This pirate only wants to farm.

Chapter 88 The Black Tuna Aims to Become the Uncrowned King of the Calm Sea

The captain's cabin of the Black Tuna was filled with smoke. Several captains, who looked rather miserable, took out their best, moldy tobacco and started smoking, making the already damp and fishy-smelling air even more murky.

A few sailors standing outside the door glanced inside and could sense that the atmosphere was quite heavy.

Of course, it would be even better if these big shots could have a better image, with their patched captain's uniforms, rotten black hair and teeth, and the strong fishy smell on them.

However, it cannot be denied that the few who were able to gather on the Black Tuna were pirates who were somewhat famous in the Calm Sea.

"Fate, you unlucky old sea dog, what exactly did you call us all here for? Don't tell me it's just to have us smoke with you, and you didn't even offer any thanks for calling so many of us?"

A captain wearing an eye patch and with one hand transformed into a hook stared grimly at the captain sitting in the main seat.

And this captain was none other than Fett, the famous captain of the Black Tuna.

Fate laughed heartily, "Then I was a bit rude. You bunch of clueless sea maggots, didn't you see that these captains' tables are empty? Why aren't you bringing out our fruit!"

Fate let out a very hearty shout, clearly trying to make himself look good.

The other captains looked at each other in bewilderment. This was just their usual banter, trying to embarrass each other—it was a matter of etiquette and routine among pirates.

Is that unlucky jinx, Fate, really planning to recruit them?

Do you think they don't know what kind of mess they've all made of each other?

Could it be that Fate, that bastard, has had his intelligence corrupted by the God of Curse and is preparing to bring out his hidden treasures?

Just as they were thinking this, two sailors who could barely be considered human swallowed hard and respectfully and solemnly carried a small plate to the group. On the plate were several bright green tangerines, with water droplets hanging on them, which made the pirate captains swallow hard.

The two pirates were so generous that they gave an orange to every captain present. Of course, the great Captain Fate kept two oranges for himself.

The captains who have survived to this point in the calm sea are no ordinary people. They suppressed the urge to eat the oranges, peel and all, and cautiously examined the oranges in their hands, swallowing hard.

One-Eyed clutched the orange tightly in his hand, his gaze darting back and forth between the orange and Fate: "Fate, you filthy old sea dog, you're being so extravagant in bringing out such good things to treat us. Are you planning to devour us all in one gulp?"

Those present were all shrewd individuals; the oranges in their hands didn't emit a pleasant fragrance, but rather a strong, pungent stench of greed emanating from Fate.

Everyone has heard how miserable the Black Tuna has been lately, so for this guy who's barely getting enough to eat to come up with something that can supplement vitamins, there's obviously a bigger conspiracy involved.

When Fate saw that these people didn't greedily eat the oranges, but instead showed vigilance, he couldn't help but curse inwardly: What a bunch of insidious and cautious sea maggots!

Fate laughed and glanced at the captains present with a disdainful look. He casually peeled a green tangerine, took out half of it amidst their hungry eyes, and stuffed it into his mouth, savoring the sweet and abundant juice. Even though Fate's purpose was not to show off, he still couldn't help but squint his eyes and enjoy this hard-won sweetness.

"Gentlemen, if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't need to use something so precious against you. And do you really think poison isn't valuable at this point?"

After thinking about it, everyone agreed, and then they immediately and impatiently peeled the green tangerines and carefully put them into their mouths.

They looked even worse than Fate, each one seemingly wanting to tear off the white pith from the orange and taste it.

Some were even generous enough to share the orange peels with their subordinates, letting them taste the refreshing fragrance they hadn't smelled in so long.

Don't underestimate orange peels just because they're leftovers from the captain's meals. Soaking them in water makes them a valuable supplement for a sailor.

One orange doesn't last long. After the captains finished eating, all their greedy eyes turned to Fate. Their gazes spoke volumes; they clearly wanted him to produce more. If he refused, the captains present wouldn't mind using pirate ethics and customs to gain Fate's support.

Fett knew exactly what kind of people were present. He snorted coldly, "Since I dare to let you know that I have goods, I'm not afraid of any schemes you might have."

"You bunch of idiots whose heads are filled with nothing but filth and depravity, I think now you understand why I called you here, right?"

Pirates are synonymous with cunning, filth, and evil, but they are never stupid.

Because foolish pirates don't live long at all.

So the captains present quickly realized what Fate was up to. One-Eyed slammed his hook on the table and narrowed his eye: "You mean someone controls the supply of these oranges on this windless sea?"

Fett admired how quickly these unscrupulous peers could spot a business opportunity: "That's right, I think you should know that there's a ship called the Scholar in our waters. They somehow got hold of all these good stuff, including something called breadfruit."

