The 184th Chapter Witch's 5 Fireball Gods (2)

"Well, now, let me tell you what happened at that time..."

Captain Cyclops drank another half glass of rum contentedly and hiccupped again before he began to recall what happened at that time.

"That happened more than a month ago. At that time, I was worrying about my livelihood. You know that at that time, I was going bankrupt, and the crew's wages were about to be unpaid. I was thinking, what the hell is going on? To get some quick cash?"

Captain Cyclops still remembers his own predicament at that time. At that time, he was almost doomed!

"How could I expect that an accident made me hear the news that Port Royal offered a reward for the transportation of urgently needed supplies, and after signing the contract, I could get a small part of the payment in advance? So, I sailed out to sea and planned to meet there. Try your luck and see if you can get some work."

Captain Cyclops recalled that at the beginning, Goddess of Luck really took care of him!

More than a month ago, if I had no choice but to go to Port Royal when I was desperate, I am afraid that I would have gone bankrupt now?

And once it goes bankrupt, if the ship cannot be maintained, it can only be sold! If that's the case, what's the difference between me now and those homeless people huddling in the dirty street corners outside?

"At that time, things were like this..."

...

"Captain? Come out quickly, Port Royal has arrived!"

Cyclops' Mary Pearl ketch Galen sailed for more than ten days at sea and finally arrived at Port Royal on time.

When they were about to enter the port, his first officer called him out of the captain's cabin.

As one of Cyclops' confidantes, the chief mate also knew the predicament their captain Cyclops was currently facing.

If, this time, he cannot receive the mission in Port Royale and make a fortune, I am afraid that this ship can only be sold at a low price here in Port Royale. Is there not much money left?

At that time, their Cyclops captain will become a member of the army of bankrupt shipowners, and continue to hang out in various ports in the Caribbean Sea until he is hired or dies himself.

There are many such things in the Caribbean Sea and the New World!

But not every ship owner can make money in sea freight. When you are lucky, you can get rich overnight with a single shipment of goods. But when you are unlucky, it is good to lose all your money!

The first mate knew that their Cyclops captain had always had a wish: he always wanted to earn enough gold coins, and then set up a large farm on the New World side and the European side, planting different cash crops respectively, and then, every year, taking advantage of the Monsoon transports back and forth.

With his own farm, he can save a large amount of material purchase costs, and he also has an ocean-going ship, which goes back and forth several times a year, and he will definitely earn a lot of gold coins!

Then, marry a down-and-out young lady from a noble family, and slowly live a comfortable and corrupt second half of her life!

This is the highest pursuit of Cyclops in this life!

However, the chief mate feels that under the current circumstances, the possibility of the captain being able to realize this wish is really slim, not to mention that he is still on the verge of bankruptcy.

"This is really a strange thing! Why is there no British tax collector to collect Hong Kong tax?"

With the help of the guided boat, Cyclops' big ship docked at a freight wharf, and he asked curiously.

Under normal circumstances, at this time, when their sea ships stopped, those greedy British guys should have come to collect taxes, but now, where is their tax officer? Even if he is an empty ship now and does not need to collect commodity tax, he should also be charged port tax and docking fee, right?

"I don't know, Captain!"

The first mate looked at the trestle bridge, but after not finding the tax officer, he could only helplessly shake his head to express that he didn't know the situation either.

"Maybe . . . they forgot?"

forget? How can this be? !

Cyclops can't believe it,

Those strict and greedy British people, they will let go of the entry tax and docking fees for a sea-going ship of his size!

They don't want to try to charge a few shillings more silver coins, and they can't be expected to forget?

Such a large two-masted galleon is parked here in the port, as long as they are not blind, they will not fail to see it! Then don't expect them to forget!

"Sir! Port Royal is now a free port, and any legal ship owner is welcome to receive the transportation mission! If you have received the mission, then we will not charge any docking fees."

Finally, a port clerk who came to register asked the first mate and registered the basic information about the Mary Pearl and the purpose of the other party's visit to Port Royal. Before leaving, he turned around and said to Captain Cyclops with a blank expression, It can be regarded as solving the doubts of the other party.

"So, what about the entry tax?"

Captain Cyclops asked quickly, all ports charge this port entry tax, right?

"Sir, Port Royal is now a free port. I don't want to repeat it. Our work is very busy!"

The meaning of free port is already obvious. It means that all or most of the goods can be imported and exported tax-free. Therefore, this Port Royal employee does not want to go into details.

Originally, they didn't even charge docking fees before, but later, in order to facilitate this order, they had to collect docking fees for those ships that came to unload and waited for a long time.

And if, like Cyclops, he came to Port Royal to pick up the transportation task, the above has already sent a message that all fees will be reduced! As long as the other party doesn't just park the boat on the pier and refuse to leave.

