Bounty Order

This cruise was uneventful. After sailing at sea for more than half a month, the Silver Wing smoothly returned to Gabreid Military Port.

With wind power as the only source of propulsion for sailing warships, speed was difficult to guarantee. Coastal cruises were already considered missions that took relatively little time and had a relatively high safety factor.

According to the old Sailors, if they were to carry out long-distance escort missions, such as going to the New Continent, it was normal to be gone for several months. Of course, those were tasks that only Battleships of at least Fourth-Rate or higher could undertake; the Silver Wing was no longer qualified.

After disembarking, while the other crew members went to relax and enjoy themselves, Evan and Gary returned to their residence by the sea, preparing to continue their training. They understood that more important than the Extraordinary Inheritance was a person's self-discipline. If you wanted to shine in front of others, you had to suffer behind the scenes.

However, just as the two of them had worked together to clean the house that had been unoccupied for more than half a month, a Sailor who had stayed on the ship ran over to deliver a message, gasping for breath as he shouted, "Ensign, there's an emergency mission! The Captain has issued a recall order; all personnel are to return to the ship immediately!"

"Okay, we understand."

Back on the Silver Wing, Evan saw First Mate Perry working overtime to replenish the Silver Wing's depleted supplies. Evan greeted him and went straight to the Captain's Cabin.

"One-Eyed Beck? A bounty of one thousand Gold Lions!!!"

"Is this guy so arrogant? He actually dared to sink a Warship?"

"It's said that he's the Vice-Captain of the Shark Tooth Pirate Gang, and he already has the combat power of a Senior Knight."

When Evan arrived at the Captain's Cabin, the Officers on the Silver Wing were already gathered in a circle, discussing it heatedly.

On the desk in the middle was a Bounty Order that had just been brought back from the Fleet Headquarters, as well as a brief intelligence report on the wanted criminal.

Seeing the amount of the bounty, not only Evan but also a group of Officers were green with envy.

What was the concept of one thousand Gold Lions?

It was roughly equivalent to a Navy Sailor's salary saved for a hundred years without eating or drinking, equivalent to ten high-quality warhorses, equivalent to one-fifth of a Sixth-Rate Sloop.

Moreover, this money was directly and fully paid by the Third Fleet Headquarters and was not subject to the rules of spoils distribution. Whoever killed this guy, these one thousand Gold Lions belonged to them!

In addition to the possible loot after striking the pirates, one time would be enough to make everyone's mouths water.

Evan was also taken aback. What kind of guy was worth so much money? After greeting Uncle Gell and his colleagues, he picked up the intelligence on the table and began to read it.

The identity of the Vice-Captain of the Shark Tooth Pirate Gang was not something he cared about. What pirate force on the sea could be stronger than the Navies of various countries? The terrifying forces that ordinary people dared not provoke were all younger brothers in front of the Kingdom Navy.

However, accurate intelligence showed that "One-Eyed" Becky himself possessed the Extraordinary level of a Senior Formal Knight Tier and had a record of killing strong people of the same level. Not long ago, his pirate ship had even sunk a Navy Sixth-Rate Dispatch Vessel in a head-on battle.

This could not help but make Evan marvel at his madness and strength.

In fact, it wasn't that there were no pirates who dared to fight against the Navy head-on. Many of the Great Pirates who roamed the seas had records of sinking Warships.

But that came with prerequisites.

First, you had to have the strength that the Navy was afraid of, weighing whether it was worth chasing you across the sea. This strength had to be at least Third-Order and equivalent to a Grand Knight; second, don't let others see it, don't be smug and publicize it everywhere, and don't make it known to everyone.

However, although this guy named "One-Eyed" Becky already had the strength of a suspected Knight Tier, which most Navy personnel could not reach, he was far from reaching the point where the authorities were afraid of him.

After sinking the Warship, he didn't immediately escape but continued to cruise in the Third Fleet's territory. He was simply slapping the faces of the Third Fleet's officers and soldiers. Who else would they target if not him?

Evan didn't think this guy could be at large for long. Now it depended on who was lucky enough to catch his tail. When the Warships surrounded him, unless he could go up to the sky or down to the sea, the outcome would be inevitable.

"Captain, resupply complete!"

After a while, First Mate Perry returned and reported to Captain Gell that the resupply was complete and the crew members had all returned.

Scanning the eager eyes of everyone present, Gell nodded, his morale was high, and he waved his hand: "Set sail! According to the order from the headquarters, we will go to the vicinity of Taro Island to meet up with the Warrior and search for One-Eyed Beck together.

Gentlemen, the Navy's dignity cannot be tarnished and must be washed away with One-Eyed Beck's blood!"

"Aye, Captain!"

On the azure sea, the waves were small, the weather was sunny, and two Fifth-Rate Cruisers of similar size were sailing in a cruising formation, one on the right front and the other on the left rear.

"Chirp, chirp... chirp, chirp..."

The cries of the Seagulls were not as kind and pleasant as usual but instead made people feel a little irritable.

The Silver Wing and the Warrior had been searching the sea for eight days to hunt down One-Eyed Beck.

Not to mention One-Eyed Beck, they hadn't even seen a hair of other small pirates. The well-informed pirates had already received the news and were scared away by the Third Fleet's grand scale.