The Scholar's name is known to all pirates on the Windless Sea. For a group of furry dwarves to survive here for so long is quite a novelty for them.

Some people even thought that these little dwarfs had long been swallowed up by some sea monster as a snack, but unexpectedly they are not only still active on the windless sea, but also living quite comfortably.

Several pirates who knew the inside story exchanged information, and the captain's cabin was in chaos for a while. But the more they talked, the more they realized that these damned little dwarfs were actually a fat sheep.

They had all traded with the fur tribe to some extent, but the amount of each transaction was not large, and they were not regular customers. In addition, the dwarves always chose to appear when they were at their weakest, so they did not know much about the fur tribe.

But now that they have exchanged information, they are astonished to discover that the richest people on this windless sea are actually the fur tribe, who never dare to go out and rob merchant ships.

Fate let these people have their chaotic discussion, but after exchanging information, their self-awareness all turned to look at her.

Fate revealed his blackened, yellowed teeth; this was the purpose of his gathering these pirates.

It's time for the Windless Sea to have a new king, so why not Thafet?

Although it was painful for him to take out so many green tangerines, it actually helped him maintain control of the conversation.

If we can take down those dwarfs and also control their supply channels, then the Black Tuna will become the uncrowned king of the Calm Sea!

Although Fate was not lucky, he was never lacking in ambition, otherwise he would not have survived to this day.

"My plan is to capture those cunning little dwarfs, interrogate them to find out where their supply source is, and then take over the area in one fell swoop. I wonder if any of you are interested?"

Everyone present could see what Fate was up to at a glance. One-Eyed couldn't help but sneer, "So you're being so kind as to give away your information?"

"How come I've never heard of jinx Fate becoming a selfless and kind person?"

"Could it be that those shorty lent you a few books, turning you into a laughable intellectual?"

Upon hearing this, cheerful laughter erupted from the captain's cabin. In their view, knowledge was a curse on the high seas, and only evil and filth could survive there.

Fate gave a smug smile: "I'm not afraid to tell you, of course, because I have special confidence."

Although he said that, Fate was a little apprehensive, because he knew that he was just bluffing. He didn't have any real strength; he just didn't have the ability to take down the entire Scholar.

Taking over the entire Scholar is no easy task. These damned little dwarves have long since become the pushovers they once were through constant trading, not to mention the even more troublesome creatures hidden behind them.

So Fett spent a fortune to bring in these damned pirates, just to have them charge into battle, while he led the Black Tuna and reaped the benefits from behind.

This is all pretty perfect, isn't it?

Clearly, all the captains present were fooled by Fate's trickery. They all looked at Fate, this jinx, with suspicious eyes and began to figure out how to reveal Fate's true colors.

"So what are you planning to do? Don't tell me that a meeting here will solve the problem. We're not some high and mighty nobles. And don't forget, there's that magical warship that can sail on its own. That thing isn't too far away from us."

Fate chuckled. "My friends, what if I told you that the Scholar, that bunch of little devils, is not far from us?"

"Furthermore, according to feedback from my sailors, they have discovered that the Scholar's waterline is a full three meters deeper than before. I think you can understand what that means, right?"

Upon hearing this, the pirate captains started chattering again, their faces flushed. They were no longer discussing how to carry out the plan, but rather debating which direction would be more suitable to surround the Scholar.

These unscrupulous guys didn't even include Fate in their calculations. Clearly, Fate's behavior just now had made them start to ostracize this guy they couldn't understand.

Fate's lips twitched. He had overestimated the quality of these pirates; they had no sense of contractual obligation whatsoever!

Although they haven't actually signed any contract yet.

After discussing for a long time, One-Eyed coughed lightly, turned to Fate and asked, "Hey, jinx, so where exactly is the Scholar now? I have to admit, I absolutely love knowledge, and I can't wait to enter the ocean of knowledge."

Fate sneered: "Oh? Why do I feel like you're planning to exclude me? I think it's better to end this gathering here, after all, I don't want to be with a bunch of idiots who are about to die."

As pirates, everyone wore their intentions on their sleeves. Hearing Fate's words, they all gave each other fawning smiles. After all, dignity couldn't be exchanged for even a loaf of bread on a calm sea.

"Really? Does Captain Fate mean that those little dwarfs have some kind of powerful backing?"

Just as Fate was about to say something, a sailor rushed over and whispered in Fate's ear.

Fate was startled and immediately stood up, tapping on the wooden table: "Quick, everyone get back to your ships. We need to catch up with the Scholar. It's heading straight for that large magical warship!"