Ghost knife pirates of the pirate king

The bow of the Jackdaw resembles a jackdaw, with its long and sharp beak extending outward to form a horn.

A young man stood at the edge of the tip, his hands flat, and a black straight long knife placed steadily on the palms of his hands.

The sea breeze blew by, blowing up his slightly curly black hair, which was full of evil spirits. His face was calm, but he was extremely handsome, as if he no longer looked like a human being.

Pong!

A gust of sea breeze blew, and the entire horizontal sail swelled. The speed of the ship suddenly increased a few points, but the boy did not shake at all.

A sailor was shaken and staggered a few steps, but his eyes subconsciously looked at the bow of the ship. With his knowledge, he really couldn't imagine why the young man on the bow of the ship could stand upright.

"Lower the sails! The wind is getting a bit strong." Rock shouted, and several sailors quickly lowered the sails upon command.

Rock has long been accustomed to Charlotte's behavior. In the past two weeks, he has taken time to stand on the bow of the boat almost every day. No matter what he does, just don't trouble him.

In the past two weeks, he has suffered a lot. Charlotte's temperament is so unpredictable that he can't figure it out. Sometimes he is nice and serious. This is what he calls the normal type of Charlotte. But the more annoying thing is that Tank-type Charlotte, because that type of Charlotte was full of sarcasm and extremely mean-spirited. Rock had more than once planned to sneak into the captain's cabin in the middle of the night and strangle Charlotte to death.

Of course, Rock is definitely not the only person who has this idea, but there is no one who dares to do this, including Rock.

He looked at the chart in his hand intently, and at the same time looked at the wristwatch-shaped compass, which was tied with a half-meter-long red cloth strap. He raised his hand, and the cloth strap suddenly fluttered in the wind.

"Well, if the wind speed is stable, you can probably see Korangi Island tomorrow." Rock murmured to himself, looking at the chart in his hand.

"Rock, we can arrive tomorrow, right?"

Rock was startled by the sudden sound. He turned around and saw Charlotte standing next to him, looking at his chart intently.

"Yes." Ah, luckily, it's Charlotte in normal form.

"That's good. I hope that Bachi is of the same level." Charlotte walked to the deck in a low voice: "I'm going to take a shower first. If you have nothing to do, don't come to me."

Charlotte was indeed covered in sweat now, and the slightly tight-fitting black robe was clinging to his body, revealing his slender and toned body.

Standing on the bow of the ship just now was also a kind of practice. Charlotte suddenly thought of it. Due to various factors such as sea currents and wind speeds, the ship will continue to rock. This is exactly a kind of practice of 'flow'. Best method.

The swaying of the sea breeze and the impact of the waves all made his center of gravity unbalanced. However, when he felt the force coming to his body, he used his muscles, tendons, and bones to transfer and control the unbalanced force.

Although it only lasted for more than ten minutes, it was still more tiring than fighting Moody that day.

Of course, the inspiration during battle and the progress brought about by the oppression of death will be more obvious.

……

"It's been a week." Charlotte rinsed her body with clean water luxuriously, her eyes on her beautiful face uncertain, "Aren't you planning to chase me?"

Charlotte stood at the bow of the boat. One of the reasons was naturally to practice 'flow', and the other reason was that he was waiting for Dikago's revenge. He just stayed like this for two weeks. But I don’t know why they haven’t appeared.

After thinking for a while, he said: "The chance of the Navy coming over directly to suppress me is almost non-existent, and I don't believe that a mere Major of the East China Sea Branch has this kind of energy, but..."

The vicious look in his eyes flashed and disappeared, and he used himself to save others. If he were a major, the methods he used could definitely make ordinary people's lives worse than death.

I just want to hope that the major would not use this method, otherwise he will go back and kill the major no matter what the hardships are.

……

After taking a bath, Charlotte began to read some information books about navigation and nearby islands.For him, if he takes risks on his own, a certain sailor and Rock, who are not even above the paper level, might die, and then he, who doesn't understand navigation at all, might also die.

Rather than relying on others, it's better to start learning these things yourself. Maybe you won't be able to specialize, but at least you won't be completely ignorant of navigation.

The theory is correct, but after Charlotte looked at it for a few times, she was too lazy to read any more.

"It's boring. This thing is so boring. Let's go to sleep."

This day passed like this.

The weather was very good the next day, sunny and cloudy. The gentle spring sunshine came through the window and woke Charlotte up. She put on her robe and walked out of the deck.

Rock stood at the helm, concentrating.

"Hey, Rock, good morning!" Charlotte greeted with a smile.

"Captain, good morning, the island is already visible, but the sailor responsible for observation said there is a pirate ship in the port..."

"Really?" Charlotte walked to the bow of the boat excitedly, squinting her eyes.

