Experiencing such a miracle, Philip once again bowed his haughty head before Sheyan.
Within the ship’s hold, Old Bath sighed deeply as he shut his eyes in despair, because he knew, this once proud apprentice of his, had already been utterly persuaded.
Henceforth, the originally downhearted Philip once again reignited his life’s mission. This signified that his goal for fighting would no longer be merely to protect his subordinates, but also to wholeheartedly campaign for this demon like male before him; raking in merits, and transforming himself to greater heights!
As the saying goes – a strong dragon cannot repress a snake*. There were reasons why Sheyan had been conducting himself bombastically, arrogantly and in a despotic fashion after stepping ashore Tortuga.
(TL:* chinese idiom which means, a local gangster who is above the law)
Firstly, because he possessed adequate strength.
Secondly, it was in preparations for his future schemes and plans.
Furthermore, the greater one’s reputation amongst the pirates, the more benefits it supplied. For example, if Sheyan didn’t possess a ‘Respected’ reputation when he first entered this world, the pirates would probably have rolled their eyes and snubbed him. Who would be willing to become his underling?
Noteworthily, after Sheyan eliminated those few Royal British Navy ships, and presently dared to defy Skrtel, his current pirate reputation had already soared to nearly ‘Revered’. Once it reaches ‘Revered’, he would be on equal footing with the likes of Ammand. Even back in the Flying Dutchman, he would have the qualifications to become the Second Mate*.
(TN:*previously I used vice officer, they are the same term)
When pirates obtain wealth, they naturally wouldn’t save it but instead, break into a wild whoring and gambling spree. It seems many of the pirate ringleaders also endorsed this point, because once their underlings expended all their wealth, they would have increased motivation to pillage. If one had an excessive amount of wealth, then matters of considerations would naturally multiply to women, wife, property, status.....
Just take the present world situation in perspective, will one observe millionaires running around the streets and fighting to their death? Or the prominent gang leaders of hooligans; they would naturally be embracing female celebrities or touring abroad, would one see them going around to fight with small flies? That was indeed the case, individuals who lack talent would be unfortunately chased around and killed....
The reason Sheyan was willing to distribute such exorbitant wealth to his underlings, was because he belonged to the vile category of those who would run after fishing up a plentiful harvest. He only had to consider his situation for merely 32 days. Therefore, he could obviously issue out extravagant booties to buy their loyalty and morale.
On the contrary, other captains had to minimally make considerations for the next 3 years. If they followed suit to Sheyan’s spendthrift ways, two years would be sufficient for their subordinates to amass a fortune and return to their hometowns in silken robes; leaving their ships empty.
After Sheyan whispered a few phrases to Ol’Seadog, Ol’Seadog and Canbi then brought along a dozen plus pirates and left; of course, Mogensha followed them as well. After several minutes, they returned with rum, roast meat, and even invited maidens who were able to tap dance over.
Though these women fell short of Sheyan’s aesthetic conception, reckoning that their cosmetics were too thick and lipsticks too excessive, he remembered; this was a generation without Chanel, Pond’s, OLAY, or L’oreal Paris. Meanwhile, the pirates had their eyes captivated by these women, as they squawked and whistled.
Sheyan’s explanation to his crew was simple – to share both pleasures and burdens of life. As such, they had to delay going ashore to indulge themselves until their brothers of the other two ships arrive. Thus, he allowed them to first enjoy themselves on board. Naturally, his pirate crew wouldn’t understand such a logic. Nevertheless, they definitely didn’t dare to voice their dissent.
Right now, Sheyan had firmly captured the ship in his palms, with the direct aid of his trusted confidants – Philip, Ol’Seadog, Canbi, Blacksail and several others, any trifling matter would no longer incite a ‘stormy sea’.
As it turns out, the true aim of Sheyan’s bombastic behavior, was baiting…...
Awaiting the big boss, Skrtel, who could genuinely preside over matters of Tortuga, to surface.
Sheyan believed that this individual would definitely show up, because for every minute the sea breeze blew against the naked buttocks and eggs of Alan Dale, it was akin to issuing a slap to Skrtel’s face!
Hence, Sheyan was reluctant to release his crew ashore. Because once the worst was to occur, every pirate of Tortuga may turn hostile towards them. If that happened, summoning his full forces in an attempt to flee, would still be possible. However, if his pirate crew were to be scattered throughout bars, they would be designated to be torn apart individually.
Yet unbeknownst why, Skrtel failed to show up. After waiting on deck for half an hour, Sheyan began feeling rather idle and decided to make a trip to the captain’s cabin to rest.
He wasn’t someone willing to waste precious time, and had been assiduously researching in the field of his concoctions; hoping to advance a step further, and create newer gene-mixes. Besides, he definitely wouldn’t be acquiring new recipes for his concoctions within a short span of time.
As for matters on the deck, he handed it over to Canbi’s jurisdiction; instructing him to inform him if any peculiar event arises.
Approximately 10 plus minutes had elapsed. Yet another batch of pirates came ashore. At present, the majority of the crowd had dispersed, nonetheless, there remained a handful who were still pointing towards here. Having just entered the port, those pirates couldn’t help but join in the commotion.
When a red bearded pirate swept a glance over, he finally managed to identify the face of the naked buttocks hanging atop the mast. He mumbled in astonishment.
"Ain’t that Alan Dale, subordinate to Skrtel? How could he have been humiliated by another, and hung atop a ship?"
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