The sound of cannons and explosions continued near the bay, and in the small villa on the hillside, it sounded just some distant sounds.

"The Portuguese blocked the sea, and our ship could not go out." The Arab captain with an exaggerated hook nose knocked on the table, "The city wall can protect us, but our ship cannot!"

Another dark-skinned Indian captain with dark eyes said, "We are nothing without the ship."

The other captains nodded and agreed: "Without the ship, we are nothing."

"It's better to rush out now," the Arab captain struck while the iron was hot. "Think about it, the noble faith is fighting alone, where are we? But here we are turtles!"

These words ignited the captains' fighting spirit. They slapped the table and clamored loudly to express their desire to fight.

Only Captain Messon twisted his beard and turned his back to everyone. When the noise of the captains subsided, he spoke: "Our ships spread out on the coastline and there is no time to form. Spreading the breakout will definitely lead to more than 50% of the losses."

A voice shouted in response to him: "We are pirates, and pirates are not afraid of drinking with the God of Death!"

"We are pirates, but we are not rash men." Captain Messon turned around and held the table with his hands. "Is your life invaluable? Do you have nothing to do in the future? Even if your answer is no, what about your crew?"

The voices of opposition remained silent, and Captain Messon continued: "The Portuguese intended to catch us all in one place, so that they could not get them as they wished. They just found this stronghold, but were not familiar with the coastline of Antellana Bay. Evacuation in batches is the best choice."

He looked at the captains who were also watching him, and confirmed their eyes one by one, "Captains, if you lose the boat, lead your crew to retreat from land to the south; if your boat is still there, please drive it along the coastline and go south to the landing point in the southeast of the island to meet the others. As for the free people and disabled people who are seeking refuge, I have arranged for the Gallery doctor to take them to transfer."

After a long time, a dark-skinned African captain seemed to be talking to himself: "Do you want to give up here?"

"The free country will be razed, and our years of hard work will be ruined." The former Indian captain also whispered, "In the future, the Indian Ocean General will never give the fugitive slaves and disabled sailors a place."

"The purpose of establishing a free country is for people, and of course you can give it up for people." Captain Messon's voice trembled a little. This place has long been his second hometown, "and freedom will remain in his heart forever, and no one can destroy it!"

"Freedom is forever in the heart, and no one can destroy it!"

The pirate captains were greatly encouraged and slapped the table and shouted.

The study door was kicked open with a loud bang, and the two doors slapped on the wall and made a loud noise.

"What a touching speech," the man in leather boots strode into the room. "But I think the meeting is over, we don't have much time." Two black holes pointed at the people in the room, "Don't talk nonsense, don't do stupid things."

"Francis Benami!"

An African captain slapped the table and stood up. Most of the people present knew that he and the gecko Monk had a brigade.

Gecko Munch shot him without saying a word.

The choking smoke filled the entire room, and the captain who was shot groaned and rolled under the table. Fortunately, he was only shot on the shoulder, which was not life-threatening.

"I really hate that others call this name." Gecko Munch showed a sorry expression, but soon changed into a sneer and blew the muzzle, "Stop talking nonsense, really. I won't misstep next time."

He whistled lazily, and a strong man with a wide range of tied up was immediately taken in by two pirates.

The faces of all the captains here suddenly changed.

"It's a coincidence. We were planning to go around the fortifications facing the sea from the south to take a surprise attack - as you see now - when we landed on the shore, we happened to run into a strange ship. There was only one doctor on the ship, and the doctor led a group of pirates with few arms and legs." Gecko Munch was busy cleaning the barrel of the gun barrel and not raising it. "What's more coincidental is that he happened to be the last doctor that the one-legged old Qiao saw. So we couldn't help but wonder who would give the half chart to before he died?" He refilled the ammunition and pressed the gun against the doctor's eyebrows of the gallery, "What do you think, doctor?"

Responding to him was silence.

Gecko Munch thought seriously and suddenly realized: "When answering questions, you can make an exception and let you speak, doctor." He then tempted, "Think about that boat of poor unarmed guys. As long as you are willing to share with us the little secret of the one-legged old Joe, they will be free. If you really don't want to speak, just point me the person who took the map."

His muzzle swept through the captains one by one: "Is it him? him? or him?"

"It's me!"

The boy's voice rang outside the door.

Yousuf strode into the room without resisting the pirates who gathered around him and tied up with ropes.
Chapter completed!