Going to sea truly wasn't such a simple matter. At least, in Jack Sparrow's view, it really wasn't simple at all.
First of all, they needed a ship, and that was no simple problem.
To put it bluntly, sometimes even if you wanted to buy a ship, you might not be able to get a good one, let alone a high-quality military-grade vessel.
These things were strategic resources. The Caribbean Sea had never been peaceful, and ships—especially large ships—were tightly controlled. It truly wasn't easy to obtain one through normal means.
Without a large ship, there was no way to catch up to the Black Pearl. And even if they got a large ship, without enough sailors, they wouldn't be able to set it in motion!
Ships in the age of sail needed people to handle the sails. On top of that, the weapons system was another major headache. Without enough hands, who was going to fire the cannons?
A large ship also required enough people for daily maintenance. If the seawater on the deck wasn't cleared away in time, the ship would likely be in serious trouble within weeks—corroded by seawater until it leaked, then rotted and sank.
But this wizard who called himself a mage seemed to understand none of that. Or rather, he simply didn't care about any of it. It gave Jack Sparrow a massive headache.
This guy was a complete amateur, and he wanted to sail? He'd probably ram straight into the harbor the moment they set off!
But Jack Sparrow had no options now. He had been caught and couldn't even move, let alone escape.
"We're making this guy our captain?" Hermione found Noah's decision rather strange. Pointing at Jack Sparrow, who was sprawled on the ground, she asked, "Can he do it?"
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