When Cuaron forcibly regained his footing, the wielder of those great twin axes stood out from the shattered fragments of the tattered cabin wall. He was a huge man with a black bandana across his head. Reaching at least 2.2 metres in height, both his hands were wearing black cortex gloves. A striking stitched up scar laid bare on his skin, and bizarre 10 cm long blood stained metal spikes extended out from the periphery of his body. He looked as if a parasite was living in his body, causing those metal spikes to poke out of his skin!
That gigantic man let out a beastly roar, dragging his terrifying weapon as he charged towards the pirates. He appeared as if his body was the shield, while the terrifying weapons he wielded were objects he was protecting. A bad odour emitted from his body, the kind of odour a boiled rotting corpse would produce; inducing a nauseous reaction. An experienced and old pirate frighteningly shouted out.
“Decaying undead!!! It’s the voodoo cult’s decaying undead!”
Voodoo cult was the most infamous evil cult in the Pirates of the Caribbean, and Blackbeard was proficient in such dark witchcraft. In Pirates of the Caribbean 4, his core members were revived as undead.
The decaying undead was another extremely sinister existence, it was created with the strongest organs and body parts of dead corpses; stitching together to form this monster. Once created, it would not live very long on this earth, however, while it lived, it wouldn’t know pain nor fatigue. Under the control of a voodoo sorcerer utilizing various treacherous magic to infuse into it, its appearance signals the start of a campaign of blood and death.
Two other persons appeared behind the decaying undead.
The first was a black old man whose brush-cut hair and beard had turned white. A red cloth circled his waist like a belt, and on his face were two coiled serpents drawn with white powder. His walking pattern was peculiar – moving forward while in a half squat position, he looked extremely strange and unstable.
Beside him was a sturdy young man wearing an ash-grey bandana, his face brimming with vitality. Breathing heavily, he held onto an eccentric curved blade. This man was Captain Guatas of the main ship under Fernandez. Suddenly, from the other passageways, a huge amount of fully equipped sailors charged to the pirates; roaring out loud with weapons raised.
This was obviously a meticulously devised trap.
The merchant Fernandez had long ago predicted that pirates would engage them in naval boarding battles, because no greedy pirate would foolishly sink a ship without looting it first. Hence, he had prepared a few venomous voodoo sect arch sorcerers to set up these snares on the merchant ship, laying down countermeasures against any aggressors!
In contrast to the pirates, Ammand felt a sense of danger but not crisis. Earlier on when fighting his way in, he had detailedly clear up all the enemies in his path. Thus, his retreating route was clear and he could easily turn around and return back to the Bell and Mug.
Besides, Ammand was a future Pirate Lord, once back on his own deck and after ordering his men to cut off the binding ropes, Ammand would be able to command the flexible Bell and Mug to swiftly sail away under his unparalleled leadership. When that happens, this semi-wrecked heavy merchant ship would have no chance of chasing them. Following that, separated by the vast sea, no matter how strong the decaying undead was and how elite the mercenaries were, they would be rendered powerless and be toyed to death!
“Retreat!” Ammand decisively ordered. As the proverb goes, defeated troops are like a landslide. Although the pirates were fairly experienced in escaping, some were still heavily injured; nevertheless, the price they paid was still acceptable.
When Ammand eventually stepped out onto the deck, he immediately noticed 3 jolly boats were leaning against the Bell and Mug, with Spanish Paragon fleet soldiers swarming up like ants! An icy chill enveloping over his body instantly. The enemy’s pitfall held such ruthlessness, and had already planned beforehand to cut off his escape route!
“Not good! I need to return to the Bell and Mug at once. If the Spanish captures our deck, this place will be our graves!” After experiencing a hundred battles, the grim Ammand made this resolution.
He signalled to the injured crew head, Cuaron. Cuaron snapped out of his daze, both eyes turning red he roared out crazily and turned around without second thoughts; leading a group of loyal elite pirates to block up the door to the merchant ship’s hold. Striving their best to prevent the deadly decaying undead from rushing out. Bluntly speaking, they were sacrificing themselves, buying a few precious minutes for their captain.
With a sunken expression, Ammand marched towards his own pirate ship. All of a sudden, from the merchant ship’s edge window, a vigorous figure leapt out without hesitation – Captain Guatas!
