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Chapter One: Jerry's Knife

On a gloomy afternoon in September 1714, a cool breeze swept across the Caribbean Sea.

Beneath rolling dark clouds, a small sluice boat, its tiny triangular sail billowing,
sailed into the heart-pounding depths of the waves.

Behind it, the massive "Dawn" pointed its tall mast straight to the sky, its black skull and crossbones flag
fluttering slowly in the wind. Further away, the "Poseidon" and "Raider," due to their distance, appeared only
half the size of the "Dawn." The pirate flags on both ships were almost indistinguishable.

　　On the nearly 14-meter-long boat were six men and two chests tied with ropes.
Four ragged sailors, dressed in rags, rowed furiously in the middle of the boat; they were prisoners captured by the "Dawn" a few days earlier during its raid
. Now, they rowed nervously and silently, occasionally letting out a labored "huff."

Half an hour later, the top of the mast of the "Dawn" was no longer visible. The small boat sailed alone on
the dark sea.

The man sitting at the bow had a fierce appearance; a sailor's towel of indeterminate color was tied around his head
, and his dirty Pulpovan jacket was open, revealing a thick layer of golden chest hair beneath. A long
knife was sheathed in his hand, held across his thick, stump-like thigh.

This young, strong, burly, and menacing-looking fellow was the
first mate of the "Dawn," Captain Paul Len, the infamous Jerry Yarman, a ruthless killer. His cold, indifferent gaze frequently
swept over the rowers, instilling fear in them, who dared not meet his eyes.

The tall, thin Captain Paul was at the stern, helming the boat and skillfully maneuvering
the triangular sail to compensate for the insufficient power of the four oars, propelling the small boat forward. His long, black hair
was simply and stylishly tied back with a ribbon. His tanned face was framed by narrow, narrow eyes that squinted as he calmly
observed the wind direction. His arms, muscular and powerful, gripped the sails.

He was the infamous pirate captain "Black Pol,"
as famous as his ship, the "Dawn," armed with 32 cannons. Brave, fearless, and ruthless, he struck fear into the hearts of all merchant ships on the Caribbean coast
.

The two chests on the ship contained the treasure he and Jerry had plundered over the past two months. Captain Pol was
a fair leader; under his supervision, the spoils of each raid
were divided among the 40 crew members according to a set ratio. He, as the leader, received four shares, Jerry three, the cook, doctor, helmsman, and boatswain
received two, and the others one. Everyone willingly followed him, braving battles and
risking their lives for hefty rewards.

Often, after accumulating what they considered enough wealth, some sailors would leave to buy
land in the Bahamas or Jamaica, marry a woman, and live a peaceful life in anonymity. But others
would return, partly for the thrills of sea life, but more importantly, for
more money.

Because of Captain Paul's excellent reputation in the trade, more people joined him than left. This
led to a continuous increase in his manpower and fueled his ambition.

As his wealth grew, he buried his gold and jewels. He and Jerry usually buried
the treasure chest together. Jerry was incredibly brave in battle, with almost no enemy able to stand against him. However, his
seamanship was abysmal; discussing currents and directions with him was like talking to a brick wall. Therefore, Jerry had
to beg him to bury and safeguard their money together.

A year ago, Jerry was discharged from the navy for disobeying orders. When he arrived in Port Royal
, dejected, Paul took him in. His bravery in combat quickly earned him a promotion to first mate. Paul treated him
like a brother.

This Scottish man had a quarter Germanic blood flowing through his veins.
His deep-set, iron-grey eyes gleamed with an unbridled wildness, and when he grinned, large
, white front teeth were revealed.

After sailing for over an hour, the horizon remained a straight line. But Paul
sensed they were nearing their destination. He calculated the time, carefully observed the currents, and frequently
raised his arm to feel the wind direction, adjusting the sail angle accordingly.

After the oarsmen had rowed nearly 200 more strokes, sure enough, a dark spot appeared on the sea to the right,
growing larger and gradually taking shape. It was a desolate island, seemingly only a few miles in circumference
.

