Chapter 309: Intertwined Fate and Destiny
Blue Flame Islands.
On the quiet sea in the distance, a small wooden boat is slowly swaying in the sea current, making ripples.
At the end of the boat, a strong man wearing a red cloak turned his back to the islands and was rowing the oar vigorously.
“Ah, we’re finally back in Bilgewater.”
He looked towards Bilgewater Bay on the sea. Facing the lights of this port city, it looked like a piece of fool's gold from a distance.
"This is indeed a garbage dump filled with hatred and stench, where murder and betrayal run rampant without any scruples."
He continued to talk to himself, expressing his resentment towards the city. and disappointment.
Just the next moment.
The strong man's mood suddenly changed, and his weather-beaten face revealed uncontrollable excitement and joy.
"Damn, it's good to be home!"
After saying that, he shook his slightly sore arm and complained to the thin man wearing a gold-rimmed cowboy hat in front of him.
“Although the employer came to us with this contract, the price was too good to refuse.”
“But I still miss the past business in Valoran. Let’s go We have been to the City of Progress, and also to its uglier and more miserable sister city.”
“We have also been to the distant Kingdom of Demacia, stealing the collections of nobles, and selling a large amount of gold coins. .”
"But you still want to come back and have a look."
The thin man fiddled with the cards in his hand and said casually.
“I can’t imagine that we are really back.” The strong man wiped away the water stains on his beard.
“The last time I came here, things were a little heated.”
“Miss Fortune Sarah played us around, me, you, Gangplank, etc. all involved ”
"No one has ever dared to confront that lunatic like her, and even the people and the boat were blown up."
When it comes to his interest, the strong man is beaming and dancing.
“Everyone in Bilgewater was watching at that time. We sat in the front row and feasted our eyes on it. Our survival was all due to shit luck.”
“Hmph, I took you away. "
The thin man raised his head, took out the three cards in his hand, and danced them between his fingers.
Thinking of what happened before, he was a little dissatisfied with Sarah, but he had to admit that she was pretty awesome at being able to accomplish such a big thing.
The sturdy man looked at Bilgewater in the distance, his eyes flashing with excitement.
“I heard that in Bilgewater now, she is taking the lead. The captain who does not follow the rules is so submissive and goes to see the bottom of Bilgewater Bay.”
“ Malcolm, can you be serious? We have veered off course." Upon hearing this, Graves glared at Drizzt in front of him.
He was so tired that he was sweating profusely, but this little bastard sat comfortably on the bow of the boat and played with his cards.
Looks like a Demacian master lying down with cards flying in his hand.
"If you want to switch with me, please give me orders at any time, sir." Graves said viciously.
“No.”
Drizzt shook his head and refused, placing the three cards face down on the barrel in front of him.
"Busy!"
"Besides, don't think that I don't know, you didn't put in much effort at all."
Graves was a little embarrassed, feeling that his little trick didn't seem to work.
Drizzt was right, the current in the Sea of Watchers pushed their wooden boat farther south, saving a lot of energy.
But Graves looked at the lazy Drizzt, still indignant.
However, he did not continue to make noise, but turned back to confirm his position.
Now their wooden captain is passing through a dense forest of sharp rocks, like daggers rising from the sea.
Of course, the rocks out of the sea are not a problem.
Sailing a boat is like picking up a fight, and the invisible sharp knife is the real killer.
Graves recognized the rocky sea area in front of him as the 'Widow Maker'.
They are close to Bilgewater Bay and have claimed dozens of hunting boats over the years.
Looking around the sea, you can still see the wreckage of many ships that ran aground on the rocks.
The broken mast was embedded in the middle of the reef, the broken wooden boards were spinning with the whirlpool, and the rotten climbing net was entangled on the sharp top of the reef.
“These fools.”
Graves muttered.
Most of the wreckage is attributed to those captains who were too stupid to pay to hire the Baru tribe's roguespeakers to pilot them into the harbor.
Graves was very confident in his own level and drove the wooden ship into the range of the 'Widow Maker'.
The name of this dilapidated wooden boat is the Fearless. He must admit that although they just met a few hours ago, he has become more and more fond of her.
Drizzt paid no attention to Graves' soliloquy.
He turned over the three cards on the barrel in front of him in turn, frowning, then took them back into his hand and shuffled them again.
Graves saw the change in Drizzt's expression and realized that the result of the card draw just now did not seem to be good.
Pop!
A handful of cold water hit Drizzt in the face.
He stopped shuffling the cards and immediately raised his head to glare at Graves.
“Can you be more careful?”
"Sorry." Graves shrugged his shoulders in apology and continued paddling.
Of course he can be careful.
But he couldn't stand the way Drizzt believed in fate.
Drizzt took off his gold-rimmed cowboy hat and wiped his face.
After wiping it off, he glared at Graves again, put his hat back on, and lowered the brim.
Graves suppressed the evil smile on his face and submerged an oar deeply into the water.
This time he was very relieved of his hatred, and he splashed it on the side of Drizzt's face impartially.
