I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 684 Jack and George's Great Luck (Part 3)

Somewhere in the Western Sea, George gazed at the distant port, his lips twitching slightly. It was less a port and more a colossal sea monster cobbled together from countless wrecked ships, floating platforms, and a jumble of makeshift structures. Rusty hulls piled up like mountains, and crooked masts resembled a withered forest.

"Do they really sell boats in this dump? It looks like a junkyard to me?"

"What else?" Jack rolled his eyes, used the Land Finder terminal to search, quickly connected to the local navigation system, and awkwardly sent the data to the ship's AI while saying:

"Old York once said that ships are extremely valuable cargo on the high seas. Even the most vicious pirates, if they have the ability, will not damage ships. But after being out here for so long, you should understand that no matter how valuable something is, if you can't sell it, it's just like scrap metal."

"So this is where the ships are sold?"

"If the information on the Seekers' internal network is correct, there are many such people on the sea, and the Sea People can't be caught all of them. As long as they don't openly use naval warships or anything like that, there shouldn't be any major problems."

As Jack browsed the Seekers' Forum, he glanced around. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he quickly said:
"By the way, quickly add an illusion to the outside of the ship, preferably making it look a bit dilapidated! What ship on the high seas doesn't have a speck of rust? They want everyone to know your ship has high technology!"

"Ah, right, right, right!" George then realized that when they were in the Emerald Isles, the Piece of Earth was all the rage, and there were high-tech ships everywhere. Later, they were chased by the Navy, so there was no point in disguising themselves. They had almost forgotten about this!

Fortunately, George's illusion magic is characterized by its simplicity and efficiency. With a thought, an energy field envelops the entire ship, covering the originally clean white hull with irregular rust marks, and making many technologically advanced parts look ordinary.

Although it's true that people can't imagine what they haven't seen, fortunately, George had been at sea for so long that he had seen what ordinary ships that sailed for long periods of time looked like.

Following the AI's guidance, the ships slowly approached the makeshift berth made of pontoons and broken ship planks. If it weren't for the ship's AI receiving guidance from the control tower, they would have seriously doubted whether this place was some kind of garbage dump.

"Newcomers?" When the ship docked, a manager with an anchor-shaped tattoo saw that they were two young people and assumed they were just hot-blooded fools who had read a couple of novels and were about to give them a hard time to get some benefits. Suddenly, his prosthetic eye in his left eye flashed rapidly, and lines of numbers appeared. His expression immediately changed, and his arrogant demeanor vanished instantly.

This is a top-tier fighter with a six million bounty!
It's important to understand that on this vast ocean, a five million bounty is a watershed moment. To earn this bounty, one must either have accomplished something extraordinary or possess boundless potential. However, regardless of the reason, if one's strength doesn't match the bounty, it will inevitably become someone else's savings account in a very short time.

After glancing at the bounty time and public information, the administrator clicked his tongue. He had been at sea for less than a year, but the bounty had been up for a month or so. This was definitely a supernova! And when he calculated the time, wow, it was right when the fragments of the earth were spreading!
Just as the administrator approached with a humble demeanor, the database changed again. Good heavens, this time it was even more incredible! The kid who originally only had a million in bounty had jumped to five million!
Well, the attendant, who had originally hoped to get some parking fees, immediately gave up the idea and said humbly:
"Is this your first time here? Would you like a guide?"

George was about to respond when Jack stepped on his foot, and then Jack said casually:

"We're planning to hire some new people. We're running out of boats, so we'll get some cargo. It doesn't need to be anything too fancy, just enough that it won't sink for at least three months!" *Hiss—*

Upon hearing this, the administrator immediately realized that this was a ruthless character. The demand for three months meant that after three months, either everyone on board would be dead, or they would have received a new ship. Where would this new ship come from? It certainly wouldn't be bought; otherwise, wouldn't it be better to just buy a new ship directly?
As a seasoned veteran, he knew these supernovas were even more difficult to deal with than old pirates. Without further ado, he operated the hidden equipment to move their ship to a safer location, while handing over an electronically encrypted tag:
"If you're not concerned about the condition, you can check out the scrap metal section. As for your ships, you can rest assured to dock them here. We have rules here: once a ship is in port, no one will bother with it. However, please keep your number plates safe. If someone else comes to claim the ship with a number plate, we can only assume that you sold it. After all, this is a common occurrence on this island."

"Understood." Jack took the number plate and led George, who seemed to be full of questions, towards the so-called scrap metal area. After walking for quite a while, they cautiously communicated using divine power:

"Why go to the scrap metal area? Why not buy a better ship? Our budget is quite generous... And why won't you let me ask?"

“My dear young master, please save your breath. With your way of speaking, you’ll reveal yourself as a nouveau riche in just a few words! If you don’t speak, we’re both dangerous individuals with a five million bounty, and no one dares to bid recklessly. But once you open your mouth, we’ll just look like brainless idiots who would dare to rip anyone off. In a place like this, you should talk less and observe more. When you’ve put away that young master’s air, then we can step in, okay?”

George blushed a little after Jack's words, but he knew he wasn't good at this kind of thing, so he could only shut up.

Stepping into the scrap metal area, the unpleasant smell of rust immediately fills the nostrils. Various vendors stand or sit, but no goods are visible; only a sign stands beside them. When someone approaches, the vendor immediately takes out a terminal and plays a series of videos. Only when someone shows interest in buying will they go to the port to inspect the goods.

However, it's not that there are no physical products, it's just...

"Jack, he said that's a pre-civilization..."

"Sigh..." Hearing George's words, Jack couldn't help but sigh:
"Why don't you try to remember what this place is called? You won't find anything good here in the scrap metal area. Even if it is a relic from a previous civilization, it's probably broken by now. If you're so capable of repairing it, you might as well build a new one yourself!"

Jack nearly blurted out "Only a fool would fall for that," but George clearly didn't catch the subtext and immediately pointed to another stall, saying:

"Then the mythical beast must be real, right?"

“Yes, it’s a real mythical beast, but it’s stolen goods. It’s already bound to a master. If you buy it back, you’ll have to find an expert to format the taming program and deal with the issue of rejection. Don’t expect it to be of any use for the next two or three years.” Jack felt extremely tired, but also incredibly grateful that this was someone who listened to advice.

(End of this chapter)