This pirate only wants to farm.

Through the ingenious ideas of Lynch and Elizabeth, two men with no pirate experience, the fates of the captain and the sorcerer aboard the Stormfury were decided.

Two large men were thrown into the meditation room, while a skeleton boatswain stood guard outside the door.

Julian and Daniel still felt a sense of unreality. Even though the meditation room door didn't have a lock, they still didn't dare to open it and just sat blankly on the floor for a long time without reacting.

Perhaps due to the mage's higher mental strength, Daniel spoke first: "Captain, we've survived, right?"

Julian seemed to have just come back to his senses, and slowly nodded, but was still somewhat uncertain: "I... I guess so."

Julian looked down at the letter in his hand and realized that he had been gripping it so tightly that his fingers were turning white.

Julian sighed and put the letter in his inner leather pocket so that it wouldn't get wet even if he fell into the sea.

Daniel watched the captain's actions and couldn't help but sigh: "So you really intend to help Elizabeth deliver this letter to her father?"

"I think before considering that matter, we should first consider whether we can meet with the Earl, the naval governor. As far as I know, he is currently imprisoned in a secret prison, and only those close to His Majesty can see him, right?"

"Besides, we need to think about how to survive first, don't we?"

However, Julian shook his head calmly: "No, we won't die."

"Since they have already given us the letter, it proves that they do not want us to die, so whatever they plan, we will be able to return to the Saint Mary unharmed."

"Besides, Earl Morgan wouldn't want either of us to die."

Daniel's eyes widened, and he put on an exaggeratedly incredulous expression: "What are you talking about? You think that arrogant nobleman will let the two of us go after this mission fails?"

"I even think that those undead creatures outside have given their minds to the underworld. I bet Earl Morgan would love for us to become undead right now."

Julian laughed, a laugh laced with utter sarcasm: "You still don't understand the nobility, you still don't understand the Empire."

"Mission failure is not something that can be compensated for by the word 'failure' alone."

"What's needed is for someone to take responsibility. If the two of us really died, who do you think would take that responsibility?"

Julian let out a breath and patted Daniel, whose eyes were wide and mouth agape: "So don't worry, nobody wants anything to happen to us right now, and this trip might even be the most relaxing time we've ever had."

After a long pause, Daniel finally composed himself and muttered under his breath, "Damn it, so that's why you're the captain and I'm just a ship's mage?"

As they were talking, the door to the meditation room suddenly opened, and the green soul fire startled Daniel, who involuntarily shrank to the corner of the meditation room.

Julian, on the other hand, forced himself to remain calm and stood motionless. He watched as the skeleton boatswain walked in, not carrying the huge bone spear, but instead placing a large wooden frame on the table in the meditation room.

The wooden frame contained four skull coconuts with holes punched in them and coconut straws inserted, along with a few ordinary breadfruits.

Julian seemed to have thought things through too much, and didn't feel much fear towards the large skeleton; he was just instinctively a little reluctant to accept undead creatures.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and looked at the food in the wooden frame. He couldn't help but swallow hard, but his gaze then fell on the round skull coconut.

"Is this food for us?"

"And what's inside this skull?"

Although at first glance this skull seems to be an undead creature, upon closer inspection it seems not to be, because all four sides of this skull have skull faces. It is round in shape, with a small hole chipped into it by something sharp, through which a tube-like straw made of rolled leaves is inserted.

Could this be some kind of undead creature that produces brain matter?

The skeleton boatswain didn't answer his question, but patted Julian on the shoulder approvingly, quite affirming his analysis.

Although Julian wasn't particularly scared, being slapped by such a huge bone hand still made him tremble so much that he almost fell to his knees.

The skeleton boatswain didn't care what he thought; he simply put the things down, made a gesture of invitation, and then left the meditation room.

Although Julian knew that the other party probably wouldn't kill them, he didn't dare to try anything with the skull for the time being. Instead, he grabbed a loaf of bread and carefully lay down on the table to study the strange, round skull.

After the skeleton boatswain left, Daniel boldly went to the table again, grabbed a piece of breadfruit and took a bite, but his hand did not hesitate to pick up the round skull coconut and examine it from side to side.

