The fastest updating and most complete novel is the Novel Website. Fang Senyan, while utterly baffled, also began preparing to ascend to the upper deck. Undoubtedly, mixing with pirates would guarantee his safety. Walking this way, he had roughly figured out how this group managed to get aboard the Flying Dutchman. It was by working as a "Scraper" on the ship.

The term "Scraper" was one Fang Senyan was familiar with from the real world; he didn't know what the current Caribbean pirates called this profession, but he was certain of the nature and content of the work. Because wooden fishing vessels, even those specially treated, inevitably accrued marine organisms—like barnacles, oysters, green algae, and sea moss—due to the high temperature, high salinity, and high humidity of the sea environment after sailing for a period. These growths attached to the hull not only reduced speed but could also pose a huge hidden danger to the ship’s safety over time, thus requiring someone to periodically scrape and clean them off; the person who did this job was called a "Scraper."

Of course, the best way to clean and maintain a vessel was to enter a large dry dock, completely isolate the ship from the seawater, expose the entire hull for meticulous care, drying, and painting. However, the nautical science in this world was still quite backward. Advanced dry docks capable of maintaining large ships were usually only found in very famous port cities. The British Royal Navy could openly sail into them for maintenance, but pirate ships could never expect such official treatment. Therefore, the "Scraper" work on pirate ships had to be done by someone diving into the water—an undeniably arduous task that severely tested stamina and even lung capacity.

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However, the toil and hardship were secondary; the people who did the "Scraper" work were already accustomed to such grueling conditions. The biggest reason they were often reluctant to take jobs from pirates was that even after working themselves to death, they wouldn't receive the promised compensation—even in the law-abiding society of the real world, foremen defaulting on payments was a common occurrence.

Given the circumstances, if those contractors simply presented themselves as willing to take on the "Scraper" job, coupled with an inside contact of low status to introduce them, securing the most basic, temporary crew status aboard the Flying Dutchman would be absolutely no problem.

Based on Fang Senyan's experience, without entering a dry dock, cleaning the hull of a ship as large as the Flying Dutchman would take seven or eight days, not even counting the cleaning below the waterline. For those contractors, that length of time was more than enough to accomplish whatever they planned! Fang Senyan oriented himself, rounded a corner, and stepped onto the gangway, ascending toward the deck. Regardless of what these contractors intended to do, Fang Senyan knew staying with the pirates aboard the ship was unquestionably the safest option.

It was around three in the afternoon; the sea breeze was gentle, and the dazzling sunlight made him squint slightly. For some reason, a passage related to sunlight suddenly surfaced in Fang Senyan's mind: "In the name of my soul and bloodline, I swear here: we shall forge the future hand in hand, and even our descendants shall coexist peacefully for generations. The bloodline of the violator shall boil, their breath shall cease, the sun's radiance shall rot their skin, and the very breath of the land shall fetter their steps."

"Bernard m•Falk," "Gubo Jones." In that instant, Fang Senyan froze as if struck by lightning. The previously mild Caribbean sea breeze seemed to transform into blades of killing intent, crisscrossing around him. All the confusing and disjointed thoughts suddenly connected like threads, fully revealing the conspiracy that had been shrouded in mist around those contractors to Fang Senyan! "Damn it..." Fang Senyan grit his teeth, glancing up toward Davy Jones's cabin in the distance. "I planned to use this secret later, but I didn't expect you lot to grasp this information as well..." "And even dig deeper and further! How can I let you succeed? If you idiots manage this, won't my hidden interests suffer a massive blow?" Fang Senyan immediately exerted himself and began to run wildly! The deck was teeming with pirates, and he couldn't afford to be polite, knocking people off balance as he rushed straight toward the captain's cabin, grabbing a pirate urgently, "Is the Captain inside?" That pirate, a confidant of Davy Jones, brushed off Fang Senyan's hand and irritably pulled at his half-open collar, "Something just happened below—it seems the gunpowder had a minor issue. The Boss went down to check."

