The Queen Anne's Revenge had made a name for itself a long time ago. Even before the previous captain, the brutal pirate Blackbeard, acquired it, the ship, then called the "Concord," had already gained quite a reputation. Its very existence was a testament and record of the pirate era, and after Blackbeard acquired and enhanced it with voodoo, the ship's decorated hull adorned with human bones and voodoo zombies patrolling the deck and cabins became part of its dark legend.

However, Barbossa had his own sense of aesthetics when it came to ships. After killing Blackbeard and seizing the legendary warship, he redecorated it according to his own tastes. The smelly bones were discarded, the giant skeleton at the bow was replaced with a more dignified statue of a goddess, the door to the captain's cabin was adorned with gold and silver, and even the steps leading down to the hold were covered in copper. In short, it exuded luxury, nobility, and high society, a style that perfectly matched the pursuit of wealth by pirates yet was different from the vulgar and lowly style.

Perhaps it was because Captain Barbossa had once served as commander of the British fleet for a short time that this rough and vulgar old pirate had also acquired some of the hypocritical habits of high society.

However, a voodoo warship would not lose its power just because of a change in decoration. Unfortunately, Barbossa was not a wizard and had never thought of becoming one, so his control over the Queen Anne's Revenge had always been superficial.

And now, he was about to pay the price for his carelessness.

"Ah-ah-ah!" Wherever Scourge went, the zombie voodoo dolls were controlled and manipulated by him with a special secret method. So when Mason, with a cold face, was greeted flatteringly by a group of pirates dressed in high-end uniforms but still retaining their vulgar nature, a dozen voodoo zombies followed behind him. With the combat power of these voodoo-enhanced undead, if they started a killing spree, the Revenge would probably be covered in blood and fresh intestines.

Scourge was enjoying himself. He was no longer satisfied with controlling the voodoo dolls and had begun to delve deeper into the dark interior of the ship to try to gain ownership of it. This ship had a "life" of its own, and in the eyes of a black magician, it was a living thing.

"Please ask your follower to stop casting spells!" A low voice sounded from the captain's cabin, tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction. At the same time, several thick ropes slithered like giant snakes towards Scourge.

Constantine immediately ceased his magic upon seeing this scene. He whispered to Mason, "The voodoo core of this ship is in that guy's hands, but he has no idea how to use it. What a waste!"

"Shh." Mason made a gesture for silence, straightened his collar, and walked into the captain's cabin. The door closed behind him.The captain's room was not dim, on the contrary, two luxurious crystal chandeliers were lit with scented candles, and the fragrant food was laid out on a large round table embedded with emeralds in the gentle light.

In the center was a plate of fragrant roasted suckling pig.

Several men with musician's clothes and whip marks on their faces were playing a melodious accompaniment music on a small table beside them. Several maidservants who should not have appeared on a pirate ship were still wearing noble long dresses, but their arms were full of tattoos, and they lowered their heads to pull out chairs for the two guests.

It was like a luxurious small banquet.

The biggest problem was that it should not appear on a ruthless pirate ship.

"Come on, dear guests, let's put aside any possible prejudices and have a toast of friendship," said Barbosa, sitting in the main seat with his captain's hat and a slightly greasy smile, welcoming the two to sit down. Mason's gaze fell on Barbosa's face, which was no longer young, and he sighed that this guy was almost identical to the image in his memory.

While Scrappy was staring at the wide-bladed pirate sword at Barbosa's waist.

He recognized at a glance that it was the voodoo core of this ship, and whoever held it could control the ship.

"Bang!"

Old K's voodoo doll was thrown on the table full of food and fruits, bouncing a few times and falling in front of Barbosa's eyes.

Looking at this thing, the old pirate's face suddenly wrinkled.

As someone who had once had a great feud with Blackbeard, he could tell at a glance that this thing was definitely the "real thing," and maybe even the voodoo puppet made by Blackbeard himself.

The visitor was unfriendly.

Trouble!

Barbosa maintained a hypocritical smile on his face, but he had already started to plan in his mind, and his fingers quietly rested on the hilt of his sword.

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However, Mason, who had been cold-faced, smiled at this moment. He walked forward boldly, pulled out a chair, sat opposite Barbosa, and then picked up a knife and fork to cut open the fragrant roasted suckling pig and put the most tender meat into his mouth to chew. Then he picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

He said, "Delicious! You have an excellent chef. It's so enviable to enjoy such delicacies in this damn era."