"Oh, damn it, even ghost ships get better treatment than us on the windless sea, right? I can hardly find bread with this texture even in the capital."

"This is terrifying magic. This must be some kind of magical crop, but I also smell a special magical aura, and even a faint scent of souls."

"Yes, it's still the soul of the dead. It must have been erased by some being."

"Is this tube for suction?"

Daniel muttered to himself as he brought his mouth to the straw without hesitation and sucked hard.

Now it was Julian's turn to stare wide-eyed. He stared at the round skull, its jaw opening and closing as if something indescribable was being sucked away:

"Damn it, this is something from the undead! Aren't you afraid there might be problems?"

Daniel narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow at Julian: "They are indeed undead items. If you don't want them, you can give them all to me."

Daniel could feel a large amount of magical elements filling his body. His previously depleted mana was slowly recovering, and he even felt that the magical elements around him seemed to be more active.

Although his magic recovery speed was far slower than that of his potions, he could feel that this pure, natural, and harmless magic was only beneficial to him and had no drawbacks.

Moreover, if he wasn't mistaken, this skull-like thing was probably an extremely high-quality alchemy material.

Of course, it's perfectly fine to use it as plain water now.

Julian's rise to the captaincy of the Storm's Fury wasn't solely due to his noble lineage. He grabbed a skull-shaped coconut and, mimicking Daniel, took a big sip.

This sip brought Julian back to his senses. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had drunk clean water, and he even had a feeling that perhaps even His Majesty had never drunk such pure water.

Especially the subtle coconut aroma makes you want to drink a few more sips.

However, Julian quickly snapped out of his reverie and keenly noticed something else.

If Daniel noticed the coconut's difference because of his identity as a mage, then what he saw as a captain was entirely different.

"Hey, mage, we're prisoners now, aren't we?"

Daniel didn't grasp the deeper meaning in Julian's words; he was simply calculating the value of the coconut in his hand: "I think you're being a bit too polite. According to pirate rules, we should only be considered cargo now."

"Hmm, I remember when I was chatting with the sailors they mentioned that pirates were generally referred to as meat."

Julian ignored Daniel's teasing, and solemnly held the skull coconut up to his face, examining it closely. "So, despite our best efforts, we couldn't find a way to survive on this sea, while they've managed to provide their prisoners with bread and this precious water?"

Julian tossed the skull-shaped coconut in his hand: "I think even now we don't know enough about this sea."

Daniel didn't seem to care much at first, but when he heard Julian say that, his expression immediately changed and he gradually became serious.

"I think we need to leave this area as soon as possible. Although the owner here is acting very nicely now, I think we all know that it's just an act."

"If this drags on any longer, I'm afraid none of us will be able to leave this sea; we'll only become his servants and crew."

Julian nodded, not denying at all that Daniel regarded the young captain as the master of this sea.

In fact, he saw it that way too.

On such a barren sea, they were able to use this precious water resource to deal with prisoners or cargo.

That is enough to show that what this master possesses is probably far beyond their imagination.

Not to mention that the captain himself was a terrifying undead creature, and they had never heard of any undead creature with a complete human form.

Even the most terrifying lich in legends appears in the form of a skeleton, so clearly, the captain himself must be far superior to the lich.

Julian took a deep breath: "I think we can't delay any longer. Use your magic, we need to contact the Saint Mary immediately."

………………

Morgan Weeks picked up his coffee cup and looked at the insects swimming in the almost transparent coffee, his expression unchanged.

He simply extended his long, slender little fingernail, gently picked out the two mating insects, and flicked them away, then casually sipped his almost tasteless coffee.

On the dessert plate next to it were three pieces of black bread, each meticulously cut into a cube, with faint green mold spots visible on them.

Morgan Weeks didn't seem to mind picking up the smallest moldy piece and putting it in his mouth, savoring the acidic taste, swallowing it expressionlessly, and then taking a sip of coffee.

After a long pause, he finally asked the person in front of him, "How's the work of receiving the supplies going?"

