Black Sail
Chapter 249: CCXLIX. Dawn and Narcissus

Chapter 249: CCXLIX. Dawn and Narcissus

From public funds, 1,400 Golden Dragons were allocated, leaving 700 Golden Dragons remaining.

To purchase two forty-meter-long warships, each equipped with thirty-six cannons.

One was named "Dawn Breaker."

The other was called "Daffodil."

SS Fuma Keqing Revenge itself had thirty-six cannons and added seventy-two more, evolving into its full form. With the proper weight distribution, it would now be a full combat vessel, capable of carrying cargo, but only a little.

Among these, eight hundred Golden Dragons were spent on the ships, and six hundred on the cannons, without any odd amounts because they were all purchased at a flat rate.

If they were thirty-two-pound cannons, buying so many wouldn’t be possible with six hundred Golden Dragons, so a mix of twenty-four-pound and twelve-pound cannons were also included.

They were now docked at Taylor’s private pier, ready for inspection immediately.

At four o’clock in the afternoon.

After the inspection was complete, the two newly purchased ships were already moored on the public harbor, not needing to approach the pier since there was no cargo to unload.

The cannons were also in working order.

Pirates were a species mad for women, and the figurehead of a ship was an important symbol with significant emblematic value; damn it, both ships had female bronze statues, which was really something.

The Black Sail Pirates had already left Taylor’s home, as their collaboration talks had not completely broken down, but had not fully collapsed either. Taylor insisted on waiting until the party the following evening to make his final decision.

He also indicated that now was the best opportunity to kill Doringger, as the New Continent had too many variables, and in a lifetime there might be only one chance, which had to be seized.

Selling ships and cannons to him, leaving a trail, also served as a strong incentive for Liszt.

In any case, the attitude was still ambiguous, without any clear commitment.

Of course, Liszt could use despicable methods, inviting Tani and himself to the party, which would finalize everything, but upon reflection, using a woman made him seem foolish.

He needed to think of another despicable strategy to tie Taylor and himself together. Actually, the other two fence leaders were not considered by Liszt; at least Old Deng was half a father-in-law.

On the sea, celestial light shimmered, casting a golden sheen across the rippling water.

Liszt’s newly purchased ships were both brigantines, each equipped with official goods, unlike other assorted pirates with ships around twenty to thirty meters long, using inferior homemade cannons; they weren’t on the same level.

The three large ships clustered together constituted a force that could not be ignored.

"Damn, it’s really become a fleet now, the Black Sail Fleet!"

On the Daffodil, Rein hopped around inspecting the new ship, finding no faults. Taylor was meticulous; basic cleaning and sanitation were well-handled, storerooms were stocked with sails, rigging, some oil, and the ship log was handed over as well.

Dawn Breaker, needless to say, was in a similar condition.

However, the old shipwright Haywood still noticed some repair marks, but they were not significant, just minor injuries, which were inevitable when drifting at sea.

The repair work was exquisite; after cleaning, it looked almost like a new ship.

Now calling Liszt Captain seemed somewhat inappropriate, although he was still acting as the captain of SS Fuma Keqing Revenge, another name would be more apt, naturally that of the Black Sail Pirates...

"Captain, what are you doing, Captain!"

Rein shouted out the ominous new title.

January 1st.

Liszt’s face twisted into a bitter grimace, it’s New Year’s Day, you’re playing tricks on me, turning me into a veteran commander on stage, damn it!

Fearing a chorus of "The Flower of Hope" might start to play.

Although he appeared tough, he was actually under immense pressure, and the 50,000 Golden Dragons were merely funds for assassinating people, forcing him on a desperate path with no return.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Liszt continuously reloaded and fired his firearm madly at the sea surface.

"What the hell, my marksmanship is pretty accurate, as long as I don’t stop, the road will keep extending!"

Liszt put down his firearm.

Fen looked as sour as a lemon, this time things might actually be screwed.

"We need... to kill Doringger right."

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in his ears.

Haywood fell from the sky like a manly deity, leaping a distance of fifty or sixty meters from the deck of Dawn Breaker, drawing a red sandy trajectory in the air as if defying the laws of gravity, and landed smoothly without creating a dent.

Liszt stared dumbly at Haywood, Fen was also stunned. Was this something a human could do? No... Haywood himself was a demon.

A massive enigma arose in Fen’s heart. Could that small piece of Destruction Material really achieve this? With no relevant documentation, Fen could not understand.

Haywood knew that he would be discovered eventually, so he might as well show himself, give a preventative shot, and devise a more targeted strategy to exploit this power, as after all, he was a bit smarter than schemers like Liszt and Fen.

"I will kill Doringger and help you ascend to the position of East Sea King."

Haywood needed to accomplish two things right now since the Demon God had used His Great Power to pierce through the boundless void and had granted him the Annihilation Element to squander freely.

The lifespan of Demon God was infinite, but the campaign was not, and some matters were better handled sooner than later.

The first was finding a place to hide; Heaven Port and Black Sail were undoubtedly the best choices. The second was the information network; the maps from the island’s information traders were useless. A massive organizational structure was needed to collect the information required by Da Gun... to subjugate... Eternity!

"Eternity and Time... Dragon."

Liszt paused for a moment, it was less of an erection and more of an erection.

"I called you ’Brother Hai’! Do you remember? Six years ago, when I met you, you were alone and helpless on that uninhabited island. I defied all opposition, risked the recalcitrant winds, and rallied against the excommunication from the Church and madmen to get you on board! Brother, I am your... foster parent!"

He was no longer considering the so-called double shares, saying anything to overcome the present crisis was good, each arguing his case, I call you ’bro’, you call me ’dad’, that’s not too much, right?

Liszt played the emotional card, Fen squinted, he had insight into every person on the ship, only speaking of loyalty, undoubtedly, Haywood was the highest and the most upright person on the ship without a doubt, the mediator of all previous internal conflicts, yet now who could tell, his temperament might have greatly changed, another unstable factor.

Fen hated unstable factors, if possible, both Morison and Haywood, it would be best if they were ghouls without their own consciousness. Now that the scale was ever-increasing, it was not fully under control and might capsize at any moment.

"Uh..."

Haywood was speechless, Liszt had completely integrated over these years.

Liszt released a long breath but still could not get an answer to his question; could he really confront Doringger? It was not just about fighting; people at this level needed to be capable of "playing the long game."

Sometimes, the duel is not about force but about capacity.

Now the message had been sent out, Black Sail would manage the trade route to the New Continent, regrets were useless, and the dinner tomorrow night was a must-attend.

It would be a venture into tiger mountain.

Let’s see if you’re a real tiger or a paper tiger, Doringger.

"If this succeeds, we will really ride the world and roam the Four Seas!"

Liszt’s expression gradually became cold and sinister, a plan forming in his mind. Great achievements care not for trifling details; it was also time to find leverage on Doringger or his subordinates, confronting him head-on would be foolish.