game traveler

Chapter 167 The Secret in the Wooden Box
On a certain expanse of sea in the Pacific Ocean, a Spanish brig sailed through the wind and waves at an extremely fast speed.

The sun is very dazzling.

Even so, the black flag flying high on the mast still makes people feel a little shuddering.

It's a pirate ship!

A black man wearing only a sailor's vest, showing strong muscles like chocolate, stepped on the steps and came to the stern of the ship.

Looking at the blond man in front of the rudder, he asked without hesitation:

"Captain, what is our goal?"

Hearing this, Edward Kenway, the captain of the Jackdaw holding the rudder tightly with both hands, squinted his eyes and looked ahead, while not forgetting to casually respond to his black first officer:
"A Dutch schooner named Vida, it should be sailing to the mainland of Spain...Rorschach said that there is very likely to be something valuable on board,"

"what is that?"

"Adewal, I don't know." Shrugging, Edward immediately added: "However, something worthy of Torres' concern must be worth a lot of money..."

That's right!

The suitable candidate in Rorschach's mind is naturally his pirate ally and top tool man, Edward Kenway!
When Rorschach, who returned to Nassau, told Edward about the Vader, and hinted to him that there might be a lot of valuable information on board, the latter accepted the offer without the slightest hesitation.
After going to sea for several years, privateers and now pirates, Edward can be said to be a person who never forgets his original intention.

What he wants has always been more wealth and a more decent life.

It is not his style to work step by step and get paid.

High-risk windfall is his favorite!
What's more, robbing this ship, in addition to potential opportunities to make money, can also take revenge on Torres, why not do it? !

"In addition to this information, what else did Rorschach say?"

"He said the ship belonged to a slave trader named Lawrence Prince..."

Before the words fell, Adéwal, who heard the name, opened his eyes suddenly, and interrupted suddenly:
"Prince?!"

Edward was a little surprised by such a fierce reaction, and couldn't help turning his head to look at his first mate: "Ad, do you know him?"

"Of course! Who doesn't know the most notorious slave trader in the entire Caribbean!"

Looking at the icy-faced first officer, Edward frowned, "From your tone, it seems that you still have some grievances with him. Could it be that he brought you here from Africa?"

Hearing this, Adéwal shook his head, "That's not true. I was born in Trinidad, and I have never been to Africa. It's just that many of my friends were trafficked from Africa to the Caribbean by him."

"Ah, so it turns out..."

Nodding clearly, Edward seemed to think of something again, and then added: "But don't you think that returning to Africa will make you feel more... at home?"

"So you feel at home in Paris?"

Edward was an Englishman born in Swansea, Wales.

Paris is to him what Africa is to Adéwalé, a place he has never been to.

Talk about the feeling of He's family?

Edward could naturally hear the subtext between Adéwalé's words, and just smiled slightly, "That's right."

Patting his own captain on the shoulder, the black first officer laughed, opened his arms, and said frankly: "Look at my tone and complexion, I don't think there is a home in this world that I can feel at ease. This country called "Jackdaw" , probably the place I most want to stay in.”

"I know everyone in this country, and they know me too. We are good partners in life and death, and together we maintain our homes drifting at sea, with occasional warmth."

Hearing these words from the heart, Edward blinked and felt
"I think I understand...for the Jackdaw's people, and for your friends, let us take down this damned ship, and let this damned slave trader understand how big a mistake he has made!"

At this moment, the sudden change occurred!
The lookout on the mast suddenly raised the red flag in his hand and shouted loudly:
"There are sails!"

Hearing the sound, the two people at the stern looked at each other.

Adéwal immediately took out the binoculars from his waist and handed them to Edward.

The latter took over the binoculars and gave up the position of the rudder to his first mate.

He himself stretched out the binoculars and brought his eyes up.

Through the binoculars, Edward quickly saw a flag fluttering in the wind on the sea far ahead.

It was a schooner merchant ship flying the Dutch flag!
Following this route, after several days of chasing, they finally caught up with the Vida!

. . .

Two hours later.

When the roar of cannons and the sound of metal and iron clashing subsided, the battle also came to an end.

The slave ship named "Vida" has completely fallen under the control of the Jackdaw.

When Edward boarded the deck of the Vader holding a long sword, except for the bodies lying in a pool of blood, the rest of the crew all knelt on their knees, held their heads in their hands, and looked at Edward in fear. , waiting for the upcoming trial of fate.

Looking down at the captives one by one, Edward turned around, but found that the slave trader was not among them.

He casually placed the long sword in his hand on the shoulder of one of the captives, and asked in a deep voice:

"Where is your captain?!"

Although successfully seized the ship.

However, to Edward's regret, Lawrence Prince was not on board.

According to the Vader's second officer, Prince changed course on another ship en route to Boston.

Just escaped this catastrophe!
In the cabin, apart from the black slaves crowded with iron cages, there was basically no valuable cargo on board.

However, after searching, he still found what he wanted in the captain's room.

Looking at the exquisite wooden box on the table, Edward turned his head and showed a smile to the black first officer beside him:
"Let's see what secrets are hidden here..."

After that, he opened the wooden box with a look of expectation.

However, to Edward's surprise, the contents of the wooden box were not priceless gems or gold and silver treasures, nor were they classified documents. Metal slate.

That's it?

Looking at the weird lines on the metal slate, Edward stretched out his hand involuntarily, wanting to pick it up.

However, the moment his fingertips came into contact with the metal slate, the weird lines on the slate suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden light!

(End of this chapter)