"It's almost dark. Pull harder, you bunch of filthy rats! Anyone who slacks off, I'll break their
back with this knife!" Jerry roared in a gruff voice, banging the hull of his knife against the side of the boat.

Paul, sweating profusely, was maneuvering the sails, and the imperious Jerry seemed to be scolding him
as well. Paul sighed inwardly and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

Often, he had no choice but to tolerate this arrogant and impolite good brother. He tightened the sails and
adjusted the rudder. The small boat, propelled by the rowers' vigorous strokes and the wind, sped towards the island.

This island was one of hundreds of unnamed islets in the Lesser Antilles, located north of Venezuela
. Paul had been here three years ago; it was one of his dozen or so treasure troves. He
was intimately familiar with the hydrology and geography of the area, and his exceptional memory assured him he wouldn't forget a single place.

They anchored the boat on a less rocky, gentler beach. Paul dropped anchor and
tossed a long rope to Jerry, the first to disembark, to tie it to a protruding rock. He then
tossed him a water bag filled with fresh water.

Paul inserted two small shovels and two small pickaxes into the ropes binding the crates, then, in
a deep, authoritative voice, ordered the four men to work in pairs, using prepared wooden poles to lift the two heavy crates and
walk ashore.

He checked his belongings, tightened his belt and collar, and carefully sheathed his sailor's knife on
his left side. He drew a slender longsword from its scabbard from under the hold, gripped it in his right hand, and with a light leap, jumped onto the sand
.

As dusk approached, the last rays of the setting sun cast their final glow upon the rugged mountain path, thick with shrubs. The air
carried the salty scent of the sea mingled with the fresh fragrance of plants. The group climbed over countless ridges, with Poll
leading the way, counting steps and maintaining their bearings.

After rounding a recessed valley, they arrived at a hillside covered with dozens of pine trees. These
pines stood out sharply against the backdrop of the mountains, though difficult to spot from a distance.

Poll found a rock about waist-high, touched its top to confirm the location, and
nodded in satisfaction. He then walked about 20 paces to the left, looked at the distant pine trees,
estimated the distance, and ordered four men to carry the box over.

The four men obediently lowered the box as instructed, already panting heavily. Jerry
grinned self-deprecatingly and said, "Damn it, I bet I won't be able to find this place again next time." He shook his head, raised his scabbard
, and pointed at the four exhausted men. "Don't slack off for too long, get to work. I don't want to
spend the night in this godforsaken place."

The four men hurriedly got up, picked up shovels and pickaxes, and began digging holes according to Paul's instructions.

The soil here wasn't too hard, and they quickly dug two sizable square pits. Jerry looked at
their work, thought for a moment, and cursed, "You bunch of lazy bums who cut corners! Couldn't you have dug the holes bigger and
deeper? If a hurricane or a downpour comes from the sea, won't the boxes be exposed?" He angrily swung his scabbard
and whipped the men indiscriminately until they begged for mercy, only then did he let them continue digging.

The pits grew deeper and bigger. But without a stop order, none of the four men dared
to stop, so they had no choice but to continue digging. Paul shook his head, sighed, and said, "That's enough. No need to dig anymore
." The four men looked up at Jerry, who merely snorted through his nostrils without objection.

Only then did the four men stop and scramble out of the pit. To their surprise,
they were met with the gleam of Jerry's blade!

Chapter Two: The Old Man and His Daughter

Jerry wiped the blood from his knife onto the deceased's clothes and kicked the body back into the pit.

Paul shook his head and said, "Actually, there's no need to kill them. It's such a pity; we've lost several
people who could work for us without getting paid."

Jerry glanced at him and said disdainfully, "Paul, you're too merciful. I know you didn't want to take their
lives. Once we got back to the big ship, you would have fed and clothed them well, hoping they would be grateful. If
they didn't want to stay, you would have given them travel expenses to go home. But all of that costs money. Now that they're
dead, that money is saved. I've saved you at least 20 rials!"

