socalfunplaces Chapter 36 Birds Eating Sheep
Chapter 36 Birds Eating Sheep
The sudden intervention of the loyal dog undoubtedly made the situation, which was gradually becoming clearer, unpredictable again.
Henry's hard-won hope was completely shattered once again.
"Boss? What do we do?"
The shrimps looked helplessly at Henry; the octopus was undoubtedly the only one on the ship who could break the deadlock.
Henry tried his best to think rationally.
Facing two ships, both significantly larger than itself, the Soaring had no hope of survival.
But now it seems too late to run away.
Under normal circumstances with a tailwind, the Soaring might be faster.
But now the ship's cabin is riddled with holes, the seagulls' bellies are filled with seawater, and everyone is doing their best to prevent the ship from sinking.
To outrun a yellow dog under these conditions? That's nothing short of a pipe dream.
They couldn't fight back, and they couldn't escape; it seemed like death was the only way out.
No… Henry stubbornly thought… I must live, I must keep my promise!
Since there seemed to be no way out, the flock of birds had no choice but to fight for survival!
Henry shouted, "Hard to port!"
Miko responded: "Full left!"
The ship began to turn and was slowly approaching the Black Goat.
As the distance to the colossal beast rapidly closed, the crew members were filled with terror:
"Boss! Are you perhaps planning to take over?"
"That's right!"
"But the number of men on the Black Goat is definitely several times greater than mine!"
"Then let's pray that our previous volley killed enough of our opponents."
Henry said coldly,
"You have no time to hesitate. Now is the time for a desperate fight!"
Panic gripped the deck as Henry gave his final pep talk:
"With the goats in front and the hounds behind, we are now caught in a pincer movement! In this situation, if we do not make adjustments, it is tantamount to waiting for death."
"Pick up your weapons, you shrimps! The flooded Flying Leap can't even save itself, let alone carry us to safety! Whether we're captured by pirates or marines, we're doomed."
"But if we fight back with our own sharp blades, we may have a chance of survival! Our enemies may outnumber us many times over, but we are all going to die anyway. You can choose to die gloriously on the battlefield or drown as a coward in the ocean."
"Either take up arms and fight on the Black Goat, or perish with the Soaring!"
Even though pirates are rarely wise, they are not idiots; they should all understand how to make this choice.
To die without resistance is absolutely not the style of a pirate.
Therefore, Henry was not worried at all about the effect of his speech.
All he needed to do was precisely direct the seagulls to approach the goats and try to avoid being hit by the giant crossbow bolts.
Henry looked at the dog-headed ship that was closely following behind, and Hubert's face came to mind.
They had only met twice, but that face seemed to be deeply imprinted in his mind.
If every great warrior is destined to have a nemesis in his life, then Henry is certain that his nemesis must be Hubert Peyton.
This stubborn and persistent man always appears when Henry least wants to meet him.
The difficulties he brought to Henry along the way far exceeded Henry's expectations.
After many rounds of maneuvering, Henry had come to understand that the loyal dog would never give up until it achieved its goal.
Since the hound was so hungry and thirsty, Henry's eyes sharpened, and I decided that I had no choice but to satisfy his taste buds and empty stomach.
The seagull gradually approached the black goat, during which time it was hit by two more arrows.
The red flames and white moonlight swayed together with the undulating dark seawater.
The deck of the Soaring was rocking more and more, and it was clear that even if the hounds and goats did nothing, the seagulls would inevitably fall.
Too much water has entered the boat; it's nearing its limit.
Henry ordered all the sailors in the cabins to come to the deck to prepare for battle.
The warriors put down their bows and arrows, and picked up swords and axes, preparing to board the Black Goat.
Everyone understood that this was a desperate gamble, and the only way to survive.
Their morale was by no means high, but their instinct for survival inspired their determination to fight more than any grand words.
It's either kill the other person or be killed; it's that simple.
Finally, the Soaring arrived below the Black Goat.
Only when you get close can you appreciate the huge difference in size between the two ships.
The Black Goat's deck was almost as high as the Soaring's mast.
Therefore, even though boarding a ship is the first step in a bloody boarding maneuver, it is exceptionally difficult for the flock of birds.
Henry ordered the sails to be lowered and the hook ropes to be thrown out, securing the seagull to the goat's shoulder.
He then ordered everyone to climb the mast and swing down to the enemy ship using ropes.