Barbosa stared at the young wizard in front of him.

He was a pragmatist.

He also knew something about supernatural powers that ordinary people avoided, as he had experienced many strange things and even died and come back to life.

He looked at the smile on Mason's face and laughed, "As long as the guest likes it, do you want me to give the chef as a gift?"

"Sure, I just happen to need a chef," Mason accepted the gift without hesitation and signaled Scrappy to sit down and eat. The dark wizard was not polite either. The past two days of roughing it and the dissatisfaction just now made him very hungry.

Hey, Constantine's eating habits are really not decent.

"Your Excellency Barbosa, I'm here to talk to you about something," Mason started the conversation, and the old pirate sat up straight and said:"Everyone alive on the entire sea knows that I had a small conflict with Edward Titch. He caused me to lose a leg, which is a shame because I really liked that leg.

So I killed him in revenge.

I think this is the 'normal communication' between pirates and has nothing to do with wizards."

"No, I don't want to talk about that."

Mason waved his hand and said, "Do you know when Edward Titch will make voodoo dolls for others? If you know, you should realize that he and I are not friends at all.

I want to talk to you about something else.

Sorry, I boarded this ship in a less dignified way."

"It's okay, it's okay! My ship welcomes all well-intentioned friends. Friendship always comes uninvited, sometimes even breaking down the door.

I'm used to it."

Hearing Mason's words, Barbossa smiled and most of his worries disappeared.

As long as he wasn't looking for trouble, it was fine.

The big pirate now has too many headaches, and as an old man, he doesn't have the energy to guard against revenge. For those in high positions, hatred and revenge are always a luxury.

"I heard that the pirate kings are gathering on Turtle Island to discuss how to resist the Black Death spreading in the world and those never-ending zombies?"

Mason picked up an orange and said as he peeled it, "I also heard that you called for this meeting?"

"I'm just passing on the message."

Barbossa smiled and raised a glass of wine, drinking it heartily like a pirate should. He said, "It's the Code Guardian... um, Jack's old man, that old and stubborn guy who wants to use my mouth to call my colleagues together.

Since the end of the world has come, everyone should stick together.

Although I don't think it's a bad thing.

Because the fear brought by the end of the world has tripled my fleet overnight, and my territory has expanded seven times in just one month.

Tens of thousands of people living under my rule make me feel like an uncrowned king.

The annoying Royal Navy is struggling everywhere like stray dogs.

If you don't think about those zombies that bite people everywhere and the never-ending Black Death, these two months are the most enjoyable time of my life."

The big pirate didn't bother to hide his disdain for the end of the world.

It's not that he didn't take this matter seriously, but he seemed to be like other survivors, planning to have a good time before the last moment arrives.

It's also a very pirate-like idea.

"But this is just the last glow of the setting sun, Your Excellency Barbossa."

Mason mercilessly burst the big pirate's joy and pulled him back to the cold reality.

The young man peeled the orange and said, "If the Black Death is not controlled, your ocean kingdom will soon become a wasteland where zombies run rampant. You can continue to rule, but you will be like a king sitting in a garbage dump and mud pit."

The young man looked at this extremely luxurious captain's room and touched the huge emerald embedded in the corner of the table, saying, ""At that time, no matter how much wealth you have, it will only make your coffin heavier."

Barbossa fell silent.

His gaze towards Mason was no longer friendly.

Those who deliberately wake up those who are immersed in beautiful dreams are the most despicable and should be left to be pecked by seabirds on the mast!

"I can save you."

Mason didn't beat around the bush.

He took a peeled orange slice and threw it into his mouth, then handed the rest to Scakong, who was grabbing a roasted suckling pig and eating revengefully with oil flowing from his mouth.

The young man leaned back on the luxurious black velvet backrest, staring at the pirate with a serious and earnest tone:

"I have a medicine that can help you fight the Black Death and zombies... Don't look so surprised, Lord Barbossa.

I think for a legendary pirate who has experienced death and resurrection, been to the Devil's Prison and safely returned, and even presided over the ceremony to release the sealed female sea god, your expression is a bit indecent.

As you can see, I am an alchemist who can be brothers with Blackbeard, and having some special abilities is also normal, right?"

"I don't believe it!"

Barbossa completely dropped his hypocritical disguise.

The old pirate grinned with his big gold tooth and stared at Mason with a predatory look. He said:

"If you really have that medicine, you can become the king of the world or a character like Jesus Christ! Why do you need to come to my ship to discuss these things?"

