novelAbuy Chapter 1919 1391: Board! Loyal Board!
Chapter 1919 1391: Board! Loyal Board!
The night is deep, casting the shadow of a large ship over the sea, with the abyss below swirling endlessly. The gunfire pursued by the Caravel beneath the night sky is like the roar of abyssal beasts chasing at sea bottom. Suddenly, the sea and sky flipped, and two figures entangled together went over the relatively low ship's railings, plunging into the endless deep sea!At this moment, the native sailor remained silent, tightly holding onto Scholar Martin. Before jumping into the sea, he suddenly raised his Caribbean face and deeply gazed at a certain spot on the ship. He murmured lightly, and then disappeared behind the ship's railing. As for Scholar Martin, he let out a terrified and shrill scream during the fall, shaking the entire large ship!
"No!!"
"Ah!…"
Shushu's eyes widened as he shrank behind the sailor, also screaming wildly in his heart. He knew that Ah Yue's last glance before jumping into the sea was directed at him!
That glance, complex with farewell, was like a moth leaping into a flame, so sudden yet filled with a yearning for freedom, filled with fearless determination! This leap, prepared long ago and fearless, grasped the opportunity with stunning precision, it took away all of Shushu's waiting and his own yearning for freedom, making him instantly weaken, feeling both excited and lost…
"Ah Yue… you… you left me… went alone!… you… you must survive…"
"Almighty! Martin!…"
Captain Bruno shouted angrily, gripping the sword in his hand, and rushed eagerly to the side of the ship. The Caravel's railing was not high, not considering the parts below the waterline, approximately only three meters.
Bruno could clearly see that the damn native sailor was tightly gripping the panicking and resisting Scholar Martin, desperately swimming eastward. The two were entangled, their speed pitifully slow, but the large ship was speeding eastward, the distance between them visibly expanding!
"Bruno… save… help me!!…"
"Martin!…"
Bruno stood at the railing, gritting his teeth fiercely, his eyes almost spitting fire. Sailor Chief Haroldo quickly grabbed a rope and hurled it into the water, but it was kicked away by the native, brushing past Martin.
Quartermaster Matim moved with two trusted hands, adjusting the already arranged three Matchlock Guns at the stern, taking aim at the two mere meters away!
"Boss, what to do? Should we stop the ship?!…"
"Haroldo, what nonsense are you talking? The native's sailboat is catching up, at this critical juncture, how can we possibly stop the ship!…"
Before Haroldo finished speaking, Matim interrupted him. His eyes flashed with viciousness, looking at the similarly gnashing Bruno, he shouted fiercely.
"Captain! Fire the guns! At this distance, I am certain that bastard native can be shot dead at sea with random gunfire! Kill the native, then throw the rope to Martin!…"
"…"
"Captain! If we don't fire now, they will drift far away!…"
"…Matim, are you confident you can hit only the native without hitting Scholar Martin?… You know, in case the scholar is killed… it would be better… just let him fall into the water…"
Bruno spoke softly, Matim paused, his expression instantly changed.
Scholar Martin is true nobility! If killed by sailor's firing, according to the Kingdom of Portugal law, even by accident, it would be a hanging crime for the crew! There are so many on board, in case news leaks… for the captain and crew, it's better to let him fall into the water due to the native's attack!…
"Damn it! That cunning barbaric native! No! This entire group of cunning barbaric natives!!… They must be native tribe spies! Absolutely!…"
Matim's eyes flashed, suddenly turning around, drawing a sailor's scimitar from his waist. He then rushed fiercely towards the captured three Taino natives, slashing three times aggressively!
"Ah!!…"
The dying screamed continuously, warm blood splattered onto Shushu's head and face. He screamed in terror, as the blood-stained scimitar swung down fiercely, now close at hand!
"Boom! Boom!…"
The pursuing native fast ship fired once more, now within a hundred meters! Due to the sudden change, the previous flagship's 8-pound cannon missed the opposing mast, seemed to hit the native ship's hull?
At such a distance, the Portuguese flagship had no way of knowing the effect of the bombardment. And the opponent's counterattack soon arrived, two 2-pound cannons swept across the stern, almost hitting the stern's mast!
"Almighty! Big John was too far ahead! He was killed by the native's cannon, body shredded to pieces! Quick! Load, fire at them!…"
"Foda-se! Stop! Don't kill!… Killing further, there won't be enough hands for the ships!… Matim! Get back to the stern, quickly shoot the cannon again! Hurry!!…"
Bruno shouted angrily, snatching the blood-stained scimitar from Matim's hand. He glanced at the three native sailors lying dead on deck, glaring fiercely at Matim, threw the scimitar at the terrified and limp Shushu, and called to Old Carpenter Ivo.
"Ivo! Take him! If the enemy boards, you must stand up as well!…"
"Yes… Captain!…"
Old Carpenter Ivo trembled, his eyes fixed on the sea. Scholar Martin's fate unknown, he was already drifting far with the native sailor. But the two native's large ships were closing in! Soon, the trapezoidal position of the four ships would turn into a triangle…
No, another large ship had already closed in! They crashed into Silvira's vice ship, then threw chaotic grappling hooks, howling like hyenas, began to board like sparrows!