I Refused To Be Reincarnated
Chapter 495: The Sea’s Most Unexpected Cleaning Crew

Chapter 495: The Sea’s Most Unexpected Cleaning Crew

A moment later, the crew lined behind him as he proudly stood on the bow, the sea’s wind whipping his clothes and his eyes fixed on the horizon.

He pointed his fingers towards the vast expense, anticipation rushing through his soul as he commanded.

"To Skullcove! We attack any ship we see on the way!"

"Y-Yeeeh!"

The crew members raised their shaky fists and offered a convictionless shout, unsure how to react when faced with the powerful brat’s excitement. They threw subtle glances at their captain, seeking advice and still wondering why it happened to them.

"Don’t look at me, and don’t provoke him for the next three days," the captain whispered, his lips twisted in worry.

Then, his face paled in terror as he remembered why they spent time on the coast.

"We’ll cross a military fleet from the Aurora kingdom if we depart today. They have three ships filled with acolytes, apprentices, and a few mages, a veritable nightmare for us. Let’s set sail after the way’s clear tomorrow."

However, Adam shoved his finger again, his voice echoing his confidant posture.

"I said we attack any ship on the way. Remove the anchor and see how I take care of these bastards!"

Lips stretching into a cruel smile, he clenched his fists, ready to seize the opportunity to punish the foolish arcanist who dared send her goons after him.

He lept down, grabbed the sweating captain by the arm, and dragged him to the steering wheel.

Once he placed him behind, the captain gathered his courage and spoke as his men unfurled the sails and pulled the anchor reluctantly.

"We’re not fighting on land, sir. That old tub will sink the second they bombard it with spells and their magic cannons!"

The captain pointed at the splintered mast and the yellowed sails torn in several places. Then, at the cracking deck covered in dirt, the five old cannons lining its sides and the almost empty cannon ball racks.

He nodded, agreeing with the man’s words. This ship and its captain looked nothing like the Crimson Tempest and the professional Flintwaters. But it didn’t matter so long as he had a bit of fun and reached his destination.

"Stay out of range when we see them. I’ll take care of everything and prepare a small gift for you."

His smirk enlarged as the sailor on the lookout yelled that nothing prevented their departure.

The captain barked his command, conflicting emotions twisting his face in worry, fear, and a surprising sense of excitement.

After the brat’s display on the shore, he knew he was powerful, and the confidence he displayed added to his prestigious status as a mage. Yet, Adam’s age worried him.

Even as an unremarkable pirate captain, he knew the older a mage was, the more potent his spells were. So, what fueled the boy’s confidence? Was he another fool who overestimated the sea’s dangers because of a few minor accomplishments?

He didn’t know. But he was sure about one thing: The boy held his life in his hands. Therefore, he manoeuvred the ship and departed, leaving the coast’s golden sand behind and charging towards doom or salvation.

The waves rocked the cracking wood, creating a symphony of natural noises as the crew raised the ship’s dark flag adorned with a laughing skull chugging rum.

Like a spear, it cut through the water for six tense hours, during which the crew did the unthinkable. Under Adam’s commands... they cleaned the deck until its planks sparkled.

"You sea rats! Do you want to die of sickness? Always clean your living space! Restock fruits and vegetables in Skullcove before your teeth fall down!"

He roared, genuine anger pursing his lips and fueling his accusatory tone.

Why did he have to teach them the basics when he was a mage?

’Now that I think about it, it was the same with Flintwaters. Those fools dream about riches but forget their most precious asset: their bodies.’

A disdainful grimace stretched the corner of his lips as he snorted.

As they gazed at him as if he were the strict mother they had fled in their younger days, the lookout roared words they never wanted to hear.

"Three frigates ahead! They spotted us and are veering in our direction!"

He rushed to the rail, leaning over it and spotting the Aurora kingdom’s flag fluttering in the salty wind.

’Losing a few mages enraged you, Aurora? I want to see your reaction when you lose three fully equipped frigates and their crews. I bet it’ll be heavenly.’

A grin stretching his lips, he turned to the sweating captain.

"Wait for me, I’ll be back in what? Five minutes?"

With those words, he vanished from the crew’s trembling eyes, the only trace of his presence, the clean deck and thunder boom reverberating in their ears.

Meanwhile, the wind whipped against his red coat, a rush of exhilaration shaking his soul as he crashed on the first frigate.

Dust rose on the broken deck, alerting the two mages and many lowered-tiered practitioners.

"Arm the magical cannons and cast wind spells into the sails. We’re almost in range."

A woman wearing a blue uniform adorned with white straps and a heavy medal representing her admiral rank roared. She drew her crystalline wand, mana dancing at its tip as she jumped by the fuming hole to assess the damage’s extent, full of worries. A direct hit to the powder’s barrels would be a catastrophe she couldn’t let happen.

Before she could understand anything from her leaning position, a gale blasted towards her slender neck and a sparkling flash of silver registered in her spinning vision.

Then, she understood in pure terror at the last second before her brain shut down. Someone had beheaded her.

As her body collapsed like a stringless puppet, Adam’s figure appeared, and his commanding voice thundered.

"Whoever isn’t part of the Aurora kingdom, hide. The rest, to rest in peace once I’m done with you."

Before the well-dressed sailors’ constricting pupils, he counted to five before disappearing.

"ARGH!"

Agonising screams reverberated for a brief minute, and the noise of bodies colliding with the deck’s planks reverberated in the calm sea.

Like a storm of wood and metal, he reaped the lives of anyone not hiding in a flash, painting the wood a bright scarlet glistening under the sun and dripping into the sea.