Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

The right time, right place and right people!

It's a good opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

...

If ordinary pirates don't have the courage to attack such a fortress, then the Black Pearl... that may not be the case.

Take advantage of the darkness.

The ghostly ship, flying a crossbones flag, lowered several small boats.

More than a dozen nimble figures quickly climbed down the thick rope from the side of the ship to the small boat, and slid into the harbor together.

"Keep your voice down! If anyone attracts the guard's attention, I'll tie him to the anchor for a month."

On the leading boat, a sinister and old guy wearing a black velvet round hat, leaning on a cane and wearing a black captain's suit was staring at the fortress in front of him with excitement in his eyes.

...

As Jack Sparrow's former first mate, his good friend with whom he loved and hated each other, and also as one of the nine pirate kings, the King of the Caspian Sea - Hector Barbossa.

His name is also well-known throughout the world, and he is the current captain of the Black Pearl.

It’s a pity that he was not happy in the years since Jack left.

It’s not because I feel lonely without the company of good friends.

Instead, he fell into the curse of the Aztec gold coin.

All the crew members on the Black Pearl, including him, were transformed into cursed undead creatures that were half human, half ghost.

No pain, no taste.

When the moonlight shines on this group of crew members, they will reveal their true form and turn into terrifying skeleton monsters.

The feeling of hunger tormented them all the time.

The only way to lift the Aztec curse is to get back all the 822 gold coins they had spent so lavishly.

The curse can only be lifted by using the blood of the person who stole the gold coins and returning them.

For so many years, they have traveled all over the world just to collect gold coins...and today, the last gold coin was finally sensed.

So here they come.

Like a ghost coming from the deep sea, just to start a new life.

...

"Captain, what do we do with the ordinary people here?"

Following behind Barbossa was a tall and strong black man, who was rubbing a rusty battle axe that enhanced magic damage and asked excitedly.

When all senses are lost, the only thing that can bring pleasure is killing.

He liked the feeling of slitting his enemy's throat and the hot blood spurting onto his skeletal body, which gave him a little warmth in the cold.

"Find the gold coins, the rest is up to you."

Captain Barbossa nonchalantly drew out the gleaming, chilling command scimitar from his waist.

Looking at the city wall getting closer and closer, he quickly crossed the sea and stepped onto the beach.

Then, he turned around and waved to the Black Pearl which was approaching silently.

This is the signal for the raid to begin!

The Black Pearl, which had been prepared long ago, suddenly burst into demonic flames on the side of the ship facing the port.

Light up the night sky instantly.

"Boom boom——!"

With earth-shaking roars, solid shells flew across a short distance of several hundred meters and slammed heavily into the dilapidated stone walls of Queen's Harbor.

“Crack…Bang!!”

Countless pieces of debris fell, along with the bodies of the sentinels who were still half asleep, and hit the beach or shallows.

The first round of attack!

The fixed gun positions and towers on the flanks of Port Royal were all hit accurately.

The roar of more than twenty cannons awakened this prosperous port that had fallen into sleep.

"Boom--!"

A second round of fire followed.

The sound of huge artillery fire was like thunder, as if the gods were angry and wanted to raze the town to the ground.

...

Looking at the city wall in front of me with a gap.

"Tonight will be a nightmare forever in the hearts of all the survivors!"

Flanking beach.

Barbossa covered his wide-brimmed bowler hat with his hands, and regardless of the dust all over his body, he looked up at the dark clouds blocking the bright moonlight, a cruel sneer appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he loudly made a pre-war mobilization to everyone behind him.

"Go, my sailor... let the little lambs here feel fear and death."

"If there are still survivors after tonight, sir." The black man next to him couldn't wait any longer and strode towards the nearby city wall stairs with a battle axe in hand.

Barbosa smiled with relief.

Then he swung the scimitar in his hand and roared with all his might, full of leadership charisma.

"Kill! My sailors, freedom is at hand, it's time to lift the curse, find the gold coins! I promise to share endless wealth with you..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The sailors following him all burst into 300% passion in the face of the upcoming freedom.

They rushed towards the gap with weapons in hand, howling and shouting what they had dreamed of.

"Good wine...bacon."

“Enjoy life!!”

"Woman...beautiful woman."

...

Faced with a group of undead spirits, the poorly protected Royal Port was bound to learn a painful lesson.

Watching his men ravaging the undefended town, Barbossa turned back with satisfaction and was about to call on a few other men to go with him to look for gold coins.

But suddenly discovered.

In the crowd there appeared a man wearing a white shirt, looking slightly thin among the big men.

See this!

Barbosa's eyes narrowed and he responded quickly: "Who, catch him..."

The sailors, who had been starving for more than ten years and whose brains were a little abnormal, heard Barbossa's order and turned around, only to find that a human had sneaked in among them.

"Shh!"

All of a sudden, all kinds of weapons were displayed.

Pointing to the center, this young man appeared out of nowhere.

"Captain, it's a human being... and a child." A tall and thin sailor reported attentively.

But he was stabbed hard, and the sharp scimitar cut half of his face.

The strange thing was that no blood flowed out, and the sailor did not feel any obvious pain, and was still smiling foolishly.

"I know...am I blind?"

Looking at the calm young man in the center, Barbossa narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but become more interested.

He walked up to the young man who was surrounded by sailors.

He first looked up and down at the silent boy.

Barbosa didn't feel that there was anything special about him, except that his mixed-race face, unlike that of a white person, was more noticeable.

"Tsk, these rare faces remind me of some old friends."

Barbossa muttered to himself in a low voice, and his wrinkled and dirty old face showed curiosity. He asked the silent boy in a hoarse voice.

"Kid...can you tell me how you got in?"

The dark clouds blocking the moonlight moved away.

The moonlight fell again, shining on the group of undead spirits on the beach.

A horrifying scene appeared.

All the sailors who looked normal just now turned into skeletons, with ghost lights flickering in their eyes.

A bunch of skull faces stared at the center with a sneer.

Half of Barbossa's face was still in shadow, making him look even more terrifying.

Looking at the harmless-looking boy, Barbossa's murderous intent gradually faded, and he instead admired him a little more, perhaps because of curiosity or because of the boy's courage.

"Perhaps we can save this boy's life and bring him aboard to train him well. He will be a good candidate for becoming a pirate."

Barbosa thought so.

Unfortunately, things don't seem to be developing as he expected.

Originally, I imagined that the boy should have screamed and fainted.

But at this moment, he saw that the skeletons around him were not panicked, but stared at Barbossa with interest.

While the two looked at each other.

Seeing the boy's smiling eyes and slightly upturned mouth corners, Barbossa suddenly had a bad premonition and his pupils suddenly shrank.

I just heard the young man tilt his head and ask.

"Are you asking me, Mr. Barbossa?"