Dozens of floating barrels were thrown into the sea. They were tied in groups of five with hemp ropes, and then they were scattered and connected into pieces through several thick sail cables, and finally connected to the side of the childhood name.

The sailors with quick hands and feet slid down the cable to the sea, jumped onto floating wooden barrels, and used long poles to set up simple masts.

Next they hung small sails on the masts to give power to these simple floating barrel boats. Finally, a night light was hung at the top of each mast to simulate the light of the stern lights. From a distance through the fog, it seemed that there was a huge fleet of ships rising and falling in the darkness with the waves.

"There is a fleet approaching behind the port side, with a direction of 212!"

The alarm sounded from the lookout whistle, and the gallows immediately opened the cannon door and entered the combat state.

But the other party did not show his intention to attack. A small boat approached quietly from the fog, and a priest standing at the bow of the boat holding a loud trumpet and shouting loudly.

He spoke Spanish, and in the name of the commander of the Royal Portuguese Navy, Pedro de Melo, asked the captain of the Gallop, Bar Mentus, to board the ship himself, and followed him back to the flagship of the Lisbon to explain the previous attack.

"Let the golden finger eat shit. He is not my employer, nor is I a waste soldier under his command." The mourner spat in the sea, "Tell him to point at me less."

The other party seemed to have expected his reaction to do so, and instead asked the mourner to hand over the captive captain of the Noble Faith and all relevant personnel, because the commander thought it was necessary to escort them to Goa for public trial.

"If he is willing to chop off his gold fingers one by one and make them into gold coins, I can consider selling his heads." The mourner cursed loudly, "Just just moving his mouth, I want to grab fat from other people's mouths, and go back to his mother's arms as soon as possible to dream!"

The nagging priest then made a third request: he must board the ship as a representative of the Portuguese naval commander to check in order to confirm the identity of the pirate captured by the Gallop.

"If you talk a little longer, I'll send you to see God now! Keep the rest of your requests to him," the mourner threatened to draw out his gun, "I'll shoot when I count to ten. Get out of here!"

I didn't expect that pedantic nerd to show his spirit of dying and did not retreat: "In view of the shelling bombardment launched by the Royal Navy this afternoon by the Gallops, we need to confirm your loyalty to the Portuguese government!"

The mourner shot the wooden board in front of the priest's feet, which scared him and then plopped into the water.

The pirates were amused by this funny scene and burst into laughter.

But the sudden sharp knife on their throat stopped their laughter.

Taking advantage of Father Augustine's attention, Yusuf led his sailors to dive under the gallows with the help of the air in the floating barrel. First, the agile Maku and Kuma climbed up the mast and knocked the guard whistle unconscious, while the rest entered the inner cabin through the opened lower gun door.

They successfully liberated their detained companions, and all of them were re-armed and turned into new offensive forces.

"Meet again." Yusufu greeted the mourner with a wicked smile, "It's less than a day after we parted."

The mourner also laughed: "I am a clever little slut. Every time I hang someone like you, I will be very, very happy." He was not depressed at all, but seemed particularly excited. "The Indian Ocean is really disappointing. Let the men in the Caribbean teach the young men how to be pirates!"

With his whistle, the pirates under him suddenly exerted force to break free from the clamp, and they pulled out their waist knives and rushed towards the opponent behind them.

The sword wind whistled, bullets flew everywhere, the pungent smell of gunpowder rushed to the sky cover, and the deck was in chaos.

Isabel struggled to dodge stray bullets on the mast behind her - the Mombasa sailor who was just rescuing her was stunned by the sweeping sail truss and is now lying at his feet.

She stretched her legs and tried to straighten her toes, trying to hook the keys from under the fainting sailor in a mess.

A lame sailor with a gallows noticed her action and roared and slashed at her.

Isabel gritted his teeth and turned over to avoid it, but saw a dent on the deck being cut by a scimitar. The lame sailor was unwilling to approach again, so Isabel had to circle him around the mast.

Halfway through the desperate pillar-circling game, she happened to walk around Raj with a lame sailor.

Isabel grabbed the neutral call for support: "Raj!"

The burly goldsmith concentrated all his anger on his legs and burst out with great force to kick the lame sailor's back.

The other party fell down after taking the kick, and his head touched the mast and fainted.

Isabel breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, rubbed the keychain little by little with his toes, and finally moved it to his hand.

She picked up the key and groped the keyhole while looking around, and found that Yousuf had been forced to the side of the ship.

When it comes to fighting for swords, few of the pirates are opponents of the mourners. Under his amazing strength, few people can take three swords. If they continue fighting, Yusuf will sooner or later cut him into pieces.

She hurriedly shook off the iron shackles, not caring about her bloody wrists, and quickly pushed a wooden box and stepped on them to open the handcuffs for Raj: "We have to go and help him!"

Isabel picked up a scimitar from the deck and rushed forward first.

However, it would be useless to have her joining. The mourners still have the upper hand, and they can only struggle to resist.

Two orangutan sailors rushed to support him from the sail cables. Kuma was hit by a stray bullet and fell into the sea halfway. Raj and Maku had to turn back to the upper gun deck and lower the boat to search and rescue.

"The Portuguese taught you this?" The mourner mocked Yousuf during the fierce attack. "It's all a trick to coax the girls!" He bent over and avoided the sneak attack launched by Isabel from behind, raised his hand to knock her scimitar away, "This is not a woman's toy!"

He stepped forward and raised his knife to slash at Isabel, and Yusuf almost blocked the attack.

"Don't worry, it's your turn next!"

The ruthless three consecutive slashes made Yusufu's arm numb, and he almost couldn't hold the scimitar in his hand. Facing the mourner, the weapon was a dead end.

Isabel took the opportunity to pick up the cables on the deck and strangle the mourner's neck, slowing down his offensive.

But her power was not enough to compete with the mourner's strange power. She was only stalemate for a short moment and was immediately thrown to the ground.

Isabel rolled over to avoid his pursuit, and still took a knife on his shoulder, but fortunately the wound was not deep.

Yusuf's attack forced the mourner to turn around and continue fighting with him, winning Isabel a chance to breathe. But this is by no means a long-term solution. The longer the time is, the more unfavorable it is for them.

Seeing that the mourner had another fierce attack that made Yusuf unable to fight back, Isabel glanced at the cannonball box piled up on one side of the ship's side.

"You and your funny circus will be finished today!" The mourner sneered, "But don't worry, I will keep you for a breath-taking-" He took advantage of the situation to attack, "I want to watch you slowly hang on the gallows!"

His fierce slash suddenly went away, and his whole body fell on the deck, and was pulled by a force and slid quickly to the edge of the deck. Isabel used a lasso made of rope to tie his left leg tightly, and the other end was the whole box of black iron cannonballs thrown off the side of the ship.

The mourner soon realized what was going on. As soon as he slipped down the side of the ship, he reached out to hold Isabel tightly and flew out of the deck with her.

"Isabel!"

Yousuf threw himself to the side, only having time to touch her slightly cool fingertips.

The black sea is shrouded in the mist, and the floating waves appear and disappear.
Chapter completed!