The first mate, pale-faced and swaying as if about to collapse, looked longingly at the almost transparent cup of coffee and said, "Captain, our supply reception isn't going well. None of the four pirates we've found have enough supplies."

"If this drags on any longer, I'm afraid our sailors won't even have time to starve to death before..."

The first mate didn't continue, but the despair in his words said it all.

These pirates were no match for the Saint Mary, but the Saint Mary had already lost a third of its crew, which amounted to more than 40 people.

Of these 40-plus people, only three were seriously injured when they were ambushed while looting the pirate ships. The rest died silently because of this eerie sea.

The rainwater here is undrinkable, and food is so scarce that even seabirds are reluctant to come here. They haven't even been able to find a small island to resupply. He believes that if you gave these sailors a leaf, they would fight over it like crazy.

The navy, which was once the face of the empire, now looks miserable, with teeth falling out, and they look no different from pirates on windless seas.

They even discovered that some of the pirates looked better than the navy personnel.

They also captured some pirates and asked them where they could find supplies, only to be told that a group of wretched little fur tribes were doing business on the windless sea.

Fresh tangerines and a meager amount of bread could only be bought from those little dwarfs.

Fur traders?

Putting aside the fact that the Mink Tribe should have been completely wiped out, tell me, a group of natural scholars came to the windless sea to become pirates and do business.

Do you think this is some kind of pirate nursery rhyme?

Even storytellers don't write stories like this!

Morgan Vickers' expression remained unchanged, as if everything was under his control.

In fact, only Morgan himself knew that even if he were to fly into a rage and overturn the table, he wouldn't be able to change the situation. Instead of venting his anger, he should think about how to deal with the current problem of insufficient supplies.

"I understand. Now, can someone tell me how Stormrage is doing?"

The issues of food and supplies can be put aside for now. After all, although we can't find any good resources, we can still manage to fill our stomachs.

But if they fail to complete the mission, they might as well die on this sea.

At this moment, all eyes in the captain's cabin turned to the meditation room.

It wasn't just the mages on the Storm's Fury who were having a hard time; even the mages on the Saint Mary weren't having an easy time.

Just as the first mate was about to go to the meditation room to call for help, the door opened and a figure rushed out in a panic: "Captain, Daniel has cast a location illusion spell, leaving us with a magical image."

Morgan quickly raised his eyes and said in a rapid-fire voice, "Use it."

Soon, a magical image appeared in the captain's cabin of the Saint Mary.

Images of Daniel and Julian looking disheveled appeared in mid-air.

"Great Earl Morgan, our mission has failed. We have lost Stormfury and become prisoners..."

"A mutated monster..."

"Ghost ship..."

"Randomization, Skull Coconut..."

"Bread, the fur tribe is here to negotiate..."

As everyone in the captain's cabin watched the video of the two vividly describing the entire process, the whole cabin fell silent.

Everyone glanced at Captain Morgan's expression, but then snapped back to reality and swallowed hard as they looked at the image.

In fact, they didn't hear much of what they were hearing; all they knew was that Storm's Fury had been captured, its crew wiped out, leaving only the captain and the mage.

Of course, it would have been even better if they hadn't been holding strange skull-shaped coconuts and bread while eating and drinking and taking pictures.

Gurgle.

The sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell in the captain's cabin.

The first mate took a long time to look away from the image. He looked at Morgan with a serious expression: "Captain, I suspect that those two have betrayed the Empire, and their capture is an unacceptable disgrace. Should we abandon them?"

However, Morgan shook his head resolutely: "No."

"Even if they betrayed the Empire, they must accept the Empire's judgment."

The first mate was immediately filled with respect, not expecting that the captain would still have the empire on his mind at this time. However, he noticed that the captain was also swallowing his saliva.

He followed the captain's gaze and realized that the captain's resolute gaze was directed at the coconuts and bread in the two men's hands.

Morgan slammed his hand on the table with an air of righteous indignation: "Now calculate for me what valuables we can take from the Stormfury. We must bring these two traitors back to the Empire at all costs."

"Oh right, which pirate said the Mink Tribe were good at business? Bring him here."

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