As mentioned before, Charlotte's eyesight can be said to be at the monster level. Others would have to use telescopes, but with his naked eyes, he could already vaguely see the ship that seemed to be only a little bit in the distance.

"The black flag... seems to be a real pirate ship!"

"Do you want to dock?" Rock asked nervously, fearing that he would have to follow.

A smile appeared on Charlotte's face. He turned to Rock and said, "No, just give me a small boat and I will come back then."

……

Watching Charlotte's figure disappear from sight, Rock's mood was a little complicated.

He was an orphan. He picked up this book "Introduction to Navigation" when he was a child. After some research, he bit the bullet and followed the sailors on the ship for a few years. He then found this book "Intermediate Introduction to Navigation" and looked at it until two years ago. Only then are you qualified to say that you are a navigator.

Over the years, I really didn’t have much time for fun. I spent almost all of my time working and studying navigation skills, and my life was extremely dull.

Sometimes, deep down in his heart, he would also look forward to something happening that would be worth remembering when he gets old.

It's a pity... Rock looked at his hands, as if he didn't even have the strength to make a fist. He sighed and was speechless for a long time.

……

Charlotte stood on the boat and let the waves push him to the shore.

The skirt of his clothes is fluttering in the wind, his purple hair is bright, and he stands with his hands behind his back.

I thought that my appearance as an outsider would shock the whole audience, but I didn't expect that the boat was moored at the pier, not to mention shocking everyone. There was not even a dog, and it was deserted and quiet, with only the whistling of the sea breeze. The sound of the waves blowing by.

"What about people?"

Charlotte's ears twitched. It seemed that there was no ambush, but that this town was really so quiet, like a dead city.

He glanced at the pirate ship next to him. It had four masts and an exaggerated purple color scheme. The bow looked like an elephant. The whole ship was full of cannons. There was something like a circus tent in the middle.

A black pirate flag fluttered in the wind, with a clown-like skeleton on it, with a particularly conspicuous red nose.

"Is this...a circus or a pirate group?" Charlotte couldn't help but vomit, but he looked around and saw no one, "But if it's not here, it should be in the town, right?"

"Go ahead and talk about it."

Charlotte put some force on her feet and jumped lightly, landing on the dock bridge. She looked back at the boat and thought about it for a while, but didn't bother to care about it. It probably couldn't be washed away. It wouldn't be a problem to swim back after washing.

With this thought in mind, he walked towards the town.

Charlotte walked without any destination, just moving forward, hoping to find someone, whether it was a pirate or a citizen, it didn't matter, he just wanted to know what was happening here.

The whole town was silent, as if entering another world.

"There's no smell of blood? It doesn't look like a massacre of a village? Let me go. I heard that the captain was a Devil Fruit user. Could it be that he had some kind of living sacrifice ability that killed all the people here?" Charlotte thought more and more. The happier I am, the less afraid I feel.

This is not the first day that Charlotte's imagination has reached the limit. Anyone who sees this situation will only think of two situations. First, this town has been abandoned long ago. Second, because of pirates, the villagers They all took refuge.

Only Charlotte could think of such a thing as a living sacrifice.

"Huh?" Charlotte's expression condensed. After walking through this street, the entire row of houses behind it was scraped into pieces, and even the soil on the ground came out. Seeing this situation, this guy My brain is twitching again.

"I'll go! The land will be formed into a formation!"

After a while, there was no complaint, and Charlotte nodded. No one would be able to resist pretending to be stupid like this. There must be no one left.

He stepped forward and observed the ruins, looking left and right.

"Did you get kicked by some Uncle Long?" Charlotte clicked his tongue. Of course he was just joking. This kind of ruins was probably bombed by cannons and other weapons. It is not difficult to see that it is in a straight line with a tail. There is a huge pit at the end, and there is a [-]% chance that it is a cannon.

"Is the location where the cannon is fired... over there at the pier? A big pirate? If it's a pirate relying on such a cannon, it wouldn't be interesting." Charlotte didn't mean to look down on those who relied on external forces, but he hoped that It was a fierce physical collision full of sweat and blood.

"Bird! Wow! What a big bird! What a big chin!" Charlotte raised her head and saw a big bird passing by, with something flesh-colored trailing under the bird peck. At first glance, Charlotte thought that But after looking at it carefully, he laughed again and said: "There is an idiot who was picked up by a bird, hahaha..."

boom!

The sound of cannons rumbled, and the loud noise caused Charlotte's expression to change instantly, and he quickly entered a state of alert, turning his head to look at the source of the sound.

Immediately, the bird was hit.

"Huh?" Charlotte raised her eyebrows, moved her feet, and ran in that direction. Without him, the man on the bird, the cannon, the island with pirates, and the deserted villages and towns, none of them revealed a kind of Seems like an interesting flavor.