Brass Telescope (Monocular) ?Origin: Istanbul Equipment Nature: Special Plot Equipment Equipment Rarity: Light Blue Material: Brass, Glass Attachable Device: Lanyard Effect: Allows the wearer to see further, doubling the range of vision. Installation Slot: Miscellaneous Items Description: This is an invaluable treasure for any lookout.

Description: Alternatively, if you deem these materials insufficiently powerful, you may sell it to the Space for a considerable sum of Universal Points or Potential Points, choosing only one of the two. Looking at the object, Fang Senyan paused, then questioned one of the pirates: “What was the name of that old fellow whose hand was severed by One-Eyed Jack Hogg just now?” The pirate immediately replied with genuine fear: “I only know they call him Old Sea Dog, Captain!” Fang Senyan nodded: “Call him here.” Soon, Old Sea Dog, his face pale from blood loss, stood before Fang Senyan.

Fang Senyan directly handed him the brass telescope: “From now on, you will be our Chief Lookout. Although this item’s value far from compensates for your loyalty and sacrifice, please accept it!” A large crowd had gathered around by now, all looking on with envious eyes.

Old Sea Dog took the telescope with trembling hands, something glistening in his cloudy old eyes: “This, this is a treasure that can be passed down through generations, Sir. I… I am unworthy of your commendation!” Fang Senyan said kindly: “What you have done satisfies me greatly, so please take it, familiarize yourself with its capabilities quickly, and then proceed to your new post.

You are now the Third Officer aboard this ship, and I require you to send a man to report the situation on the sea to me every ten minutes.” The sea wind picked up slightly, and all the ships lowered half their sails. Even so, the pitching of the hull was exceptionally violent.

It seemed mysterious powers were stirring from the depths of the ocean. As for Lieutenant Commander Bass, he almost wished the ship would pitch even more violently, as that would significantly increase the difficulty for those damned pirates to board!

Having already fought two desperate battles, he had to admit that while the pirates’ cannons and ships were dilapidated, their death-defying spirit was truly troublesome. At the start of the engagement, Bass’s three-masted "Galleon" vessel, the Rich, using both oars and sails, utilized its overwhelming firepower advantage to sink three pirate ships of similar tonnage consecutively, paying only the cost of a few hundred kilograms of gunpowder, lead shot, and a single-digit loss of men.

But as the battle scaled up, the two previous boarding actions had already cost his fine lads at least a third of their number in casualties. And the worst news was that before Bass’s boys could catch their breath or tend to their wounds, a third boarding attempt had already launched its surprise attack.

Although the Rich had achieved the outstanding result of sinking three pirate vessels and damaging three others in the vast naval engagement, the aging Bass was starting to feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of relentless pirate attackers. Suddenly, a sailor cheered: “Good news, a ship of ours is approaching from the west as reinforcement!” The sea wind howled.

If one were to look down from the sky, they would see a fast-moving, three-masted sailing ship slicing through the waves, approaching from the distance. It trailed a long white wake behind its stern.

Observing its sailing posture, it possessed an aggressive, utterly resolute momentum! Bass raised his telescope to observe.

Indeed, it was a standard issue, three-masted "Galleon" vessel, using both oars and sails, belonging to his own fleet. How could those ragtag pirates possibly afford such a new and powerful ship?

Thus, Bass, with his rich combat experience, immediately gave the order: “Order our men to prepare to break from our defensive contraction immediately. Wait until our allies are close enough, and then launch a full counter-attack!” The friendly vessel, riding the wind and waves, rapidly approached the Rich.

The ecstatic sailors even cleared a space for boarding under the pirates’ frenzied crossfire. However, they soon discovered, to their utter shock and rage, that the expressionless “allies” who swarmed onto the deck, once they reached a certain number, began savagely attacking them!

Immediately after, a large contingent of ragged pirates with wild expressions poured out of the friendly ship’s cabins, shouting excitedly and brandishing axes, cutlasses, morning stars, saws, and anything else they could find, rushing forward in a deluge. Fang Senyan’s previously formulated plan of “fighting chaos with chaos” was being perfectly executed!

