Chapter 695: Chapter 687 Captain Jack Sparrow Chapter 695: Chapter 687 Captain Jack Sparrow “…” Muria fell silent for a moment, and then abruptly changed the subject, “What happened to the original captain of this fleet?”

“He’s dead.” The first mate of the ghost ship responded sorrowfully before suddenly perceiving the liches, who had hidden their aura, standing behind Muria. The soul fire within the skeletal skull instantly flared up. “Captain, are these the new crew you brought?”

Muria glanced back at the liches behind him and nodded, “Yes, indeed. I’ve come to staff the crew. I’ve heard that our fleet suffered heavy losses, so I brought some undead to supplement.”

“Captain, our loss is not just heavy!” Speaking of the battle damages, the first mate of the ghost ship lamented to Muria. “We were almost annihilated. Our fleet originally had thirteen ships; now, only five remain. With me included, the number of surviving crewmen is less than a hundred.

“Captain, despite how intact this ship beneath our feet might seem, before the battle, it was three hundred and twenty-two meters long. Now it’s a little over one hundred meters. The rest of the hull was damaged beyond repair and it’s shrunk to this size after the repairs.”

“…” Muria twitched at the corners of his mouth. Fortunately, he wasn’t a newly appointed real captain. Otherwise, he would be livid. If a human legion was battered to this degree, it would likely have its number removed. But the ghost ship lost two-thirds of its hull yet managed to self-heal. It was indeed a ship he coveted.

“What did you guys go through?” Muria asked curiously. “In any case, these ghost ships belong to Barbosa’s command, how come they were damaged so severely?”

“We followed orders on a patrol to an underground river but unfortunately ran into a team of priests from the surface, leading to a conflict. Unbelievably, there was a Red-clothed Grand Archbishop in their team, and that’s why we ended up in this state. Our captain was purified on the spot,” the grieving first mate explained.

“If I hadn’t fled fast enough, none of these ships would have made it. The remaining ships and crew would have been purified.”

“So, you are a deserter?” Muria nodded, finally finding a suitable cause. “Where are the second and third mates of this ship? Have them report to me.”

“They are all dead, all the captains and first mates died in battle. I am the only one left,” the tattered first mate answered, “Only a few crewmen survived.”

“You’ve done well. Because you deserted in the face of an enemy, you’re demoted. You are now the third mate.” Muria casually demoted his position from first mate to third mate.

“Who will be the first and second mate?”

“He is the first mate.” Muria turned and pointed to Michaela standing behind him, and then pointed to a figure cloaked in black armor with his face obscured, radiating a smoky Death Qi, Ilves, “He is the second mate. From now on, you must follow their orders. Understood?”

“Understood.” The undead, suddenly demoted to the third mate simply for being at odds with the newcomer, whispered his response. He could sense the strong Death Qi from the golden figure standing in front of him. Although he lacks worldly knowledge, he knew what the pure Death Qi implied within his golden armor.

“Oh right, I forgot to ask. What’s your name?”

“Reporting to the captain, my name’s Gibbs. May I ask, what is your, Captain’s name?”

“My name is,” Muria paused for a moment, suddenly recalling the name of a famous pirate captain. Even though it was a fictional name, he didn’t think it would hurt to use it. “Jack Sparrow. You can call me Captain Sparrow from now on.”

“So, Captain Sparrow, should we start recruiting new crew members? We hardly have enough crew members to steer the remaining five ships.” The third mate, Gibbs, reported.

“Hmm, indeed. Do you have any good suggestions?” Muria, who knew nothing about seafaring, asked on a whim.

“I suggest we head to Blackstone Harbor to recruit crewmen. The undead you brought are not enough to steer the remaining ships,” Gibbs replied.

“Haha!” Muria and the liches behind him burst into laughter upon hearing this. Any of the liches behind him could summon an undead legion in the millions. To them, the number of the undead was a laughing matter. Of course, if we consider only intelligent undead, the number drops to a hundredth. But even so, it was more than enough to staff the remaining five ships.

“What are you laughing at?” Gibbs was perplexed.

“Nothing much, Blackstone Harbor?” Muria’s eyes flickered for a moment, thinking of certain rules among pirates, then made a decision, “We will go to Blackstone Harbor now.”

“Well, Captain Sparrow, may I ask how many low-level Wraith Coins you have brought? Without enough Wraith Coins, we can’t even get the ship moving.” Gibbs asked cautiously.

