Chapter 687 Captain Jack Sparrow

"..." Morea was silent for a moment, and then shifted his words bluntly, "What about the original captain of this fleet?"

"Dead." The first mate of the ghost ship responded with some sadness, and then it suddenly saw the lich hiding behind Morea, the soul fire in the skull suddenly rose, "Captain, Is this the crew you brought?"

Morea glanced back at the liches behind him and nodded, "Oh, yes, they are the crew members I brought to supplement. I heard that our fleet suffered heavy losses, so we brought some undead on purpose. Come and add."

"Captain, our losses are not heavy!" Speaking of the battle damage, the first mate of the ghost ship confided to Morea in a mourning voice, "It was almost destroyed. Our fleet used to have thirteen ships, and now there are only thirteen ships left. The next five ships, and all the crew members plus me add up to less than 100.

Captain, don't look at the fact that the ship under our feet is still intact. Before the war, the length of the ship was 322 meters long and stern. Now there are only more than 100 meters left, and the rest of the hull has been smashed. , after the repair, it shrunk into this. "

"..." Morea twitched the corners of his mouth. Fortunately, he was not the real new captain, otherwise he would be so angry that he vomited blood. If the human legion is beaten to such an extent, the numbering will almost be cancelled. However, the ghost ship's hull has been destroyed by two-thirds, and it is still able to repair itself. It is indeed a ship that he covets.

"What have you been through?" Morea asked curiously, "These ghost ships belong to Barbossa no matter what, how could they be beaten so badly?"

"We were ordered to cruise a dark river, but unfortunately, we encountered a group of priests who came down from the ground, and then there was a conflict. There was actually a cardinal archbishop in their team, so we were beaten like this, we The captain was decontaminated on the spot," the chief mate lamented.

"If I hadn't run fast enough, none of these ships would be left, and the rest of the ships and their crew would be purified."

"So you're a deserter, right?" Morea nodded and finally found a suitable reason. "Where are the second and third mates of this ship? Let them come to see me."

"They're all dead. All the captains and the first mate are dead. I'm the only one left," the tattered first mate replied. "Only some of the crew survived."

"You are very good, because you fled, you were demoted, and you are now the third mate." Morea arranged his position directly from the first mate to the third mate.

"Then who will be the first mate and the second mate?"

"He's the first mate." Morea turned and pointed to Michaelella who was standing behind him.

Then he pointed to Ilvester, whose face was covered by one side, wearing black armor and exuding a smoky dead air, "He is the second officer, you have to listen to what the two of them say in the future, you understand. ?"

"Understood." Seeing Morea, who was wearing an armor with gold as the main body and three colors of white, blue and black as decorative patterns, the undead who was inexplicably reduced to three pairs in a few words replied in a low voice. Feeling the strong death energy of the unknown guy in front of him, although it has no knowledge, it knows what the pure death energy contained in this armor represents.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask you, what's your name?"

"Report Captain, my name is Gibbs. May I ask Mr. Captain, what is your name?"

"My name is," Morea paused, and suddenly thought of the name of a famous pirate captain. Although it is fictitious, it's okay to use it, "Jack Sparrow, you can call me Spey in the future. Captain Lo."

"Then, Captain Sparrow, should we replenish the crew? Our current crew is simply not capable of operating the current five ships." The third mate Gibbs reported.

"Well, that's true, do you have any good suggestions?" Morea, who didn't understand anything, asked.

"I suggest going to Blackrock Harbor to recruit crew members, these undead you brought are simply not enough to control the rest of the ship," Gibbs replied.

"Haha!" Hearing this, Morea and the lich behind him couldn't help laughing. The lich behind him could pick out any undead army of millions or more. The number is a joke to them. Of course, if you just count the number of intelligent undead, you can divide it by one hundred, but even so, it is more than enough to fill these five ships.

"What are you laughing at?" Gibbs was a little puzzled.

"Nothing, Blackstone Port?" Morea's eyes flashed, thinking of some rules between pirates, and then made a final decision, "We will go to Blackstone Port now."

"Well, Captain Sparrow, how many low-level Wraith Coins did you bring? If we don't have enough Wraith Coins, we won't be able to move the ship at all." Gibbs asked cautiously.