A pirate ship, naturally, could not function without a powder magazine; otherwise, engaging in battle would put them at a severe disadvantage due to the lack of ranged attack options. However, the powder magazine also served as a critically fatal weak point. If an enemy's red-hot solid shot happened to land directly in the magazine! It would undoubtedly signify the end of the battle. Therefore, in this era, on any ship capable of combat, the most heavily guarded area wasn't the cargo hold, but the powder magazine. Any disturbance there, even a minor one, would bring the Captain out personally. Hearing this, Fang Senyan didn't hesitate and bolted downwards.

He was running down recklessly now, even crudely breaking the railing of the ladder leading below deck to save a fraction of a second, leaping down. Regrettably, when Fang Senyan landed amidst splintered pieces of railing, he saw Davy Jones standing about thirty meters away, his back to him, carefully examining the lock on the powder magazine door. The young man who strongly resembled Lord Falk was hidden in the narrow passage behind Davy Jones, about fifteen to sixteen meters separating them. The young man's face was concealed by a black cloth mask, giving him a demeanor reminiscent of Zorro. Two contractors accompanied him. Then, the young man impatiently stepped out, holding a common flintlock pistol of the era in his right hand, coldly aiming it at Davy Jones's back, and pulled the trigger... Fired. The moment the shot rang out, Davy Jones instantly turned his head. His dismissive expression was as if he were looking at a stinking insect he disdained crushing. His right hand rested on the sailor's knife at his waist, his eyes filled with murderous intent!

Fang Senyan roared out, "N! Boss! He's from the Falk family—" But in that very instant, Fang Senyan saw one of the contractors accompanying the young man from the Falk family turn his head. Those eyes, those clearly defined black and white eyes, possessed an extreme penetrating power, instantly locking onto Fang Senyan's eyes, penetrating to his core! Although the owner's outward appearance had drastically changed, the strange magic in his pupils remained unaltered, threatening to shatter one's will and utterly overwhelm the spirit! In that moment, Fang Senyan felt the air around him seem to solidify! Watching the opponent's movement was like watching a slow-motion replay in a movie. The contractor raised his right hand, palm facing this direction with a clean, white hand! Though there were no visible signs, Fang Senyan felt an indescribable, transparent barrier instantly rush towards him! He immediately crossed his arms to block in front of him, yet still felt as if he had been struck head-on by a massive, swinging hammer. Stars burst before his eyes, and he was flung backward through the air. A searing, metallic taste surged up his throat, and he felt agonizing pain ripple across his back, while hearing a continuous series of crashing sounds—evidently, several bulkheads on the ship had suffered damage.

But just as Fang Senyan was flying backward through the air, a glance from the corner of his eye caught Davy Jones's expression changing drastically mid-counterattack. The sailor's knife he had already drawn and swung mid-air immediately deflected, slashing sideways into the adjacent bulkhead. The bulkhead instantly fragmented, and with a piercing crack, a massive fissure, seven or eight meters long, appeared! It looked as if two invisible giant hands had physically pried the bulkhead apart from above and below! Had the young man from the Falk family taken that strike, not even a speck of dust would have remained of his corpse!

Simultaneously, the lead ball fired from the flintlock pistol in the young man from the Falk family’s chamber was still relentlessly flying toward Davy Jones's chest! Given the overwhelming power Davy Jones was currently demonstrating, that single lead ball would at best only graze his skin. Yet, even so, Davy Jones twisted his body to evade it. The agility displayed by the stout, volatile pirate was astonishing and showed that Fang Senyan's warning had successfully put him on high alert. At the same time, Fang Senyan received notifications: Davy Jones Favorability +20 / Caribbean Pirates Reputation +2000 / Flying Dutchman Pirates Reputation increased by an additional 2000.

However, just as his opponents seemed on the verge of success, a tentacle suddenly shot out from the miniature fish tank that Davy Jones held in his left hand with a slosh! The tentacle was miniature when it first emerged but grew rapidly, expanding until it reached the thickness of a human arm—a flesh-red appendage densely covered in suckers. The tentacle circled once, blocking in front of Davy Jones. The tip of the tentacle formed a curve in a surprisingly humanlike manner, resembling a child carefully hooking their finger to flick a marble. This tentacle was aimed precisely at the incoming lead projectile!!!

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