It could be said that most of the Warships without urgent missions had joined the hunting team. The strength and number were rare in the past ten years.

If the Fast Dispatch Vessel and the Terns hadn't constantly sent the latest information, confirming that One-Eyed Beck hadn't landed and hadn't left the Third Fleet's Territory, everyone would have thought he had already slipped away.

And now, whether it was the officers and soldiers on the Silver Wing or the Warrior, they were gradually becoming a little anxious. Even with the Third Fleet's power, it was impossible to continue such a large-scale blockade of the sea indefinitely. The longer the time dragged on, the greater the possibility that everyone would gain nothing in the end.

The ocean was too vast for humans. Even if they just wanted to find this guy in this small area on the west coast of the Black Sea, it was not much better than finding a needle in a haystack.

Evan's mentality was good. Even if he didn't find the target, he would treat it as an experience.

However, because sudden battles might occur at any time during this period, his special training was temporarily postponed. During this time, Evan basically spent his time under the mast.

Evan learned the Sail Control Technique quickly and had reached the point where he could assist Sail Master Jab. Now, the only thing he lacked to become a qualified Sail Master was experience.

Having been on the ship for more than a month, Evan had now fully adapted to life on the ship. Now, he had a feeling of being like a fish in water.

He even thought smugly, "I really should be a man who conquers the sea by nature, hehe."

Standing on the lookout, looking around with the slightly salty sea breeze blowing in his face, the help of Data Vision would not let him miss any clues.

"Huh, the Warrior sent a signal?"

At this moment, Evan keenly noticed the signal flags sent by the Warrior opposite. After deciphering them, he learned that the other party knew that there was a Small Island with freshwater resources ahead and invited the Silver Wing to replenish freshwater.

Every drop of fresh water is a precious resource on a sea vessel, because long-term storage of fresh water will deteriorate and stink. Therefore, after sailing for a period of time, sailors will use sugarcane wine, which is rum that appears in many Western novels, to replace fresh water for drinking. People who live on land find it hard to appreciate the days of water shortage on a ship.

As a part-time Captain's Herald, Evan immediately slid down the mast to report to Gell.

A moment later, as the flag signal was sent from the Silver Wing, the two Warships turned in unison and headed towards the Unnamed Small Island.

"The scenery on this Small Island isn't bad. If it were closer to the coast, many people would be willing to come here for vacation."

Sunlight, white sandy beaches, and a few gracefully shaped Coconut Trees. While the First Mate organized the Sailors to replenish fresh water, Evan leisurely sat in a small boat and cast his fishing hook near the Small Island.

"Yo, another one hooked!"

It has to be said that in this kind of sparsely populated place, the fish have never seen anything like a fish hook, they are simply adorably naive. Even though Evan's fishing skills are average, he harvested two full buckets of big fish that he couldn't name in a short period of time.

The Sailors of this era are too lazy to name all kinds of strange-shaped sea fish. That's what scholars should do. In their eyes, there are only two kinds of animals in the sea: edible and inedible.

After taking the fish back to the ship and seeing that the Sailors hadn't finished their work, Evan ran directly to the estuary of the island's freshwater river and took a refreshing freshwater bath.

"Ah, that's great!"

When on the ship, even though the conditions for Officers are better, Evan found it a little unbearable not being able to shower often. Seizing the opportunity, he naturally didn't want to let it go.

Wiping his hair with a towel as he returned to the ship, the cook was grilling on the deck. The ingredients included the sea fish Evan brought back, various seashells found by the crew on the beach, and cured meat from the storage room. Wisps of smoke rose, making it look extremely appetizing.

Life at sea is hard, and Sailors have long learned to make the best of it. Gatherings and delicious food are just some of the ways.

Evan looked at it and felt a little eager to try. Being a single man for two lifetimes had honed his cooking skills, and he was itching to show them off.

He casually scooped up a large fish from the fish bucket that resembled a Tuna but had red stripes on its body, grabbed the kitchen knife next to him, and casually twirled it. With two quick swipes, he turned the fish into two large pieces of crystal-clear, delicious fish meat, as if he were dissecting an ox.

The kitchen knife in his hand turned into a silver light, like an effect from an anime. Slices of glistening, paper-thin fish automatically flew out and landed on the clean plate that had been prepared next to him.

Evan's use of knives and swords is now far superior to that of the top chefs in his previous life, precise, swift, and pleasing to the eye.

Such dazzling knife skills quickly attracted a crowd around Evan, mostly crew members with higher status on the ship, the lowest level being irreplaceable technical jobs.

"This kid has too many ideas, doesn't he?" Gell and Evan were not the type of sword fanatics who regarded swordsmanship as their life, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with Evan using swordsmanship in this way.

But knowing that he had invented "Bean Sprouts" as a vegetable, and taught the Ship Doctor several foods and drinks to prevent diseases, and now he has come up with this new way of eating sea fish, it is really incomprehensible where he got so many fantastic ideas from.

After slicing the fish, Evan used the ingredients at hand to make a sauce. After dipping and tasting it, although it lacked some of the flavor of the special dipping sauce from his previous life, the fresh fish meat that had just been caught from the sea seemed to come alive in his mouth, which had already made up for all the shortcomings in taste.

"Not bad, fresh!"