"Damn it, Lady Luck, please open your eyes."
Drizzt spoke sharply, looked at Graves, put a finger into his ear and pulled it out hard.
“You did this on purpose.”
"Haha, I couldn't help it."
Graves laughed. "You yourself, dressing up so well, wearing expensive coats, and taking a bath once a week, awakened my vicious side."
Dizzt stood up angrily, He held out a finger towards Graves.
But such a big movement directly caused the Fearless to shake violently.
Upon seeing this, Drizzt immediately sat down, holding both sides of the boat with his hands, a look of panic on his face.
Even though he loves stinky beauty so much, at this moment, all his coolness and calmness were thrown into the sea.
Graves laughed heartily.
As a river wanderer, Drizzt has lived in Bilgewater for most of his life, but he still can't swim.
Hearing the laughter in his ears, Drizzt took a deep breath and looked at Graves with angry eyes. His fragrant and oiled hair was now like seaweed, sticking wet to his forehead.
"You idiot!"
Graves pretended not to hear and continued to paddle.
After a while, the third bell rang from the port of Bilgewater.
“We’re here.”
Dizzt looked at the port of Bilgewater, just around the corner, and played his cards again.
In the vast sea area of the Watcher's Sea, there is a very special sea area.
Because it is located at the intersection of the Noxus Empire, the Ionian Islands and the Blue Flame Islands, it has become a complex area where various forces are intertwined.
And now, in this unattended sea area, a naval battle is taking place.
Artillery fire intertwined and smoke filled the air.
On the turbulent sea, a fleet of dark ships was retreating steadily, and the crimson flag representing the Noxus Empire was badly damaged.
It was under heavy fire from pirate ships, each shelling leaving deep scars on the ship.
The soldiers of the Noxus Empire on the ship fought hard to resist.
But in the face of the powerful firepower of the pirate ship, their resistance seemed so weak.
In the diffuse artillery fire, the soldiers fell one after another, and the deck was stained red with blood.
The pirate ship looked powerful, as if it was going to completely destroy the ships of the Noxus Empire.
Their laughter and cheers echoed in the sea breeze, full of desire for victory.
After the cup of tea.
The Noxian Empire's ships are parked on the sea.
The pirates boarded the dilapidated deck one after another to enjoy the fruits of victory.
Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta!
Heavy footsteps sounded inside the pirate ship, accompanied by scoldings.
A Noxian officer covered in blood was dragged forcefully by the pirates to the captain's residence.
At the end of the dim corridor, an extremely painful scream came from behind a wooden door.
The Noxian officer recognized the owner of the voice as his adjutant.
The wails echoed throughout the claustrophobic belly of the huge, black warship, and each crew member could clearly hear it.
"Don't worry, we'll be here soon."
The pirate beside him held the Noxian officer's shoulder, signaling him not to panic.
Then they stopped in front of the door, raised their hands and knocked on the door.
After a while, a strong thug with a broad-bladed scimitar on his back and a face full of tattoos opened the door.
The Noxian officer immediately saw the adjutant on the ground who was completely lifeless.
"Tell me, when will the next supply ship of the Noxus Empire pass by this sea area?"
Hearing the cold questioning, the Noxian officer turned his head and looked at the only person sitting in the field. The tall and tall figure.
This is a middle-aged man with a majestic figure and a beard, with thick muscles on his neck and shoulders like a bull.
His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his blood-soaked forearms, and his red cloak and three-cornered hat hung beside him.
“Bah!”
The Noxian officer spat blood on the ground, raised his head, and looked at this guy without fear.
“Another Noxian quarrel.”
The captain stood up, drew out the scimitar from his waist, and walked up to the Noxian officer.
He squatted down, thrust his scimitar into the Noxian officer's abdomen, and turned it several times.
“Ah, you damn pirates, wait for the empire’s revenge.”
Blood foamed from the Noxian officer's mouth as he cursed feebly.
The captain smiled very contemptuously, drew out his machete, and threw the dying man away.
The thick armor collided together, and blood soaked the ground.
The ship stood up and left, crossed the corridor, and came to the deck.
The wind is like thunder and the gunpowder is like fog.
The black ships and pirate ships of the Noxian Empire were tied together with ropes and grappling hooks.
He looked at the Noxian soldiers on the deck, with a flash of satisfaction in his heart.
These guys are much stronger than the pirates they want to recruit.
“This ship is mine now.”
The captain roared loudly, his loud voice drowning out the howling sea wind.
"Is anyone dissatisfied?"
A Noxian soldier stared at the pirate captain on the deck, his resolute face covered with blood witch tattoos.
"We are the Sons of Noxus," he roared.
“We would rather die happily than let ourselves fall into the hands of someone like you!”
The captain frowned upon hearing this and looked at the other Noxian soldiers. , shrugged his shoulders.
"In that case, then"
He showed a cruel smile to his crew.
“Kill all the people!”
“Sink the ship!”
(End of this chapter)