Chapter 33

In fact, in Alvin’s previous life, he ate raw fish, called fish chop, every day. It was only because of the parasites in freshwater fish that it became less popular and was passed on to the coastal islands.

Captain Gull was the first to help Alvin by supporting him. He picked up a piece of fish that was translucent in the sunlight, praising Alvin’s knife skills before putting it in his mouth. He was instantly impressed by the sweet and fresh taste of the fish.

Having been used to eating fish soup and grilled fish, this was an interesting and new way of cooking fish.

“Mmm, not bad, smooth and fresh. You all should give it a try too.”

The crew tried the fish and became fans of Alvin’s new fish dish.

After that, the chef brought out the barbecue dishes and the officers from the Warrior were also invited to have lunch on the Silver Wing. Everyone was having a good time eating good food.

The enjoyable time did not last long. When the crew returned, they brought with them exciting news that they unintentionally found traces of other people’s activities in the island’s bodies of water!

“Let’s go over!”

Although they were not sure if it was One-Eyed Bech, no one wanted to give up on this rare clue. After a short break, the two ships quickly raised their sails and chased after the other party.

The whistling sea breeze filled the sails.

As an observer, Alvin stood on the observation deck of the main mast, and a strange thought popped into his head.

While other transmigrators were busy running around all day being chased by enemies, he was already chasing others. He should be proud of himself, right?

Then he erased these fun thoughts from his mind.

He stroked his chin. More than three years of experience as a hunter reminded him that the roles of hunter and prey were not fixed and that a hunter should always be cautious in case the prey fought back.

Especially when the prey was also a cunning predator!

One-Eyed Bech’s style of acting gave him a vague feeling that if this guy was hiding and staying in the Third Fleet’s territory, he definitely had other intentions.

This time, the tracking continued for another day and they finally found traces of other ships in the vicinity of a large, rocky island that stretched for tens of miles.

It was a half-full oak barrel, which appeared to have fallen into the sea by accident and drifted right into the line of sight of the warship.

The crew retrieved it from the sea.

Bamp!

After opening the ordinary-looking barrel, the smell of alcohol wafted out. Even Alvin, who hardly ever drank, knew that it was the most common rum at sea.

First Mate Perry poured a glass, smelled, and tasted it before confirming, “This barrel is not from the Black Coast, at least not from the countries in the Tulip Alliance.”

Seeing the puzzled expressions of most of the crew, he asked the crew to pour another glass for him.

Seeing the puzzled expressions of most of the crew, the first mate asked the crew to pour another glass of rum from the ship’s reserves, put the two glasses side by side, and explained, “The Tulip Alliance countries have frequent contact and many wineries. However, in reality, their distilleries are located in the colonies in the southern continent, where there is enough sugar cane as raw material, and the sugar industry and distillery industry are very developed.

“No matter how much the process changes, there is only one kind of sugar cane as raw material. That’s why the sugar cane wine from this side of the Tulip Alliance has a common aroma that is different from other origins.”

After hearing that, Alvin lifted and sniffed the two glasses of wine, in an attempt to find the difference between the two. However, he was unable to tell the difference. He could only look at the first mate with admiration.

“This means that a foreigner did not take the normal route and somehow ran to this desolate place. I think there is an 80 percent chance that they are pirates, and most likely our target. One-Eyed Bech!” said the first mate.

Although there were many explanations for this exotic liquor being here, most of the men on board agreed with the first mate’s statement, and Alvin did not intervene in such matters in which he had no expertise.

“Inform the Warrior.”

The news was quickly communicated to the Warrior via flag language. The Warrior then replied, suggesting that the two ships split up and take one side of the Rock Islands each. Once they spotted the unknown party, they would send a signal to the other.

Without waiting for the Silver Wing’s response, the Warrior had already begun sailing towards the outer side of the Rock Islands. It was in the direction of the ocean currents, so they theoretically had a higher possibility of discovering the other party.

“Captain, is this really a good idea? After all, it was the Silver Wing who found the clue first,” asked the sailing master of the Warrior. He was one of the officers who had been invited to the Silver Wing for lunch and he felt that his captain’s behavior was really not very appropriate.

“What’s wrong with that? Didn’t we share our discovery yesterday with the Silver Wing too? Now that we’ve caught the tail of One-Eyed Bech, it’s up to our own ability to see who is able to catch them.”

The rugged-looking captain who had a blue beard was a lieutenant colonel and his rank was lower than Gull’s. However, he was not related to Gull and was only cooperating with him because of the command order. Naturally, he was not afraid of fighting for credit with him.

The officers and soldiers on the Silver Wing were unhappy when they saw the Warrior make a move first. They were simply greedy and wanted to go ahead just with a little clue?

And did he really think that One-Eyed Bech would do nothing and wait for him to catch them?

“Keep the ship’s log, it’s not our fault if something goes wrong.” Gull didn’t say much and instructed the ship’s captains to record what had happened and to leave the blame out of it.

“Let him be, One-Eyed Bech is not easy to deal with. Let’s go from the inside.”

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Meanwhile, on a ship with black sails..

“Good news, Captain! Gargon says we tricked someone!”

The first mate, whose body was covered with tattoos, ran up to the bow of the ship, made a 90 degrees bow, and reported the news to the one-eyed captain who was wearing a three-cornered pirate hat.

The one-eyed captain turned around at the news with a deadly cunning look, causing the first mate to unwittingly avert his eyes.

One-Eyed Bech, the powerful and wild captain, was a hundred times more frightening than the rumors. Even his own followers who had followed him for many years did not dare to disobey him at all.

“Tell Gargon that if this time his divination with the animal organs is inaccurate, his organs will be used next time! Get it?” His voice was like the sound of the rotting mud at the bottom of the sea, causing the first mate to feel uncomfortable, but he did not dare to show any signs on his face.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll go now.” The first mate nodded as though he was pounding garlic. He did not dare to say a word or hesitate and ran down to the bow of the ship hurriedly.

However, he was thinking to himself.

“Although Gargon is only an indigenous sorcerer who knows a little bit of sorcery, he is also the second most terrifying person on this ship.

“Just cutting open the bellies of animals and using their internal organs for divination is a method that makes people shudder to think about. I better not bother him unless necessary.”

Watching the first mate as he left, One-Eyed Bech was very satisfied with his power.

He looked enthusiastic as he touched a black stone sculpture at the back of the ship’s bow.

If he could sink one more warship and complete the ritual, this powerful ocean treasure, the Mourning Song of the Sinking Ship, would be unlocked.

And he, the great Captain One-Eyed Bech, could complete the transformation to a rare and powerful Shipwreck Mourner!