Skrtel’s face instantly revealed a contemptuous grin; "Indeed, this lad is a counterfeit!"
Stillwell similarly broke into laughters, where his laughters contained an intent of ridicule.
"Ye can’t even recognize me, yer dare to feign as a crew mate of the grand Flying Dutchman?"
A snort sounded out from Sheyan’s nose.
"What are you? Based on what should I recognize you?"
Stillwell casted a haughty expression before replying.
"Ye moronic scum, I be the communication link between the Flying Dutchman and dry land! Let me inform ye, ye best strip naked and kneel before Tortuga’s port entrance fer 3 days, and hand over tis’ ship and yer pirate crew to Mister Skrtel. Then, I be sparin’ yer scurvy dog life, otherwise...."
Before Stilwell could finish his statement, Sheyan had already unleashed a slap across. PA! One slap was enough to send several teeth flying out of his mouth. Sheyan then hung down his brows as he unenthusiastically asked.
"Otherwise what?"
After receiving a slap, Stillwell’s cheeks had practically inflated and swelled. He could merely mumble out muffled sounds, as his eyes burned with anger. Stillwell reached his hand downwards for a broadsword as his waist. Instead, like a tiger eyeing its prey, Canbi had instantly smashed his steel mace in.
Without having unsheathed his broadsword fully, Stillwell’s unlucky broadsword was immediately flattened bent, as he coughed blood and was struck to the ground. After panting for a long while, Stillwell scrambled back up from the deck with difficulty; his eyes beaming with venomous resentment.
Sheyan then casted his attention towards Skrtel, maintaining a refined and courteous manner, he chuckled and said.
"Mister Skrtel?"
Posed with such a scenario, Skrtel remained unfazed; or perhaps, he was forcing himself to prevent from having a ‘stage fright’. At this moment, he still retained his amiable demeanor and politely offered a gentle smile.
"Yes, what is your opinion on this?"
Sheyan replied indifferently.
"I recently arrived in Tortuga, and absolutely do not possess any misgivings towards anyone. Except, your men approached, intending to purchase my ship with a dozen gold pounds. Apart from that, I am looking forward to Mister Stillwell calling the crew of the Flying Dutchman to deal with me. Before he calls them, I wouldn’t be going anywhere."
Skrtel was stunned, as he stared deep into Sheyan’s eyes. He was starting to sense a profound mystery in his eyes. Although he could still rally his men to surround and raid Sheyan, a notion had subconsciously flashed through Skrtel’s mind.
"What if he truly belongs to the crew of the Flying Dutchman..."
Hence, his response to Sheyan’s words was only astonishment, before he silently took his leave. Stillwell similarly fled like the wind, distancing himself for 5-6 metres before he spun round.
Then, he casted a venomous glare at Sheyan as though trying to rip apart his soul, before he pointed at Sheyan and gritted his teeth in proclamation.
"Ye’ll die fer sure!! In tis’ world, nobody can rescue ye!"
"I’ll be waiting." Sheyan scoffed indifferently.
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Not too long later, a single-masted ship drew into Tortuga’s port. This single-masted ship seemingly appeared as though he had voyaged a century out at sea. Its entire frame was covered in ash grey, and look rather decayed. Its sail was plagued with cobwebs, and appeared as though it could disintegrate into dust at any moment. Dense and dull white mist seeped out from the ship’s periphery. The ship looked like though it drifted on the ocean’s surface, it was completely unaffected by the waves.
Yet more terrifying was a prodigious shadow following behind the ship’s stern, as though a monumental creature was laying in ambush beneath the sea’s surface...…..Such unfathomable horror had grasped the souls of everyone present in a flash!
Stillwell was standing at the tip of the harbour, as he pointed towards Sheyan’s Hill Maiden.
Beside him, were two individuals who were masqueraded completely in black mantles.
Furthermore, that ship begun leaning towards the Hill Maiden. When the broadsides of both ships interlocked, there was strangely not a single collision. Instead, the crew of the Hill Maiden instantly felt an eerie shiver!
Stillwell exerted himself to climb up the ship’s hull. Instead, the two individuals in black mantle didn’t make a single movement, but they had directly scaled onto the deck. For some unknown reason, wherever those two individuals past, they would behind large trails of water spots. Evidently, they were definitely the genuine crew members of the Flying Dutchman, it would be impossible to refute them!
Right now, even Canbi felt a chilling shiver emitting out from his back, when he faced such a situation; his entire body was trembling slightly. Such a sensation was utterly unrelated to one’s prowess, it was a reverence that came from one’s spirit!
Watching this scene, Stillwell covered his swollen face as he cried out.
"It be tis’ ship with an imposter of the Flying Dutchman’s crew, one who dares to ruin the grand name of Davy Jones!"
An individual cloaked in a black mantle strolled forward, his voice seemingly resonating with the air.
"Who is the imposter?"
At this moment, Sheyan trudged out from his captain’s cabin, as he lifted his chin without the slightest bit of fear.
"Nobody is an imposter! Who are you, lift your hood!"
That black mantled individual lifted his head but was immediately stunned.
"It truly is you! Seaman Yan, Oh, no, our Third Mate!"
Sheyan chuckled in surprise.
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