James sat alone at the messy dining table with cups and plates.

To be honest, of course he didn't want to live such a puppet life, and he also wanted to defeat Lord Beckett, but he knew very well that it was impossible to pull a Lord into the water with a letter of complaint.

This is a battle between old-fashioned nobles and new-fashioned nobles. Ordinary people just watch from the wall and will not obviously support anyone.

The biggest way of communication between nobles is to compromise.

I take your handle and I can let you compromise and give me something until both of us are in a balance.

The letter from the Governor Swan will not let Beckett step down, but will only allow the nobles and nobles to better distribute their interests. The Governor Swan will become a victim of compromise.

So, it’s not that James doesn’t want to overthrow Beckett, but that it’s impossible to succeed in overthrowing a gangster with such a just process.

Governor Swan can't beat Beckett, he can't beat James.

Beckett is the kind of person who steps on the bones of a dead person and climbs up without compassion and guilt.

And they are not.

James was in great pain. He grabbed the wine that Governor Swan had filled but had not drunk and drank it all in one go.

The hard-earned alcohol rushed straight to his forehead. He ignored it and continued to pour a glass of himself and drank it all.

...The next morning.

Two guards, one fat and one thin, found the drunk James in a garbage dump outside the command center.

"...Commander! Why are you here?" the fat man asked with horror on his face.

James stood up shakingly, looked up at the two people, and then rubbed his throbbing forehead.

"What time is it?"

"It's five minutes away from 9 o'clock! The Fendou is about to set sail! Please clean up quickly." The tall and thin guard said anxiously.

James stroked his messy head and said with a wry smile: "It's too late, just do it."

"But……"

"It's nothing, if someone asks me, you will say I fell into the mud pit." James said coldly.

"...Yes." The two guards could only agree.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that James is in a hangover state.

Before, as a commander, he had never drunk alcohol, but since his reinstatement, alcoholism has become the only thing he has taken seriously.

James briefly sorted out his appearance and walked towards the port.

The passing soldiers saluted him one after another, but they looked disgusted and made fun of him.

...Smile.

It's no big deal.

James passed through the port with a cold face and stepped onto the flagship of the Sunless Fleet - the Fight.

"Ahhh! Our commander is finally here."

Mather stood at the bow of the boat and looked at James with contempt.

"The commander seems to have fought with pirates." Mather smiled sarcastically: "It seems that there are still pirates in our Port Royal, or in other words, people who have been pirates."

James said lightly: "Mr. Mather, I just accidentally fell in the mud pit."

Mather smiled and said, "Is that so regrettable. I suggest you wash your face first, and then go to the captain's room to meet Lord Beckett."

James nodded, and the guard next to him hurriedly brought him a basin of water. James simply washed his face and woke up a little bit of pain.

After cleaning, he let out a long breath and walked into the captain's room.

At this time, Beckett was studying the chart with several officials, while Governor Swan stood in front of the soul-gathering coffin, frowned and looked at the box full of witchcraft energy.

When Governor Swan saw Beckett coming in, he immediately walked aside with guilt.

After all, he asked James to fight Beckett with him last night, and if James wanted to betray him, I could not justify anything for myself.

When James saw Governor Swan, he nodded politely, as if he had never had anything last night.

Beckett raised his head and frowned and said, "Commander, why did you make this look?"

James smiled helplessly, "I accidentally fell into the mud pit."

Beckett smiled faintly, "Okay, order the crew members to take their place, we're about to set sail."

"yes."

James immediately ordered the crew to take their seats, and the flagship of Fendou slowly sailed out of Port Royal.

Mather took another boat and headed towards the Malacca waters.

After sailing on the sea for a day, the Fendou finally found the flying Dutchman in the evening.

The flying Dutchman was quietly anchored on the windless sea, and the water ghosts put on them were holding weapons and grinning at the naval soldiers on the Fighting.

It was the first time those naval soldiers had seen such a scene, and everyone was so nervous that they were dying.

Beckett was very calm. He explained to the two guards a few words, and the two guards immediately picked up the box of the soul-gathering coffin and followed behind him.

"Commander, I need you to open the way for me," said Beckett.

"yes."

James drew out the Broken Water Sword and walked in front.

Since his reinstance, Beckett has returned this beautiful sword to him again.

Beckett thought James liked his beautiful sword very much, but in fact it was the opposite.

However, James cannot refuse Beckett's gift.

The two ships moved closer, and the navy immediately set up hanging boards on the side of the ship, and James walked over first.

"Damn naval soldiers, you dare to step onto my pirate ship!" David Jones walked out of his captain's room, and the octopus tentacles on his face were also twisted and fluttered with anger.

The water ghosts around him also made creepy screams, but the sea soldiers were trained regular soldiers at least, so although the sea soldiers were afraid, they did not show it, but pointed the gun at these water ghosts more cautiously.

James said coldly: "David Jones, Lord Beckett is here!"

David Jones clenched the crab claws' hands hard, but he couldn't do more.

Beckett walked over with his hands behind his back.

He was very short, only 1.65 meters tall - of course, it may be less than 1.65 meters tall, and his shoes were covered with heightened insoles.

Even though David Jones was hunched over, he was still two meters tall. The water ghosts on the boat were tall and big. He could just stretch out his hand and control Beckett.

However, no one dared to move.

Behind Beckett is the Soul-Clustering Coffin, which is contained in the Soul-Clustering Coffin is David Jones's heart.

As long as David Jones makes a little move, Beckett's guards will use artillery to smash the soul-gathering coffin.
Chapter completed!