Muria looked at Gibbs skeptically. The third officer, sensing Muria’s stare, gradually regain his consciousness. He hurriedly explained,
“The vengeful spirits that bound the Ghost Ship have been depleted almost entirely in the previous battle. Moreover, with the repair of the ship, the remaining vengeful spirits are far from enough to move the ship. So, we need to replenish. Otherwise, we can only rely on the Ghost Ship’s instinct to capture vengeful spirits from the sea water. If so, the ship would take at least a year to recover its previous power.”

“Is it a big problem just to get moving, I wonder? But I don’t know where Blackstone Harbor is. Can you point out the direction for me?” Muria was looking out at the dark sea around her, “I assume that as a former strong deputy of this fleet, you should have some navigational skills.”

Gibbs stiffened. He finally noticed something was wrong. How could undead living in the Sea of the Dead not know where Blackstone Harbor is? This is the largest and most bustling harbor in the Sea of the Dead, as well as the biggest gold-selling cave and supply station.

“I know.” Gibbs looked at Muria again, Muria stood stern and terrifying in her golden armor, exuding a strong death qi. Standing close to him, one could feel a sense of oppression, giving him a kind of desire to respect, submit, and worship. This was due to the effect of the Necromancer’s Skeleton.

The origins of these guys in front of him were more problematic than he had imagined. Who would the bosses send as a captain? These ships were all private property of the captains. Lord Barbosa didn’t manage them at all. In his previous situation, the only outcome was to be swallowed up by other pirate captains. But the arrival of Muria, he took as a life-saving straw, regardless of the fact, he submitted first.

Gibbs didn’t need to know who Muria was, he just needed to know that Muria was a very powerful Undead. According to the rules set by the great undead pirate king Barbosa, any undead can become a captain, as long as they can gain the recognition of all the undead on the ship.

With the current strength of the Ghost Ships, even if Gibbs could bring the ship back to Blackstone Harbor, it wouldn’t be able to protect the Ghost Ships with its own strength. The ships could only be swallowed by other strong captains. He would not be a first officer or a second officer, and he might not even able to be an ordinary crew member. Even worse, he might be forced to merge into the Ghost Ship, providing power for the Undead Ship year-round.

Next, under the command of Muria, who didn’t realize he had been taken as a lifeline, a weak Lich waved his bone staff and raised a wind of death qi. With a spell, he led five Ghost Ships towards Blackstone Harbor as directed by Gibbs…

“This is the Sea of ​​the Dead, the legendary one?” Muria frowned and stood on the figurehead of the Ghost Ship. She found it somewhat unbelievable. At this moment, the Ghost Ship had been sailing for nearly two hours, but so far, she had not seen even the shadow of the so-called Blackstone Harbor. Feeling Gibbs’ normal spiritual fluctuations next to her, she understood that this was a normal phenomenon.

“Is the Ghost Sea so absurdly large? Is it really Barbosa’s Semi-Plane?” With just a rough estimation, Muria could judge that so far, they had traveled in a straight line for more than 200 kilometers. This distance might not matter in the Main World, but for a Semi-Plane, it seemed a bit outrageously humongous.

“After all, it’s a powerful Lich with a ten thousand year heritage. This level of complexity is nothing!” said Ilves, wearing black armor and a black knight costume, casually.

“Don’t pretend to be all-knowing in front of me. Can you tell me, have you ever seen a Semi-Plane larger than the Ghost Sea?”

“If we’re only considering the distance we’ve covered so far, several Semi-Planes in my Cloud City are not smaller than this one.” Michaela, wearing white jade armor, joined the spiritual link between Muria and Irvicester, very honestly.

“But those Semi-Planes, you must leverage Cloud City to control them, while the Sea of ​​the Dead is a Semi-Plane that the undead captain Barbosa integrated with himself, truly mastering it.”

“Such a large Semi-Plane, there must be a problem. It should only expand to such a large area under special circumstances. Therefore, Barbosa certainly cannot perfectly control it. Our successful infiltration without encountering any targeted forces proves that.”

Ilves replied casually, “So as long as we don’t make too much noise, we won’t be discovered.”

…

“Yo, Isn’t this David Martin’s fleet? How did it end up looking this miserable? Now there are only a few broken ships left.”

Suddenly a sound of schadenfreude came over the Soul Sound. In Muria’s field of vision, a Ghost Fleet composed of 15 Ghost Ships appeared within her soul sense. This fleet was spread out in a semicircular shape, encroaching on their five small ships.

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