Following that, several other mercenaries holding onto blades with their mouths, leapt out to block Ammand’s retreating route! Pressing his left hand on his chest, Guatas offered a humble slight bow like an elegant gentleman. Still, his right hand remained steadily near his waist, on the hilt of his sword. There was a gap of 12 metres between them, and this gap was like a dreadful moat to Ammand at this moment.
“What an elaborate trap…..” Sheyan leaned on the main mast, tilting his head in deep thought towards the opposing merchant ship.
“Utilizing jolly boats to deal a fatal blow, this sort of battle tactic could definitely be ranked near the top of tactics in the past four centuries. Thinking from this perspective, there should probably be contestants who have infiltrated the ranks of the Spanish Paragon fleet. Furthermore, their status and reputation should be pretty high, and thus was able to materialize this battle plan into reality. Ammand, oh Ammand, in terms of combat style yours seem to consist of great skill and strategy in addition to your graceful demeanor, yet the greedy nature of a pirate has already been lodged deep into your bones. That was why others could successfully predict your move.”
“They have more men than us.” Sheyan gently squinted his eyes, focusing his gaze 7-8 metres away onto the Spanish Paragon fleet soldiers that were prepared to assault. Then, he shifted it to the ashen-faced, clueless pirates on deck.
“Their weapons are better than ours.” Sheyan once again glanced at the fine swords hanging against the soldier’s waist, and then towards the trembling hand of an old pirate. He was holding onto a deficiently short kitchen knife, as his hand trembled with fear.
“Their morale is overwhelming.” This could be easily deduced from the soldier’s enthusiastic shoutings.
“But….”
“But they are not carrying any long range weapons!”
“Under this story’s weather, crashing waves would easily tower over and flood the hold of the jolly boats. Therefore, their drenched muskets should be rendered useless! Furthermore, the height they need to scale the Bell and Mug is close to 3 metres! Hence, they must employ climbing ropes with hooks to successfully ascend this ship!”
In a flash, the first spanish jolly boat had contacted the hull of the Bell and Mug. In a short span, a few strands of rope hooks were tossed up firmly hooking onto the rails of the ship. Several huge soldiers started climbing up the ship.
At this moment, Sheyan had already walked to the edge of the ship where the spanish soldiers were scaling. He casted an evil grin. His cool and composed look was a stark contrast to the horrified pirates.
Sheyan lifted up a heavy hatchet, a dual-handed hatchet that had chopped deeply onto the floor board during the previous combat. Sheyan then tied a hawser* around the tail of the hatchet. This hatchet was at least close to a 100 kg, but Sheyan’s mighty 11 points of strength was barely enough to lift it with one hand and rested it on his shoulder.
(*Hawser is a thick rope used for boats)
Although he could not be compared with the freakish decaying undead, it was enough to successfully command the attention of those pirates on board this deck.
Two spanish soldiers had just managed to climb aboard using the climbing ropes! Sheyan suddenly spun in his position, roaring loudly as he let loose the 100 kg dual hatchet. The hatchet surged forward horizontally with an oppressive whistling!
The two soldiers, who had just stumbled aboard and were still trying to get a foothold, was suddenly faced with an attack of such ferocity! They did not even have time to scream as they were swept away by the great force; finally letting out their miserable groans as they crashed into the sea! Looking at their comrades flying, the other spanish soldiers knew this sign pointed to disaster!
Following that several other spanish troops managed to climb aboard and charged forward, swinging their sabers viciously, with flesh rolling as blood splashed everywhere.
Simultaneously, 5-6 red long wounds appeared on Sheyan’s body! Blood gushed out, dyeing half of his body in a blink of an eye. Yet the dual-handed hatchet once again flew forward horizontally generating huge winds around it. Any planks of obstacles in its path were reduced to dust and fragments, the few soldiers were once again swept out of the ship’s railings. Frantically waving their limbs in mid air, they crashed into the water as their miserable wails died out!
One facing the multitudes, nevertheless, a total victory!
Such grandeur, such was the craziness of the moment! If one man holds the pass, ten thousand cannot pass!
Yet Sheyan did not retreat, not even by half a step!
The wind was raging in full force, as huge waves soared; crashing down into a million fragments behind him! Sheyan remained steadfast by the side of the ship. Ignoring the 7-6 lines of wounds, he tore off his tattered shirt. Clenching tightly onto that semi-cracked hatchet with one hand, he raised it to the heavens and released a crazy, thunderous roar!
“Come on, you morons!!”
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