"Because the medicine needs to be prepared! And the one ingredient I urgently need is in your hands, Barbossa."

Mason knocked on the table and finally said the purpose of his trip:

"The 882 cursed Aztec devil gold coins in your hands, I need those representing the resentment given when an empire perished on the death treasure, as the primer for the preparation of this medicine."

"You are trying to blackmail me! No, you are a liar! Trying to cheat me out of my most valuable treasure!"

Barbossa drew his sword and slammed it on the table with a bang.

The musicians playing music were scared away, but Scakong didn't even lift his head to continue eating, and Mason continued to maintain a poker face.

He said:

"You have 882 coins, and I only need one to make the medicine. You will see its magical effect with your own eyes, and then you will willingly hand over the remaining cursed gold to me.

You will even kneel down and pray for me to accept those gold coins.

If I don't accept, you will be bitten off the last piece of flesh and blood by other people who are eager to survive!

Barbossa!

I am not begging you now, so don't use your pirate habits to scare me.

Five days!

I only need five days."

Mason calmly picked up the napkin and wiped the orange juice off his hands. He stood up and said to Barbossa:

"My companions will stay on Turtle Island. At dawn in five days, you will see with your own eyes what a considerable return your investment will reap... Does ruling an island with tens of thousands of people make you feel like you've reached the pinnacle of life?

Poor old pirate, even in his dreams, he is so restrained.""Your daughter is braver than you, at least she believes that there are miracles and myths in this world."

"I don't have a daughter, you fool!"

Barbossa laughed loudly.

But in the next moment, he heard Mason's voice saying:

"The little nun from the Spanish monastery had a bad encounter and gave her innocence and life to a pirate who was smooth-talking and full of flattery. Poor Margaret waited for the unfaithful man with her heart, but he never came back until she died alone. Little Serena Smith has been alone since she was young.

What's worse, she may be with Jack Sparrow now.

If I were you, Barbossa, I would immediately put down everything on Turtle Island and go catch Jack, bring back your daughter before he ruins her life like you ruined Margaret's."

Barbossa's laughter abruptly stopped, and the old pirate sat back in his chair as if he had lost his soul.

He looked at Mason incredulously.

The young man pulled his gray coat collar and said to him:

"You destroyed her by destroying the diary with the ruby you left for her. You thought the ruby was the wealth you left for your lover to spend the rest of her life, but you didn't realize that the diary you stole from the museum in Italy was the real treasure.

I don't want to say more.

I just gave you a 'gift', Barbossa, who has lost all interest in life.

Now, give me the cursed coin!

This world is crying out for me to save you, but you, fool, are wasting the little time you have left."

The old pirate gritted his teeth and obviously didn't want to give up.

He roared, and the door of the captain's cabin was pushed open in the next moment, and a weak female pirate with a knife to her neck was pushed in by two pirates.

She was stunned when she saw Mason.

Then, she noticed the unique cat-shaped pendant hanging around Mason's neck. After careful observation, the weak female pirate broke free and rushed behind Mason.

She weakly said:

"Are you Mr. K's son? You don't look like him at all!"

"I am his inheritor, poor Angelina Titch."

Mason didn't look at the weak female pirate. He said to Barbossa:

"I am taking Blackbeard's daughter with me! Look at this poor girl, what have you done to her? You're really an ungentlemanly old bastard.

So, what do you say?

Barbossa, will you give it or not?"

The old pirate stood up, forcefully suppressed his anger, and chopped open a black skull box on top of a pile of dazzling gold on the edge of the captain's cabin, revealing the devil's gold coins that were golden orange.

He grabbed his wig used to cover his sparse hair and threw it on the ground, grinning and saying:

"If you want it, take it yourself, as long as you dare!"

Mason took out the leather gloves he had prepared from his pocket, took out a gold coin from the box, and checked it in front of Barbossa's mocking gaze.

"Don't you even dare to touch it?"Old Pirate spoke provocatively again, and the young man pursed his lips, saying:

"Because I know what this thing is, I won't choose to touch it. After all, there's only a fine line between courage and recklessness. Five days, Barbossa, is enough for you to bring back your daughter and Jack.

When the time comes, we'll talk about a business deal.

It's a deal that can give you everything.

Let me state the reward in advance...

I want the Black Pearl and Jack Sparrow, and I won't accept anything less!"