Assassin’s Adventure

12 November 1715 sunny weather

It has been ten days since we last docked. According to the current speed, we may reach Nassau in the afternoon. Along the way, we have heard rumors about the pirate republic. The pirates want to maintain their own free land to fight against the coming of British colonists.

The chaos in Nassau has been going on for too long, and London is ready to send powerful warships, regular troops to clear it all up, and officially establish the port of Nassau under the rule of the British Empire.

Pirates were about to lose their biggest soil, a port for supplies and loot, and most importantly, Nassau was stuck between the West Indies and European trade routes, allowing them to earn more money to splurge.

As for the other pirate port, Tortuga, there are still so many pirates that can't be raised there.

I heard another piece of news on the way, and it was precisely because of this incident that the Pirate Republic could be so rampant and unscrupulous—the war was coming.

The conflict in the El Dorado has caused the two countries that have reached a fragile ceasefire agreement to have a tendency to fight again. The British fleet in the entire Caribbean Sea has recently begun to move, and Spain is no exception. No one is paying more attention to a small pirate republic.

"captain?"

The sudden shout interrupted Gordon's recording of his log, and when he looked up, he saw David with a head sticking through the crack of the door.

"What's the matter?"

Gordon closed his log and looked at David, which should never be revealed to the crew.

"We can already see the port."

David's tone of voice was a little fearful, because he could see a lot of ships moored in the shallow bay of the port, no doubt they were all pirate ships.

"I see." Gordon nodded, then signaled that he understood, the pirates of Nassau couldn't do anything to destroy their future.

"Sir, why are we here?"

"kindness?"

"I mean, we don't have any reason to be here. We don't need supplies, we don't need to buy more supplies, we don't need to **** any ships..."

"Mr. David, I understand."

Gordon's answer made David, who had finally summoned the courage to ask, stammered a little, so he could only nod his head: "Sir, I'll leave first..."

"Wait." Gordon stopped him suddenly, and then thought for a moment: "Help me find out if there is a two-masted Galen ship in the bay. If possible, this ship is also called the Jackdaw."

"Ok sir."

Although David didn't understand Gordon's inexplicable orders, he resolutely implemented them.

Gordon was alone in the captain's room, thinking about everything he knew.

Edward, James, and Kenway should come to Nassau Harbor in September this year to join the so-called Pirate Republic. It was not until March of the following year that they were ready to attack a battleship of the Paladins. During this time, Edward is most likely in the harbor.

The original plan was to go directly to Tulum, but it turned out that there was no Tulum in the navigation map at all, and the island was not officially marked and named.

As the Holy Land of Assassins, only the Assassins know the location map of Tulum. For example, Duncan, who defected, has Tulum's route map. If he doesn't want to find a needle in a haystack, he must find an Assassin, or someone who has seen the map, such as Edward , Kenway.

After clearing his thoughts, Gordon pushed open the door and walked out, then summoned all the slaves.

"When you board this ship, you are free people. I need twenty people to fill the gap for sailors, and the others can leave at will after we dock." Having said this, Gordon paused, his eyes Glancing at the hopeful gazes below, these slaves' desire for freedom has reached a frenzy and is about to become a reality.

But Nassau is not as good as they imagined. In this lawless place, in the hands of this mercenary pirate, can these slaves really be spared? Like meat walking in front of a vicious dog.

"Gentlemen, I must remind you that Nassau...is not the paradise you imagined."

"So what, we have nothing to lose."

A burly black slave boy answered loudly, no one here is an idiot, but they have no way out. If you don't want to continue being a slave, you have to.

Gordon nodded and said nothing, though from his point of view the men were undoubtedly going from one fire pit to another. Become cannon fodder in the hands of pirates, perhaps not as long as a slave.

"I wish you good luck, is there anyone willing to stay?"

Only a few of the black slaves below raised their hands, and most of them were almost completely focused on the port they were about to arrive at. Eleven Asians raised their hands completely.

"Fourteen people in total, welcome to join my ship."

Gordon just nodded. Until now, the slaves had never known the ship's real name.

Watching the disbanding of the crowd below, Gordon also silently leaned against the boathouse in a daze, and the interface of animus began to appear in his eyes.

Rescue Mission: Rescue the Royal Fortress slaves.

Mission Difficulty: One Star

Quest reward: Materials 100. Silver 200

Rating: C

task completed

"Tsk tsk, really animus are mocking me."

Quest evaluation C, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Gordon even has reason to believe that C is the lowest score, because even he himself thinks that this thing is too bad, all kinds of loopholes, mistakes, it is really **** his own , otherwise he would have died at gunpoint.

"Captain, I see the Jackdaw, another one!"

At this time, David's voice finally woke Gordon, and then quickly looked over.

In the direction of David's finger, it was docked in the sea to the west. Gordon pulled out the telescope and saw the ship that he was extremely familiar with, the real Jackdaw.

The tattered sails, and the large holes pierced by the cannonballs suggested that the ship had just been in the battle, perhaps even an hour or two earlier than they had been in port.

"Edward, it's time to meet you."

A smile appeared on Gordon's face. The last time he parted from Havana, the peasant's son, the protagonist's halo exploded, relying on a pair of machetes to beat the assassins to retreat, even he did not dare to approach, I don't know how much he has grown now.

"We'll stop here, let the boat go over there!"

"Yes Captain!"

"Prepare to drop anchor, put up the sails, and drag the boats out! Quick!"

"Prepare to drop anchor, open the deck..."

"Yes, sir!"

With a long cry, the Jackdaw gradually stopped in the sea, and the seven small boats were placed on the sea and moved towards the location of the pier.

Outside the pub, Edward, Kenway, Edward the Blackbeard, Thatch, and some handsome William and Kidd sat together, drinking rum.

This high platform can clearly see all the conditions in the bay, including the newly arrived Jackdaw.

"Nice boat!" Edward said, taking a slow sip of his rum.

"Nice boat!" Blackbeard also glanced at it and commented.