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In the azure sea, the deadly triangles formed by shark fins were clearly visible, packed tightly together as the sharks fought and tore at one another over the bloody scraps thrown from the ship.

Meanwhile, several unfortunates accused of having been close confidants of the former captain stood timidly on the plank, their bodies covered in bruises. A sea of sharks stretched out before them, while dozens of their former crewmates stood behind them, pointing guns and knives at their backs.

This form of punishment was undoubtedly brutal. Most terrifying of all was the psychological pressure.

"Captain Your Excellency, your wine!"

Fang Yuan was lounging in an armchair. A knife, fork, and turkey were laid out before him, and Bill eagerly brought over a bottle of vintage wine.

"Not bad!"

He carved the turkey with his knife and fork, watching one unlucky soul after another get forced into the sea, their shrill screams ringing out.

The entire crew sat in deathly silence.

From this day on, they would be terrified of this captain who could kill while chatting and laughing.

Fang Yuan was now the captain of the Mockingbird Pirate Group.

He wore Fred's old captain's hat and a crisp trench coat, with an exquisite gold-inlaid Commanding Saber at his waist.

The outfit seemed to have belonged to some navy officer. Who knew which pirate had offered it up?

As a Pirate Captain, Fang Yuan had control over the ship and its crew, as well as the privilege of claiming a greater share of the spoils. He could also demand tribute from his men.

The rules were much like the obligations between a vassal and his Feudal Lord: each year, they had to contribute a certain amount of unpaid labor and goods, though there was a limit.

Of course, Fang