The shrimps readily carried out Henry's orders.
Henry stood on the bridge, his eyes cold, watching the pirates who nimbly leaped onto the enemy ship like monkeys.
He had a premonition that he had opened the gates of hell.
Next, everyone on the ship took up arms and fought a bloody battle with the enemy.
Henry should catch up, but he has his own things to do.
Turning around, Henry was surprised to find that the burly man Micoe was still gripping the helm with both hands, his eyes fixed intently on the ship ahead.
Henry asked, "Mico, what are you still doing here?"
"Because Miko is the helmsman," Miko replied.
Yes, Micoe was the helmsman, and the most skilled helmsman Henry had ever seen.
No matter what instructions Henry gave, Miko could execute them promptly and accurately.
And unless ordered to rest, Miko will never loosen his grip on the rudder.
If it weren't for Miko at the helm, the HMS Soaring probably wouldn't have been able to hold out against the enemy's powerful firepower until now.
"Miko, it's time for you to take up arms and fight on board."
"But the boat needs someone to look after it, and Miko has always been the one who stayed on the boat to take care of it."
"But Miko, this time is different. After we board the enemy ship, we will either be killed by the enemy or we will seize the enemy ship, but we will not be able to return to this ship."
Upon hearing this, Micoe finally looked at Henry:
"Henry, are you abandoning the Soaring?"
Micoe called Henry by his first name not because he disrespected Henry, but because he addressed everyone by their first name, including himself.
Although he was a genius helmsman, he wasn't smart; otherwise, the pirates on the ship wouldn't have called him a "fool."
Henry nodded: "Yes."
"The Soaring is a good ship."
"It is indeed excellent."
Although it's a bit small, it's well-designed and well-maintained.
"But everything in the world has its own end, and the Soaring is no exception. Now, this is the Soaring's end."
Upon hearing this, Miko lowered his head.
After a long silence, Miko finally spoke:
"Miko...can he never be a helmsman again...?"
Henry was stunned.
He suddenly realized that Miko liked his profession.
No pirate felt proud of his identity; if he could, who wouldn't want to be a nobleman in a castle?
But Miko is different; although he is not very smart, he is very pure.
He never regretted becoming a pirate and fell in love with piloting ships.
Perhaps, for Miko, who was ridiculed since childhood, only when he held the helm could he feel his own existence, as if he were holding his own life.
And I… Henry thought with self-reproach… now I have to take it away!
Henry closed his eyes, and after a long while, he exhaled the stale air from his lungs through his nose.
He opened his eyes, put his left hand on Miko's shoulder, and smiled as he said:
"We are at war with that big ship, Miko. You should also board it and fight. After we win, I will take control of that ship, Miko. I promise you, you will be the helmsman of that new ship."
Mico suddenly raised his head and looked at Henry with innocent eyes:
"Mico can be a helmsman?"
"As long as I am still sailing the seas, Miko, you will always be my only choice for helmsman."
Miko smiled, then nodded and loosened the rudder.
Henry found Micoe a large knife, then watched as Micoe climbed the mast and swung onto the enemy ship.
"So..."
Henry murmured,
"Only one last step left!"
Henry steered the ship to center and then raised the mainsail and jib.
The strong winds immediately caused the Flying Flyer to rock back and forth and crash heavily into the Black Goat's hull.
Henry steadied himself, picked up his axe, and cut all the hook ropes.
Then, they quickly climbed up the mast.
He stood on the crossbeam, one hand holding the mast and the other gripping the rope, looking at the relentlessly pursuing dog-headed boat.
Hubert Peyton, the loyal dog, was undeniably a shrewd and formidable man, no matter how much Henry disliked him.
This person's stubbornness is simply outrageous.
Regardless of who wins the fight between the sheep and the bird, or whether Henry will survive.
But as long as he continues to be targeted by loyal dogs, Henry will never find peace.
Since the dog is so hungry, Henry has no choice but to obediently offer up the bird meat if he wants to get rid of this entanglement.
The Soaring is accelerating forward; soon it will either sink to the bottom of the sea or be caught by the loyal dog.
This is a gift from Henry to his loyal dog, hoping to satisfy the dog's obsession.
Goodbye, loyal dog!
Henry prayed in his heart.
I hope this is goodbye forever!
Henry also boarded the Black Goat at the last minute!