Using their own utterly chaotic organizational structure to engage the enemy in close-quarters mayhem! Including the Sam, this plan now appeared remarkably effective, as the old Lancer's Rich was the third victim.

It was worth noting that after previous battles, the pirate ships were directly scuttled, while the Royal Navy vessels were sailed to a designated location outside the battle zone and anchored. Naturally, the wounded were transferred to these departing ships for treatment.

In the chaos of this massive naval engagement, especially the fighting on the periphery, it rarely attracted the attention of the higher-ups. And what could those unqualified to notice do?

A ship sustaining damage and leaving the battle was a common occurrence. After all, while human lives were cheap, building a ship was extremely expensive!

Nearly everyone had received standing orders to prioritize saving the vessel. Under the brutal system of ‘oaths of allegiance,’ a large number of captured British sailors were swiftly and unceremoniously pressed into the ranks of the pirates.

They were rushed back into the fray, filling the front lines and acting as vanguards for the pirates. And Fang Senyan’s forces seemed to be growing, despite the extremely high casualty rate in melee combat; he already had nearly two hundred men.

Bass roared in fury, his gold-inlaid cutlass already smeared with blood. Even the finely tempered blade showed small nicks from excessive slaughter, yet the pirates before him seemed inexhaustible, surging forward relentlessly.

His brave sailors were now caught in a desperate fight on two fronts. All of this was caused by those damned imposters pretending to be sailors!

Without them, Bass would never have been forced into a head-on confrontation with these pirates! The old Lieutenant Commander had planned to surround and annihilate these buccaneers, so the moment he realized the approaching ship brought doom instead of reinforcements, he faced the cruel reality of being encircled and destroyed!

Suddenly, a familiar face flashed before Bass’s eyes. This person had once studied swordsmanship under him, and by rights, should have been fighting alongside him.

Yet, this face’s owner stood rigidly, expressionlessly hacking at Bass’s subordinates. He suddenly roared in disbelief: “Phillip!

Do you know what you are doing?” Phillip instantly turned his head and gazed blankly. The numbness of his expression made the pungent smell of blood in the air seem to dissipate.

Phillip’s eyes lingered on Bass’s face for only 0.01 seconds before sharply turning to a British sailor in front of him, shouting: “Surrender, or die!” The sailor’s reply was a fierce counter-slash. Bass watched as this former colleague sidestepped, drew his blade, and brought it down in a crushing blow.

His capable petty officer, having overextended his stride, was cut down onto the deck, rolled several meters, lay still face-down, only the bright crimson blood flowing like a waterfall from beneath his body. “No!!” Old Bass bellowed.

Suddenly, a massive surge of strength erupted from somewhere within him. The rapier he held plunged repeatedly into the throats of two or three enemies before him, and like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, he lunged toward Phillip.

The old captain’s swordsmanship was clearly superb. His slender foil flashed in the air, aiming directly at Phillip’s right wrist.

Clearly, even now, he still did not wish to harm this colleague and favored disciple. But Phillip’s cutlass swept across violently, attempting to parry the thrusting blade.

Old Bass’s arm strength was surprisingly immense; with an agile lunge, he pressed forward, forcing Phillip back a full step. The faces of the two men met across the crossed, blood-stained blades.

Old Bass said with heart-wrenching anguish: “What on earth happened, Phillip! What drove you to betray our country?

Do you remember the oath you took when you joined the navy? Put down your weapon, and I will petition Colonel Norrington to grant you a full pardon!” Phillip smiled bitterly: “It’s useless, Teacher.

I’ll tell you: Major Dax died by my hand. I slit Captain Madico’s throat.

I ran Major Blackett through the chest. Even the Queen of England could never pardon my sins.” Old Bass felt his vision darken: “You… what exactly happened?” Phillip chuckled mournfully: “The Sam encountered a demon, and worse, we foolishly provoked him… This is retribution we brought upon ourselves.

I apologize, Lieutenant Commander Bass, but I cannot die by your hand yet. My life is not my own; it belongs to those comrades who trust me.” With that, Phillip swung his sword and began to retreat backward.

Just as Old Bass prepared to pursue, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of threat emanating from his right side. He hastily turned his sword sideways to block, only to feel an unimaginable force transmit through the blade.