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Traits: life and death are determined, wealth is in the sky, all poisons are invulnerable...[Click to expand all 25 traits]
Skills: tank driving (proficient), biology (proficient), gun shooting (master)... [click to expand all 55 skills]
Fighting skills: Juhejutsu (Legendary), Mind Handling (Master), Navigation (Mastery)...[Click to expand all 41 fighting skills]
Abilities: Domineering Domineering (Basic), Corpse Whisperer, Psychic Power, Guardian of the Sand, Bullet Time, Mind Reading, Yin-Yang Eye
Props: Exquisite brass binoculars, Laura's Uzi guns, ancient Inca bone carving lucky charms...[Click to expand all 69 props]
Weapons: Dongting Lake [Main], Spear of Life [Vice]
Vehicle: Jackdaw
Reincarnation points: 134038
Reincarnation grade: B grade
This is Chen Feng's current reincarnation panel, plus the curse of immortality with Aztec gold coins.
It can be said to be terrifying!
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The sun sank to the horizon, and the orange afterglow flickered a few last times, and then night fell, and a wind from the northwest brought the mist of the island with it.
The Jackdaw floated on the sea, and the wind beat its sails again and again.
Although the island of death has been built into a residence and a dock, the crew are still used to staying on board under normal circumstances. They are more accustomed to the constant creaking of the hull and the feeling of floating in the vast ocean with only a few planks.
The people on the Jackdaw have long learned how to walk with the bumps of the waves, and they can walk freely on the ship as if nothing had happened.
And now besides the Jackdaw, Chen Feng also owns another large battleship named "Traveler".
It was confiscated during the last attack on the British Royal Navy, and captured more than a dozen naval soldiers who resisted stubbornly, and finally all "voluntarily" joined Chen Feng's pirate fleet.
After getting it, Chen Feng also ordered the sailors to repair Voyager.
First grounding the Voyager, then using blocks and rigging to tip the ship over, we torched the seaweed and barnacles off the hull, plugged cracks, and replaced rotten planks.
It was all under the direction of the ship's carpenter—a day he had been hoping for.
This is not surprising, this is the only opportunity for the carpenter to shout and shout at the quartermaster and the second officer, and the called people can only keep their mouths shut and work obediently.
Likewise, the Jackdaw's hull had just been repaired, her masts and rigging had been repaired, her shrouds were in good condition, her galley was well stocked, and her armory was full.
The sails are rolled up, the rigging on the mast is neatly hung, and there are rows of brass gun barrels on the artillery deck. The person sitting on the barrel has rough and dark skin due to long-term voyage, and his eyes are shining Adventurous and dangerous rays.
Five or six men were on deck, leather rum jugs at hand, barrels for chairs, and crates for tables, gambling.
Gambling was a great pastime for the crew, along with activities such as catching turtles, hunting birds, and possibly cattle, sheep, and pigs.
That's nothing.
At night, the lower decks of the ship smelled of shit, sweat, and sea water, as if every butcher shop, every tavern had its own smell, and every lower deck.
The scary thing is that after living in such an environment for a long time, you will soon get used to it.
That's the smell of a man, and there are ninety bad men on the Jackdaw now, and when they're not at their posts, climbing rigging, or gathering in the galley, they sleep on the gundeck side. cabins, or sleep in a hammock.
The crew loves rum to a sickly degree.
The language and manner in which they spoke of women was unbelievably vulgar (in the absence of "Tigress" Anna Marie, of course), and they liked nothing more than to argue loudly.
Therefore, Chen Feng had to emphasize the rules of the fleet. On the basis of the original "Pirate Code", he added several regulations that must be followed.
On the day the fleet was formed, Chen Feng had warned the crew on the stern deck that anyone who dozed off while on duty would be punished by being tarred and feathered.
Sexual intercourse between men and women will be punished by castration, smoking is prohibited on the lower deck, and urinating on the ballast is prohibited.
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Chapter 256 99 souls!Heart of Davy Jones!
Now, in the corner of a crowded little bar in Tortuga, Jack is sitting with his feet crossed.
Christopher is busy recruiting the 99 souls that Jack needs most.
Jack drank a large glass of wine, but his ears were not idle.
Christopher's promise to hopeful sailors that the Black Pearl will be an unforgettable experience.
Of course, this is Tortuga after all, so everyone who applied for the recruitment was mentally weak and vulnerable.
"I have only one arm and one broken leg," an old sailor told Christopher.
"The lookout is yours," Christopher replied.
After a few interviews, Christopher walked up to Jack.
"How's the situation?" Jack asked Christopher, looking up.
"Count these four? Then we have four." Christopher sighed.
This number made him very worried, and he hastily added: "It's my bad luck."
Jack raised his eyebrows and said, "I never promise anything, and he doesn't like promises."
"You'd better come up with a new plan, Jack, and you'd better not count on it. Everyone knows that since you lost your compass, your luck is not working."
Christopher is back in the pitifully small field of conscripts, and Jack is sullen.
"What's your story?" Christopher asked the next sailor.
The man was drunk and unshaven, but his eyes were clear.
"My story," the man replied, "is the same as yours, only a chapter later."
"I was determined to capture a notorious pirate, and sailed the seven seas to find him, and for that I lost my career, and all the long pursuits cost me my crew, my rank, and my life. "
Christopher carefully identified the person in front of him. "The Commodore?" he asked.
He suddenly recognized him. This man was Commodore Norrington—the man who had chased Jack and the Black Pearl all the way.
"It's not anymore." The ex-marine replied, he threw the bottle down, "What do you mean? Can I be your crew?"