Shark Falls into the Net 1

The snow-white waves gently caressed the beach, and the cries of seagulls echoed in the sky from time to time. Under the sunlight, the sea was like a blue mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white jade. It was supposed to be a good day for sailing, but the Franklin Harbor dock area was unusually quiet. The fishermen who usually engaged in fishing and the ship merchants who engaged in transportation were nowhere to be seen, because everyone didn't want to cause trouble.

"Row faster!" Not far from the shore, a dozen pirates were rowing their oars with all their might, including Shark, the leader of the pirate gang. They abandoned the other pirate brothers who were desperately defending the city gate, quietly returned to the Church, packed up the gold and silver jewelry they had collected during this period, secretly transported it to the dock area, found a rowboat, and prepared to slip away quietly. Just as they untied the cable, Schroeder led his soldiers to raid the dock area.

The pirates were shocked and didn't care about the brothers who hadn't arrived yet. They cut the cable, raised the sails, and began to flee. Schroeder ordered the pursuit, personally leading the soldiers to jump onto two ships still docked at the pier and chase after the pirates' ship.

Although the sea was calm at the moment, Shark felt as if he was in a storm. He kept cursing, from Greiman to the lackeys next to him who weren't rowing hard enough (in his opinion). However, the ships operated by the soldiers were getting closer and closer to them. On the one hand, the pirates didn't have enough manpower, they only had twenty or so people. On the other hand, the gold and silver jewelry they were carrying was too heavy, but it was basically impossible for Shark to abandon these treasures.

"I think you should just surrender obediently. I can plead with the local lord for you and ask him to pardon your death."

A weak voice rang out. The owner of the voice was a young man with his hands tied behind his back.

"Shut up!" Shark pounced on the young man and slapped him hard: "You be honest with me, if you say another word, I'll cut off one of your hands and feed it to the fish."

The young man didn't say anything after being slapped.

This southern pretty boy named Quiller Foster came here three months ago, shamelessly saying that he was here to challenge the great pirate De Howard. Father in heaven, didn't he know that people who did this before were thrown into the sea to feed the Sharks? However, those rich areas in the south have never lacked fools full of adventurous spirit, especially these pampered young masters who want to find some different excitement after drinking enough fine wine and getting tired of playing with women.

Okay, consider yourself lucky that Edward wasn't here, so you weren't fed to real Sharks, but I, Shark, will have to entertain you properly. Judging from the pretty boy's attire, he must be wealthy. After a few tricks, he revealed his background. He was actually from the Foster Family of the Horn Bay Alliance, which is a well-known family in the Horn Bay area.

In that case, let the pretty boy write a letter to his family and obediently pay money to redeem him. No matter how awesome the Horn Bay Alliance's navy is, it is impossible to send a fleet to travel more than two thousand nautical miles to the Northwest Bay to save a good-for-nothing playboy. Seeing a large sum of wealth about to be pocketed, and then occupying Franklin Harbor to create a fait accompli, spending some money to appease the surrounding lords, maybe I can even become a noble.

But such a beautiful future was ruined by that kid from the Greiman Family. Hmph! After I get the money from the Foster Family, I will recruit troops and buy horses, and sooner or later I will fight back and let that kid go see his old man.

Two rowboats operated by Alarda soldiers followed the pirates' ship from the left and right. If viewed from a high altitude, the distance between the two sides was constantly shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was only a matter of time before the pirates were caught up.

"Prepare for melee combat!"

Shark drew his Saber and ordered his men.

"I've been sailing the seas for more than twenty years, and I've seen all kinds of storms. I don't believe I can be defeated here today."

The other pirates responded one after another, drawing their weapons.

Makarov asked loudly: "We're about to hit the pirates' ship! Are the Firearms ready?"

The comrades said that they were ready.

"Don't worry, we'll definitely give them a hard time."

"Okay, I'll count one, two, three, and everyone will exert their strength together."

"Okay, after this wave, it is estimated that there will not be many people left on the other side."

"You have to aim carefully, don't hurt our own people on the other ship, Lord Schroeder is also on it."

"At such a close distance, there is absolutely no problem!"

With two consecutive huge vibrations, the two ships crashed into the pirates' ship from the left and right. The personnel on both sides were shaken and swaying. After slightly stabilizing, the Firearms in the Alarda army crackled and rang out, and three pirates who were hit died on the spot. Naval battles are a bit bumpy. Although the distance is very close, the musketeers did not hit all of them, but this was already considered a preemptive strike, and the pirates' momentum was obviously suppressed a lot.

"Kill!" Schroeder took the lead and jumped onto the pirate ship. Shark waved his weapon to resist the old knight's sword. It was a large machete that looked very heavy at first glance, making Schroeder's knight's sword look a bit slender in comparison.

Shark roared with red eyes and bulging veins on his neck: "Old man, come on! Come on! My Saber doesn't know how many people's blood it has drunk, and today it will taste a new flavor."

"Hmph! Bluffing." Schroeder, who had been through many battles, could tell at a glance that this guy was trying to embolden himself.

The two stopped talking nonsense and fought back and forth on the deck. The old knight was a little unaccustomed to fighting on a bumpy ship, and at first he was just parrying the opponent's attacks, but his defense was watertight, and Shark didn't get any advantage at all.

The others also found their opponents, and the sound of weapons colliding and the sound of people fighting resounded across the sea.

"You bunch of robbers! Don't even think about taking my money!"

Shark waved his weapon frantically, his moves were wide open, and he was a little confused about the identities of both sides under the excitement.

However, the number of Alarda troops who came to chase was several times that of the pirates, and the huge advantage finally crushed the pirates' desperate resistance.

Schroeder also gradually adapted to the current battle and gradually changed from defense to offense. Finally, Shark was stabbed in the thigh by Schroeder's sword and fell on the deck, no longer able to stand up.

"Surrender! I surrender!" He threw away his weapon in despair and resigned himself to fate.

Seeing that the boss had surrendered, the other pirates who had not yet been killed threw down their weapons and surrendered.

"Tie them up and return!"

Schroeder glanced coldly at the Shark sprawled on the deck and gave the order to return to the dock.

At that moment, a voice rang out from a corner of the deck, "You are Lord of Alarda Territory's army, right? Sir, save me!"

The voice was full of joy after surviving a disaster. Schroeder turned his head and saw a young man with his hands tied behind his back, squatting in the corner of the deck with tears in his eyes. The battle just now was too intense, and he hadn't noticed him for a while.

He couldn't be careless and had to figure out his identity first. "Who are you? Why were you tied up on the Pirate ship?"

"I am from the Foster Family of the Southern Horn Bay Alliance. I was kidnapped by Pirates a few months ago. If you save me, my family will definitely give you a large reward!"

The young man hurriedly revealed his identity.