Pirate: I'm really not a Super Saiyan

Sam is a well-known craftsman on the southeast side of Cliff Island. He makes a living by repairing and making equipment for others in exchange for food.

According to Xia's observations several times, Sam's repair and manufacturing skills were quite good, and many broken things could be successfully rescued by him. He had seen many strange gadgets in Sam's home.

Sam had often helped them before, so Xia had no choice but to look for Sam to try his luck.

Sam's cabin was the only decent building in the area. At least it had walls on all four sides and a roof. Unlike other people, he did not use the roof as a blanket and the ground as a bed.

Xia rushed to the door of Sam's cabin, calmed down, and knocked on the door politely.

"Knock, knock, knock. Uncle Sam, are you there?"

"Is that Xia? I'm busy, just come in."

After getting a response from the person inside, Xia opened the door and went in, and saw Uncle Sam at a glance.

The room is not big, and most of the area is taken up by a workbench in the middle. At this time, Sam is busy at the workbench.

"Uncle Sam, I..."

"Xia, you're here just in time. Go get some white shells from the box at the west end of the house and give me a hand."

Sam didn't even raise his head, just poked at something on the workbench with a small screwdriver in his hand, and interrupted Xia before he could finish his words.

I don’t know who took this item to repair.

Xia thought.

"All right, Uncle Sam."

Xia didn't dare to delay, as he was still counting on asking Uncle Sam for food.

Xia immediately trotted to the west house and rummaged for a long time before finding a bag of white shells in the interlayer of the box. He didn't know how much Uncle Sam wanted, so he simply took them all, then trotted back to Sam and handed him the shells.

"Wow, you brought them all. Actually, two pieces are enough. It's my fault for not making it clear."

After receiving the bag of shells, Sam smiled, then took out two shells and drew tracks on them with a charcoal pencil.

"Xia, go and grind these two shells according to the outline I drew."

Xia took the shell, moved a wooden block, stood on it, and began to polish it with the file on the workbench.

Xia polished it very carefully, his hands were very steady. After a while, Xia finished polishing it strictly according to the outline drawn by Sam, and handed it to Sam beside him.

"Nice job, Xia. It seems you have some talent."

Sam took the perfectly polished shell, looked at Xia in surprise, smiled, and began his last step.

At this time, Xia, who was standing on the wooden block, could see Uncle Sam's actions clearly.

There was a hole in the front and back of the object in his hand. Uncle Saio must have used this hole to repair the components inside. Now he wanted to seal the two holes with these two shells.

Although Sam is old, it is obvious that his skills have not deteriorated at all. The hand holding the shell is very steady. He simply aims at the hole and fixes it with glue in one go.

"Done! Xia, you've never seen this thing before, right? Let me open your eyes."

Uncle Sam breathed a sigh of relief, blew on the thing in his hand, and handed it to Xia.

Xia reached out to take it and found that it was actually a living thing, similar to a snail. The snail shell that Uncle Saiou had just patched up was now lying in his palm with dead fish eyes, staring at him motionlessly.

Phone bug!

Xia didn't say anything, but he was excited inside.

To be honest, in the past few years of traveling through time, apart from hearing about the words "sea" and "pirates" between the lines, Xia has never come into contact with any people or objects related to the original work. Living has exhausted all his energy.

Now, it was the first time that he saw items closely related to the original work. How could he not be excited!

"Uncle Sam, why are you repairing a snail?"

Wanting to know more about Den Den Mushi, Xia thought about it and asked Semi.

Sam did not doubt him and answered directly.

"This is not a snail, it's a Den Den Mushi. After being modified by humans, it can communicate with other Den Den Mushi. It can allow people to talk face to face over a long distance. Isn't that amazing?"

"Uncle Sam, you are amazing. You can make such an amazing thing."

Xia took the opportunity to brag.

"Hahahaha~ I'm just repeating what others have said. As long as you have the main body of the Den Den Mushi, it's not difficult to make or repair it. Back then, I..."

Having said this, Sam's mood, which had just been puffed up by Xia's innocent words, cooled down instantly and he swallowed the words back.

Xia didn't dare to ask any more questions, and felt that it was not appropriate to ask for food at this time, so the two of them fell into an awkward silence.

After a while, Sam was the first to break the silence.

"Xia, are you willing to be my..."

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, a violent knock on the door interrupted Sam's words. Before Sam could respond, the door was opened directly, revealing a mercenary face.

"Long time no see, Master Sam, how are you doing?"

The man had a very warm smile on his face. He took a few steps forward, shook Sam's hand and refused to let go, then began to greet him.

The visitor was wearing white bell-bottom pants and a black tuxedo, clothes that looked very expensive. Although he was enthusiastic, one could tell at a glance that his enthusiasm was not sincere.

A businessman, or a housekeeper.

Xia made a preliminary assessment of him immediately.

"Yaz, why did you come to see me?"

Uncle Sam said to Yaz with a gloomy face.

"I'm here to bring you good news, Master Sam! It's time for you to avenge your past shame and wash away your guilt!"

The man who came, Yaz as Sam called him, said.

"You may have heard that our overseas trade has been very hot recently, and the Yashi Chamber of Commerce is now in urgent need of a batch of weapons for trading. You are the only one in our kingdom who can meet the demand in a short period of time with guaranteed quality and quantity. Lord Philip promised that as long as you can complete this batch of weapons before the kingdom celebration next month, he will plead for you in front of His Majesty the King.

When the time comes, you can move back to the west, and no longer have to suffer from the wind and sun here. How wonderful it is. I think the spirit of my wife in heaven will also feel relieved. "

After saying this, Yaz even pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes with the white silk scarf on his chest, revealing a sad face.

"You should go back, Yaz."

After hearing what Yaz said, Sam's expression still didn't seem to improve.

“Please tell Lord Philip that I am old and my hands are not steady anymore.

I am truly sorry for failing to live up to your kindness."

Yaz was not at all surprised by Syme's refusal and continued with a sneer.

“This is not up to you, Master Sam… If you don’t agree, Lord Philip may not say anything, but I will never agree that the task assigned by the master cannot be completed.

You have to know that your wife's tribesmen were still living in the west at that time, and the adults were kind and did not punish them for your crime.

This year's quota of heavenly gold and slaves has not been reached yet..."