Zhang Heng communicated with each other for only a short period of time during the storm, and the information he obtained was similar to what he had obtained from Seth before.

The master of the voice in his ear claimed that he was an ancient Celtic god who could shelter the sailors in the sea and give believers the ability to manipulate the storm.

Of course, this ability is a bit discounted now. Not only does it control the storm, but it also has a limit on the number of uses, and it can only be used once a month.

According to Betty, this is because her name is almost forgotten by the world. She promised that if Zhang Heng could recruit more believers for her, she could also give Zhang Heng stronger abilities. If Zhang Heng could restore her strength to her peak, she could also make the former the real king of this ocean.

And the believers needed will be worth millions, which is why Betty is targeting Zhang Heng. She has taken a fancy to Zhang Heng's extraordinary leadership skills.

However, the latter did not agree to her immediately. In addition, because Zhang Heng had only been in this world for more than ten years, even if he became the king of the ocean, it would have no practical significance. In addition, Betty's words also reminded Zhang Heng of the monster named Moresby who escaped from Papua New Guinea before.

According to the old man Tang's costume at that time, that thing was also a totem worshipped by a certain tribe before, but with the demise of the Arquez tribe, it had to trap itself in a short cycle in order to survive, and when it came out again, it was also extremely weak.

Now Betty's situation has made Zhang Heng again confirm that these so-called supernatural existences are also facing the crisis of survival.

Even compared to humans, their situation is truly sinister.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Heng has always been a little vigilant about these existences. When even his basic survival is threatened, how credible is the promises they make?

Especially without knowing what happened to the Clark ship, Zhang Heng could not accept all Betty's words.

But no matter what, he did get some useful information through this contact.

Whether it is Morusby or Betty, their strength seems to be directly related to the number of believers, and they seem to be afraid of being forgotten by the world.

Zhang Heng also heard many mythological stories when he was a child. No matter which mythological system, the gods are inseparable from their might and majesties. They created the world and created human beings and were almost omnipotent. However, now it seems that the two sides are more like a symbiotic relationship.

Like a crocodile with toothpick bird, anemone and hermit crab.

Zhang Heng didn't know if this metaphor was appropriate, but watching the sunset alone by the beach tonight had nothing to do with what happened before. He just remembered that he had been blinking in this world for almost two years, and he was becoming more and more accustomed to his current life.

In contrast, memories related to previous life are becoming more and more distant.

It was not until he saw the sunset in front of him that he remembered every detail of another world again. Perhaps this was the only thing that had not changed in more than two hundred years.

However, he did not indulge in some kind of remembrance or sadness. He quickly pulled himself out of his memories and silently drank the bottle of rum with Anne, and the two returned to the beach where the camp was.

Billy happened to come to him at this time, "I don't know if Anne told you that our repair and cleaning work is coming to an end and we will be able to re-install the water tomorrow at noon."

Zhang Heng nodded, "Everyone has worked hard these days. After repairing the boat, let's take a break for a while. We will take a rest. We will set off the morning after tomorrow."

Billy had no objection to this, and shortly after he left, Frena also came over to report to Zhang Heng on a routine before going to sea. "Our food and freshwater problems have been solved. The reserves on the ship are enough for one and a half months of sailing. However, considering that the survivors on the Parrot Island have to be collected, I hid the remaining food and freshwater in a cave on the west side of the beach, so as to ensure our mobility to the greatest extent. At the same time, we can return here to take out this part of the supplies. After all, these two places are only a day away."

"You did a good job." Zhang Heng praised the qualifiers' work, but the latter did not leave.

Difrenner paused and continued, "In terms of shells, we have experienced several fierce battles in succession, and we consumed a lot, but in addition to the 24-pound cannon shells, we also found supplements on the Miranda."

Zhang Heng frowned, "If it really doesn't work, replace the 24-pound cannon with a 12-pound cannon first."

"In fact, what I worry about the most is not shells, but gunpowder." The quarantine officer said seriously, "The gunpowder on the Miranda was not well treated with waterproof and moisture. Moreover, because we were in a state of war at that time, many gunpowder barrels were removed, and we rescued some of them. I opened two barrels before and thought there was no problem, but I just checked them again and found that several of them were seriously damp."

"Is the amount of gunpowder on the ship now enough to support us in a battle?"

"It's almost enough for us to fire seven to eight rounds of shells." Difrena replied after a brief estimate.

This number is still within Zhang Heng's acceptance range. Seven rounds of attacks can determine the outcome in almost one battle, but in this way, their fault tolerance space is indeed smaller, but there is no reason to give up when it reaches this point.

The Jackdaw has now completed repairs to the hull, no longer in its previous fragile state. Even if it can't be defeated, you can choose to escape. After the sailing sailing skills have been upgraded to lv3, Zhang Heng is also very confident in his helm skills.

Whether it is for the five thousand pounds of gold, the surviving pirates on the island, or to avenge the previous revenge, this battle is imperative.

Zhang Heng patted Difrena on the shoulder, "Don't worry, then we will kill them with seven rounds of battle."

"Yes, Captain." The quarantine officer was obviously not willing to return to Nassau empty-handed. He just fulfilled his duties and truthfully reported the situation to Zhang Heng. As for the subsequent decision, the captain would make it.

No words all night.

The next day, the pirates sent the repaired Jackdaw back to the sea with rolling wood. It was not until they witnessed the refreshing Jackdaw successfully launched into the water with their own eyes. A burst of cheers broke out in the crowd. Their work these days was not in vain. Not only did they repair the loopholes and cracks in the previous hull, but they also used extra materials to reinforce the Jackdaw again to prepare for the final battle to come.
Chapter completed!