship at least carried gold and silver treasures worth hundreds of thousands of pesos.

In other words, if he successfully plunders a Spanish treasure ship, Rorschach can get thousands of game points!
With such a generous return, Rorschach couldn't help but look at it a few more times, as if he wanted to firmly engrave these walking game gift packages in his mind.

Of course, high returns come with high risks.

Looting a merchant ship is not the same thing as robbing a Spanish treasure ship.

From the black muzzles on the third deck of the treasure ship, one can tell that this is not someone to be messed with...

On the pier, the sailors were busy moving the goods out of the ships. Several Spanish shipping officers in yellow uniforms were holding quills and ledgers, recording every sailboat and cargo that entered the port, and collecting berthing fees. and excise tax.

Some prostitutes dressed in fancy dresses and low-cut skirts stood by the road, waving handkerchiefs in their hands, and winking at passing sailors.

Lively, prosperous, full of the atmosphere of the times. ——This is Rorschach's first impression of Havana.

The bustling scene of Havana brightened Rorschach's eyes.

Being a pirate is not as pleasant as in a certain pirate movie.

Long sea voyages make fresh water resources extremely precious.

Even if you want to take a bath, you have to find an uninhabited island and use the fresh water on the island to wash.

If you can't find it, you have to endure the smell that cannot be cleaned for a long time.

This is also one of the reasons why the teeth of pirates and sailors are dark and yellow, and even rotten.

Pirates, meaning sea thieves.

However, even the most powerful pirates have to rely on land to live, otherwise, they are like rootless duckweeds...

Under Rorschach's control, the Poseidon slowly sailed into the dock.

Seeing the British flag flying on the Poseidon, a shipping officer on the pier frowned and greeted him casually.

Looking at Rorschach and O'Neal who had just stepped off the boat, he asked in heavily accented English, "Gentlemen, is this your boat?"

Perhaps it was because of Rorschach's complexion that the shipping officer subconsciously looked at Big O'Neill, thinking that he was the captain of the ship.

Hearing this, O'Neill looked at Rorschach for the first time, and the latter nodded slightly, before O'Neill took over the conversation, and immediately responded:

"Yes, sir, is there a question?"

"You need to pay one peso to dock at the pier. Also, you have to pay one percent of the total value of the goods as excise tax."

"Oh, I see..."

While speaking, Big O'Neill took off a money bag from his waist, took out a Spanish silver dollar from it, and handed it to the shipping officer.

At this time, Big O'Neill did not look like a burly pirate at all, but more like a shrewd businessman.

Judging from O'Neill's familiar operation, he should have come to Havana a lot.

Next, after sending someone to count the total value of the goods, and collecting the docking fee and goods tax, the shipping officer gave a satisfied smile to a very cooperative businessman like O'Neill:
"Welcome to Havana, Mr. Smith!"

When the shipping officer left with his men, Luo Xia, who was sitting on the cargo box beside him, couldn't help but joked:

"Mr. Smith, you seem to know your way around Havana quite well."

"I have been a sailor here for several years, and this is my second hometown."

"Oh, that's how it is..." Nodding his head, Rorschach immediately asked, "Then where are we going next?"

"I know a businessman who can help us sell those goods. However, it will take some time. In addition, the crew have just come out of prison and sailed at sea for so long, and they miss the beauty of a civilized society... "

After a pause, O'Neill raised his chin to a beautifully dressed prostitute not far away, and then continued: "We'd better stay in Havana for a week or two, take a short rest, and then set off for Nassau."

Hearing this, Rorschach heard the subtext in Big O'Neill's words, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, and spread his hands, "You have a good idea, let's do it this way."

"However, is this businessman friend of yours reliable?"

"I have known him for more than ten years. Even after I became a pirate, I used him to sell stolen goods from time to time, so don't worry."

"That's good."

After turning back and instructing Little O'Neill to restrain the crew not to cause trouble, Big O'Neal came to Rorschach's side again:

"Rorschach, I know there is a pretty good tavern where you can relax and have a drink or two."

"Then lead the way..."

Not long after walking along the pier's trestle, something immediately attracted Rorschach's attention:

Those were two iron cages hanging in mid-air, and inside the cages were two skeletons that had already turned yellow.

In the empty eye sockets of the skull, it seems to tell a cruel reality to everyone who comes to Havana:

Pirates, that's the only way to go!

Noticing Rorschach's gaze, Big O'Neal next to him frowned, and couldn't help but whisper:
"They never show mercy to pirates..."

"Trust me, we're not going to end up like this."

Hearing Rorschach's confident words, Big O'Neill couldn't help being startled, and his footsteps stopped.

Looking at the back that was walking straight forward, which was not tall, O'Neill suddenly felt that the man's words seemed to have a wonderful magic power, which made people involuntarily believe him.

Perhaps this is his charm...

Shaking his head, shaking off the random thoughts in his mind, he took another step and chased after him.

(End of this chapter)