Warship

"Excellent, Mr. Wilson. Welcome aboard my fleet!"

After chatting for a few moments, Fang Yuan had already determined that Wilson was indeed a talented man. Not only was he highly experienced in sailing, he also had a knack for management.

With qualities like that, he was more than qualified to be a First Mate.

"I'm hiring you as Third Mate aboard my ship!"

Of course, he couldn't promote someone who had only just joined straight to First Mate. What would Bill, Butcher, and the other old hands think? True, they had joined only a few days before Wilson, but that was still seniority.

"As for compensation, you'll get a hundred Gold Galons to settle in, plus a share of the profits!"

Pirates, naturally, didn't receive wages. They made their living by dividing up the spoils after each raid.

"A hundred Gold Galons?"

Wilson's eyes lit up, urgency creeping into his voice. "Mr. Rochy... could I get a thousand Gold Galons in advance? I really need the money. I..."

Fang Yuan raised a hand, cutting him off. "I know you must have a tragic story behind how you ended up in this state, and that you urgently need a large sum for something. But what does that have to do with me? You're just a sailor I've hired. A hundred Gold Galons to settle in is already an exceptionally high offer. You could hire a whole crew with that and sail across the ocean..."

"You're right!" Wilson gave a bitter smile. "I'm sorry..."

"As for the rest... believe me, if you show enough talent, you'll earn a thousand Gold Galons in no time."

Fang Yuan smiled. He really did need someone to manage the ship.

And if Wilson proved valuable enough, Fang Yuan might even step in and help him with