"You really didn't accept it?"

Cyclops was a little surprised. Have you never heard of any official ports in the Caribbean that do not collect port taxes and docking fees?

Their greedy officials will only charge more and more than the other! And now, Port Royal doesn't accept it? When did these vampires become so talkative? Or are they out of their minds? Or do you think there is too much money to spend?

"..."

The registrar glanced at the one-eyed man impatiently and said nothing.

"Why not? Or, to collect taxes elsewhere?"

Just in case, Captain Cyclops finally asked.

You know, he has the taxes and fees to be handed in in his pocket now, and the amount of money should be just enough.

In case, they turn around and say that they will be fined for tax evasion, where can I find extra coins for them? If you don't pay the fine, then you will directly detain the ship!

Therefore, he felt that it would be better to confirm again! Now he only has one last chance, either, to make a fortune to relieve this breath, or, to go bankrupt and die! Can't tolerate him being careless.

"..."

The port registration clerk looked back at Cyclops, making sure that he was an unfamiliar face and probably really didn't know what was going on here. Then he sighed a little, put away his quill, and closed the registration booklet.

"See that flag over there? Now, this place is no longer part of the British Empire."

After pointing to the flags on the city head and the city defense castle in the distance, the port registration clerk pointed to those flags in a complicated tone and said.

"That is……?"

Captain Cyclops looked in the direction pointed by the registrar. Sure enough, what was hanging on the flagpoles in the castle didn't seem to be the Union flag symbolizing the British Empire, but a strange flag?

It has a gold base, and on it are... five fiery red sparks?

Wait... that flag, something seems wrong?

The one-eyed dragon squinted his eyes, thinking that he had read it wrong. To confirm, he took out his own navigating telescope and looked carefully at his only eye. The top of the flag seemed to be... Embroidered with five groups of burning red flames? A burning, moving flame? !

"That

"What the hell are those... those flags?"

Cyclops looked at the Registrar of Harbor Registrar with horror on his face. He had no idea what the five patterns of burning and flowing flames on the flag represented!

How could there be such a thing? With the help of binoculars, he is sure that this time, he definitely did not miss it!

On those flags, on that golden cloth, there are indeed five moving flames that seem to be burning blazingly!

"Ha! Of course the flag, what else could it be?"

"Those moving flag patterns are actually caused by the witch's spells, and you will get used to them after seeing them too much."

The registrar looked at the expressions of the group with a funny face.

In his opinion, this ship should indeed be the first time the witch came here after occupying Port Royal. Anyway, during this period of time, whenever a ship came to Port Royal, he could always see it from the other side's face. Seeing such an expression, by now, he was already used to it.

"Finally, let me explain to you: Now, Port Royal belongs to the witches, and the witches have occupied this place! It's as simple as that!"

"Also, I'm no longer an official, I'm just an employee, okay! Presumably, you are also here to accept the reward task? Go to the port office by yourself, and you can handle the rest by yourself, anyway. You'll get used to it slowly."

After speaking, the registrar shook his head and left.

He didn't want to care what these people thought, anyway, he was used to it. There is nothing wrong with working for a witch, and the salary has risen a lot, so who would be against money?

"..."

After being shocked, Captain Cyclops also began to carefully examine the situation in the port.

He was surprised to find that not only the flags on the wall in the distance changed, but also the costumes of the port officials? They no longer wear the clothes of British officials, nor do they wear wigs as a symbol of status?

Looking at the distance, the soldiers standing guard at the gate of the city are no longer wearing the red suits of the Royal British soldiers, but a white background with a lot of gold stripes that he has never seen before? In addition to muskets, there are shields and short swords? This is really a strange equipment!

"Could it be that this Brit's territory was really taken over by someone else? But...it would be unbelievable if it was taken over by a group of witches?"

Something is not quite right here...

Captain Cyclops was deep in thought, and began to mutter to himself. Although the facts were already in front of his eyes, he always felt that things seemed too surprising and a little too mysterious?

"Captain? What should we do next? Are we going to the so-called port office to accept the bounty transportation task?"

Seeing that the captain was silent, the first officer began to ask questions.

He didn't care who occupied this place, it had nothing to do with him! He just wants to know, can people like them make money here?

"No, don't rush!"

Cyclops looked up and looked at the situation around the port. After thinking for a while, he felt that he should be more cautious, so he turned his head and said to the adjutant:

"Let's go to the city for a few days to recuperate, you arrange some manpower, first go to find out the situation here and then think about it!"

Captain Cyclops didn't dare to take the task hastily, but planned to rest for a day or two first, and then took the opportunity to find out the specific situation here before making any plans.

"Well, do as you like! But, Captain, I must remind you that we have no money left."