Morea looked at Gibbs suspiciously. The third deputy felt Moreya's gaze, and the originally somewhat awake consciousness slowly reacted. He quickly explained,

"The wraiths that were bound before the ghost ship have been consumed in the previous battles, and with the repair of the hull, the remaining wraiths are not enough to make the ship move, so we need to replenish, otherwise , we can only rely on the ghost ship to instinctively capture the grievances in the sea, in this case, it will take at least a year for the ship to restore its previous power."

"If it's just moving, I don't think it's a big problem? But I don't know where the Blackstone Port is? Can you point me in the direction?" Morea looked at the surrounding dark sea, "I think you used to be this team. The first officer of the fleet should have some skills that navigators should master!"

Gibbs froze. At this time, he finally felt something was wrong. How could the undead living in the sea of ​​​​death not know where the Blackstone port is. This is the largest and most prosperous port in the sea of ​​​​death, and it is also the biggest selling money. Cave and supply station.

"I know." Gibbs looked at Morea again. Wearing a golden armor, Morea was majestic and ferocious, exuding a strong sense of death. Standing a little closer to him, he could feel a faint depression. It made him feel like he wanted to be in awe, surrender, and worship, which was the effect of the bones of the lich.

The origins of these guys in front of him are even more problematic than he imagined. Where will the captains be assigned? These ships are the private property of the captains. Lord Barbossa doesn't care at all. Like it was in the previous situation, the only end is to be killed. Other pirate captains annexed, and Morea's arrival was regarded as a life-saving straw by him.

Gibbs doesn't need to know who Moria is, just needs to know that Moria is a very powerful undead. According to the rules set by the great undead pirate king Barbossa, any undead can become a captain. Can get the recognition of all the undead on board.

With the current combat power of the ghost ship, even if Gibbs can bring the ship back to Blackstone Port, it cannot keep these ghost ships with its strength, and can only be annexed by other powerful captains, not to mention the first and second mates. Even an ordinary crew member can't be qualified, and it is even worse. Maybe it will be forcibly integrated into the ghost ship and provide power for the undead ship all year round.

Next, not knowing that he was being used as a life-saving straw, Morea ordered a weakest lich to wave a bone staff, setting off a wind of death, and using magic to lead five ghost ships towards Gibbs The port of Blackstone in the mouth drove away...

"This is the legendary sea of ​​​​the dead?" Morea frowned and stood on the collision angle of the ghost ship, feeling a little incredible. The ghost ship has been sailing for nearly two hours at this time, but now, he He didn't even see the shadow of the so-called Blackstone Port, but felt the usual mental fluctuations of Gibbs, and he knew that this was a normal phenomenon.

"This sea of ​​ghosts is too big. Is this really Barbossa's half-plane?" Just a rough estimate, Morea can judge that from the beginning to the present, the distance they traveled in a straight line has definitely exceeded. Two hundred kilometers, this distance may not be a big deal in the main world, but for a half plane, it is a bit exaggerated.

"After all, it is a great lich with a thousand years of history. This level is nothing!" Ilves, who was wearing black armor and dressed as a black knight, said lightly.

"Don't pretend to be knowledgeable with me, tell me, have you ever seen a demi-plane bigger than this sea of ​​ghosts?"

"If it is only based on the distance traveled so far, there are several demi-planes in my cloud city that are no smaller than this." Migalera, who was wearing white jade armor, inserted Muria and Ilvi. Sturt's soul link spoke out, very sincere.

"But those half-planes, you have to use the Cloud City to control them, and the sea of ​​​​dead spirits is the half-plane that the undead captain Barbossa fuses with himself and really controls."

"There must be a problem with such a large half-plane. It should be able to expand to such a large area under special circumstances, so Barbossa must not be able to achieve perfect control. We sneaked in, and now there is no specificity. The emergence of the combat power is the best proof."

Ilvester replied indifferently, "So as long as we don't make too much noise, we won't be detected."

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"Hey, isn't this David Martin's fleet? How did it become so miserable? There are only so many small broken ships left."

Suddenly, a schadenfreude voice came from the soul. In Morea's field of vision, a ghost fleet consisting of fifteen ghost ships appeared in his soul. The fleet was scattered into a semicircle. The five boats surrounded him.