infodatos Chapter 547 The Pirate Tournament That Couldn't Be Avoided
Chapter 547 The Pirate Tournament That Couldn't Be Avoided
Chapter 547 The Pirate Tournament That Couldn't Be Avoided
"What happened?"
Anderson was slightly surprised to see the glowing invitation. He instinctively reached into the drawer and picked it up.
Then he realized something was wrong.
When it was first delivered, the black cardboard only had a strange, asymmetrical pattern on it—the noble coat of arms that Nast inherited as "Earl of White Maple." Apart from that, there was no mention of the location or time of the pirate tournament.
So everyone assumed it was just an initial invitation, and that further details would follow. The captain casually tossed the invitation into a drawer and ignored it. Once the captain left the "Hindus" alone, no one bothered to check it.
But at some point, a completely new line of text appeared on the invitation:
The pirate tournament will be held on March 25th on Black Lake Island in the Sunia Sea.
For the safety of the gathering and to prevent a fire, please minimize the size of your escort fleet.
As a guest specially invited by the Earl, you will not have to endure a long voyage to reach your destination. On the 25th, this invitation will automatically transport you and your vessel to the vicinity of the target sea area.
Special reminder: This invitation will automatically take effect. If you wish to decline to attend this conference, please destroy it before it becomes effective.
At this moment, the emblem is glowing.
It's glowing!
With the light, the black letter began to change. It was no longer as crisp and flat as before, but quickly softened, transforming from a piece of stiff paper into a piece of black cloth. It was a piece of black, resilient, and spiritually imbued fabric, looking as if it had been cut from a large piece of cloth.
"this..."
Anderson was dumbfounded.
He subconsciously looked at the wall of the captain's cabin, where a calendar was hanging.
It seems... today is the 25th...?
"Oops!"
Anderson immediately grabbed the black cloth that the invitation had transformed into, and was about to rush out of the captain's cabin to throw it away, but it was too late. The black cloth's spirituality began to overflow, invisibly affecting the surrounding space. He immediately felt that everything around him was becoming blurred, the colors becoming rich and overlapping, as if spreading and permeating together.
The real world is rapidly drifting away from him.
He has entered the spirit world!
Accompanying him through the spirit world was the Doe beneath his feet.
"What happened?"
"It's so strange outside!"
"Captain! First Mate! Come out and see!"
Exclamations of surprise rose and fell; the sailors on deck had never seen such a strange sight. Although Luze had taken them on a "journey" during the last attack on Bayam, they had been immersed in Luze's shadow and had never seen the scenery of the spirit world.
A thin mist, seven clear and bright rays of light, directions and landmarks that cannot be defined, and strange creatures that are difficult to describe...
"We're doomed..."
Looking out the window, Anderson gave a wry smile.
The captain told him to lead the fleet well, but he inadvertently led the fleet into a dangerous situation.
That's a pirate tournament attended by the kings of the sea! How can a mere Sequence 5 and a flesh and blood puppet left behind by a captain hold up the scene?
For a fleeting moment, Anderson even considered crushing the talisman left by the captain to summon him back.
No, it's not that dangerous yet... The captain must have gone out so secretly for something very important; we can't just call him out so easily.
Anderson took a deep breath.
"Everyone, stay calm, everything is going according to plan!"
He shouted from the captain's cabin, "Hold on tight! Don't fall in, or you'll die a horrible death!"
The teleportation hadn't stopped yet, so he dared not go out rashly, lest he fall somewhere in the spirit world and be unable to return.
The sailors were somewhat relieved, but still somewhat fearful, glancing around and whispering among themselves. The spirit creatures merely glanced at them indifferently before looking away.
Fortunately, the "Hind" did not linger in the spirit world for long. After a second or two, as Anderson perceived it, the surrounding colors separated again, faded, and bright sunlight and seawater replaced the fog. The "Hind" returned to reality.
Anderson's line of sight revealed an island. It wasn't large, but its harbor was teeming with ships. Moreover, new ships were constantly arriving from the surrounding waters.
These ships come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. Some are the most common three-masted sailing ships, while others are hybrid vessels with both sails and steam chimneys, and still others are older single-masted sailing ships. The designs of these ships are practically a history of the development of humankind's maritime age.
But regardless of the shape of these ships, without exception, every single one of them flew a black flag atop its mast. It was a flag symbolizing death and plunder, a nightmare for all seafarers.
These are all pirate ships!
Anderson gazed at the distant island.
Legend has it that this island evolved from the seabed, with lava from a volcano solidifying in the water and gradually forming an island. Even now, a circular lake remains at the center of the island, resembling a dormant volcanic crater. It is filled with black rocks, giving the entire lake its dark appearance, hence the island's name.
Black Lake Island, so many pirate ships... I've really come to a pirate convention!
He had to accept this fact.
The surrounding pirates immediately noticed the ship's presence and turned their gazes towards it. Anderson knew that leaving with the fleet at this moment would be too conspicuous. The captain had instructed him to keep it a secret before leaving, and although he didn't know what the captain was planning, his actions might arouse suspicion and potentially harm the captain.
Whether I like it or not, I have no choice but to keep going.
Anderson thought to himself.
As a former adventurer with an excellent mindset, he quickly composed himself. A moment later, he walked briskly out of the captain's cabin, onto the deck, looked around, and smiled at the sailors, saying, "Good news! The captain just agreed to let us participate in the pirate tournament. Because of the time crunch, he didn't have time to inform everyone and teleported us directly here."
"A pirate tournament?"
"Great! I thought the captain wasn't going to take us!"
As the sailors listened to Anderson's explanation and saw the scenery outside, they quickly understood the current situation. Most of them showed joy, while only a few soberly raised questions.
"First Mate, why didn't the captain notify everyone in advance to make preparations?"
Someone asked, "And only the flagship was taken; the rest of the fleet was left at sea—."
The black cloth has a limited range of effect; only the "Hind" and the nearest ironclad warship can traverse the spirit world.
Although the crew members on these two ships made up the majority of the fleet, there were still a small number of crew members on the other ships.
"Alright, alright, what can we do? It was the captain's last-minute decision."
Anderson felt a little uneasy, but still forced a smile and said to everyone, "Those guys aren't children; they won't get lost. They've gone to all this trouble to attend the pirate tournament, so they should be thinking about how they're going to spend their time."
The group then set aside their concerns and began to chat. Some planned to witness the legendary pirates' prowess, while others intended to buy and sell goods at the pirates' self-organized trading market, making the place quite lively.
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