The first mate complained to his captain. They really don't have much money now. In his opinion, it is better to quickly accept the task, and after receiving the advance payment, go to other ports to replenish the goods and ship them back. It is serious!

"Now there is!"

Captain Cyclops threw a small pocket of silver coins towards his first officer, which contained more than twenty silver shillings and several gold coins, which were originally intended to pay the entry tax and docking fee.

"Go, don't forget to check the situation, and invite the sailors to drink tonight!"

"Long live the captain!!"

After hearing the captain's words, the crew who disembarked cheered, and then they began to walk towards the city surrounded by the first officer.

Although this amount of money is not too much, it is enough for twenty or so people to drink cheap rum and find a few rooms to rest for a few days. Buy supplies for going to sea?

"this……"

After seeing the first mate lead the sailors away, Cyclops was about to return to the ship to sort out his things, but suddenly saw a group of cavalry patrolling towards the port.

They... led by three female knights in silver-white tight-fitting metal light armor, a golden cloak, and a closed pointed helmet? Even the horses are fully armored?

Behind them, there is actually a group of male cavalry who are also dressed in silver light armor and have long swords?

Looking at such attire, Cyclops couldn't help shaking his head, what age is this, and they still play heavy cavalry? Good-looking is good-looking, but what's the use?

In this era, muskets and cannons are the mainstream, right?

What is the use of such equipment as theirs besides looking good and putting on a show? If there is a real fight, it will be reimbursed after a few shots, right?

etc!

Was that just now...the female knight? There are even female knights? Moreover, it seems to be an officer?

Captain Cyclops suddenly remembered something was wrong, and when he looked back at the cavalry in the distance, he froze again.

Because, the golden cloaks they were wearing behind them were not quite the same as the flags hanging on the city wall, but had a pale gold background, and in the middle, there was only a red flame, and that flame was actually the same as Like the flames of those flags, can they move? Like it's burning?

What the hell! What exactly is this place? Still not Port Royal?

"Who are they?"

In desperation, Captain Cyclops grabbed a dock worker next to him who was carrying supplies, and asked in a hurry.

"Let go of your hands! One-eyed bastard!"

The dock worker dissatisfied and slapped away the hands holding his clothes, and then looked Cyclops up and down.

When he felt that the decoration of the person in front of him might be a captain, he weighed it in his mind a little bit, and only changed his tone a little after seeing that the other person seemed not easy to mess with.

"Are you new here? See? The three with red cloaks are battle witches of the Vulcan Cult! And the ones without the cloaks are the Flame Knights of the Apostolic Knights! I advise you to be the best!" Don't provoke trouble here in Port Royal, and don't provoke them, otherwise, you will definitely regret it!"

After finishing speaking, the dock worker left cursing.

"..."

Captain Cyclops didn't care about the dock worker who cursed him in a low voice before turning his head away, but continued to look solemnly at the cavalrymen who were going away.

Is it really a witch? Witch troopers in armor?

So, what is that flame god religion?

It seems that I have never heard of the flame god religion... the flame god religion with five fireballs? The Five Fireball God Religion?

If I take over the transportation task and work for them, is there any guarantee? How about their reputation? At that time, will the remuneration be continued?

For a moment, Captain Cyclops was a little uncertain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

While Cyclops was still hesitating and debating whether to claim the bounty transportation task, outside the port, the alarm bell of a guard tower on a commanding height rang out, and soon, the bell slowly spread Then, the firm message spread throughout the entire city of Port Royal.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The soldiers standing guard on the defense wall of the port city began to get busy. After seeing that the situation was not right, the workers at the dock also dropped their things one after another and began to run quickly into the city.

"Oh, God……"

When Cyclops turned his head to look at the sea, he saw figures of sailboats slowly appearing on the sea level in the distance.

They slowly began to emerge from below the sea level. When they slowly lined up and all appeared above the sea level, Captain Cyclops finally took out his telescope and looked at the distant sea. He probably estimated And counted, probably, there are as many as thirty or forty ships? !

Moreover, it seems that they are all battleships?

Look at the faintly visible flag on the other side's mast, is that the British Caribbean fleet? !

Ruined! It's all over now!

Captain Cyclops sighed inwardly, his own ship was still moored in the port... and those fleets, in this formation far away, were obviously planning to attack Port Royal! So, under the artillery fire, wouldn't the Mary Pearl, which he parked in the port, be doomed?

"Alas...Actually, I really shouldn't have decided to come here..."

Captain Cyclops let go of his hand, allowing the binoculars in his hand to slip and fall to his feet.

If he hadn't come here, no matter how bad it was, he could have sold the ship to pay off the crew's wages and repay all the debts, right?

But now? His ship, his Mary Pearl, was about to be destroyed by gunfire...

The second update, today has a total of 8,000 words, so be it.