Paul smiled slightly, looking at Jerry meaningfully, clearly not believing him.

Jerry, growing impatient, said, "Alright, alright, to be honest, I don't trust them. If it were
me, I would have desperately come back for these chests; they couldn't earn this much money in two lifetimes. I knew they
would come looking for these chests. Perhaps some of them are clever enough to remember the way, so they had to die!"

Paul shrugged, "Now that they're all dead, you can relax."

Jerry grinned, revealing his large, gleaming white teeth, and said with satisfaction, "That's right, that
's how it should be."

Paul sighed, "You'll go to hell someday."

Jerry burst into laughter, "Paul, don't worry, we pirates will all go to hell sooner or later!
But let's finish this job first."

Together, they placed the two chests into another pit. Then they
used shovels to fill and level both pits. They tamped the soil down and scattered the remaining soil in the pine forest. After checking it over, Paul
nodded in satisfaction.

They found a relatively clean patch of grass and sat down to rest. Jerry untied his water bag, tilted his head back, and drank deeply
before handing it to Paul. Paul took it, drank a few sips, and returned it to Jerry. He pulled out some tobacco from his pocket, put it
in his pipe, lit it, took a satisfied drag, and exhaled the smoke. Jerry took it and took a few drags as well,
muttering with satisfaction, "I don't like tobacco. An ounce of tobacco is worth the same as an ounce of silver;
it's not worth it. I prefer women to tobacco." Paul smiled and said, "When you're older,
you'll understand that tobacco and women are equally important to men."

They were like two brothers, even closer. They kept their money together, sharing rum,
tobacco, and sometimes women, except for Polly. Jerry kept a close eye on Polly, not allowing
any man to approach her.

After they had recovered their strength, night fell. They got up, looked for the way they had come, and started walking back. After walking
for a while, Paul, who was leading the way, seemed a little confused. After looking around for a moment, he chose a slope. Jerry
seemed to sense something was wrong and turned to Paul, saying, "Although I can't remember the way, this path doesn't look like the
one we just took."

Paul's tone sounded somewhat indifferent. "Yes, this path wasn't there when I came here last time, so
we need to go and take a look."

They crossed a ridge, passed through a dense forest, and spotted a faint light in the distance.

As they approached, a simple, rough, but sturdy wooden cabin emerged in the night
.

As they quietly approached the window, they heard people talking inside.

They tiptoed to the window and peered inside. The fireplace glowed red, and an
elderly man with gray hair and a robust build sat in a chair, talking to a girl kneeling before him. The girl was clearly the old man's
daughter.

Fishing nets and bows and arrows hung on the walls, along with several birds. The smell of dried fish wafted from the front of the yard.

Clearly, it was a fishing and hunting family, with only a father and daughter

present. The old man said, "The pirates have become increasingly rampant in recent years. This world is truly outrageous. If it were
ten years ago, I would have gone out to sea with the customs team to capture them one by one and hang them in the harbor of San Juan."

The girl looked at her father with admiration and said with a smile, "Didn't you serve His Majesty Charles II back then?
You captured a few pirates, didn't you?"

The old man smiled slightly, stroked his daughter's head, and said, "Those outlaws looked fierce, but
most of them were just cowards. I only killed two and received a reward from the governor. Many of
those captured were later sentenced to hanging."

The girl excitedly shook her father's arm and said, "I want to catch pirates too! Will you take me? The governor
will give me a reward, right?"

The old man smiled and shook his head: "I'm too old, Governor..."

The door of the wooden house was kicked open with a "bang," interrupting the old man's words. Jerry, his eyes blazing with anger,
rushed into the house and, without a word, his long knife aimed straight at the old man.

The old man tried to get up, but it was too late. Amid the girl's scream, Jerry's longsword swiftly
plunged into the old man's chest, piercing his body, and the tip emerged from behind, pinning the old man to the heavy
back of the wooden chair.

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