Rock~ Rock~ Sway~ Rock~
Fang Yuan opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the deck of a ship. A pungent, fishy smell assaulted his nostrils, only slightly alleviated by the salty, damp sea breeze.
It appeared to be a merchant ship.
Leaning against a stack of wooden barrels, Fang Yuan didn't move, instead beginning to observe his surroundings.
The moment he entered the Portal, he knew this random World was the *pirates of the caribbean*.
However, Fang Yuan still needed to find out more about the current time period and his identity.
He began checking his current identity.
Every time Fang Yuan traveled to a new World through the System Panel, he would gain an identity that seamlessly integrated him into that World. However, recently he had either gone to old Worlds or traveled on his own, so this feature hadn't been triggered in a long time.
"Couldn't make a living working in England, so he ran off to be a sailor?"
"Truly unattached, as always," Fang Yuan sighed.
But he had already obtained what he wanted.
The year was 1722, and the current King of England was George I.
This ship departed from Great Britain, destined for Port Royal in the Caribbean Sea.
Fang Yuan remembered that in the *pirates of the caribbean* plot, the reigning King of England was George II, and George II ascended the throne in 1727, meaning the official plot was still several years away.
As for why Fang Yuan remembered the dates of George II's reign, it was thanks to George II's bizarre cause of death.
Dying from internal hemorrhage caused by straining too hard while defecating... he was the first king in history to die on the toilet.
"Hey, you lazy bums!"
Just then, a lavishly dressed White fat man kicked Fang Yuan's foot, as well as the feet of several other sailors nearby.
He pointed haughtily at the scattered cargo boxes on the deck, which had been dislodged by the rocking, and said, "I didn't hire you to enjoy the sea breeze! Go and rearrange them immediately!"
The sailors reluctantly got up. Someone complained, "Those things were just stacked a little while ago. That miser won't even spare a piece of rope."
"Shh, keep it down!" someone quickly warned. "Lord Lowry is notoriously difficult to deal with. Be careful, or you'll be tied to the mast!"
Fang Yuan also stood up with the group, though he knew the real reason why.
Life at sea was too idle; they had to find things for the sailors to do to expend their energy, otherwise, the Captain would have trouble controlling so many people.
However, Fang Yuan was lazy enough to be a hands-off boss even in other Worlds; how could he possibly work for a capitalist?
He rested his hand on a box and fiddled with it without actually moving it, then observed his surroundings.
The ship was fully loaded with cargo, carrying about a few dozen people. Only the merchant Lowry, the Captain, and their direct subordinates looked relatively well-fed.
Everyone else, like the sailors surrounding Fang Yuan, was filthy, with grimy faces and a foul odor emanating from their bodies.
Being a sailor on a ship was worse than being livestock.
But considering the level of hygiene in Europe at that time, most places, save for a few exceptions, weren't much better than pigsties.
Fang Yuan's attire was similar to the other sailors, but because it was his first time on the ship, his scent was much milder.
"What future is there in being a sailor? Now that I'm here, how can I not become a pirate?" Fang Yuan chuckled internally.
His goal in this World was to exceed 150 Fame, which was extremely difficult in an era without electricity or the internet.
Normally, becoming a pirate would certainly not be a promising choice, but Fang Yuan wasn't just here to complete a mission; he was mostly here to have fun.
Develop influence on shore, overthrow the King, subvert nations?
Or perhaps start the Industrial Revolution, become a capitalist, and subvert nations?
How could any of that be as fun as being a pirate?
After all, the protagonists of this World were pirates; he had to respect the local culture.
It didn't take Fang Yuan long to decide how he would accumulate Fame.
Become the Pirate King—Ptooey, wait, it should be—
The Pirate King!
"Pirates!"
Fang Yuan was just thinking this when a sailor's loud shout suddenly reached his ears.
He turned his head and saw a large, pitch-black ship sailing toward them. Many people recognized this ship; it had previously flown the flag of England, but now it bore a Skull Flag.
Everyone on the merchant ship panicked.
"Bring out the cannons!"
The Captain quickly called the sailors to prepare defensive measures.
But when Fang Yuan saw the "cannons" the Captain spoke of, he immediately found it amusing.
"Only two cannons?" The Captain's eyes widened. He then lashed out at the merchant Lowry, "Didn't you say we had eight cannons?"
Lowry wiped the sweat from his face. "Cannons are too expensive and take up too much space. I cleared the area to stack more cargo."
The Captain was so angry he nearly turned into a pirate himself and stabbed Lowry.
Since they only had two cannons, there was no need to struggle.
After firing two shots in an attempt to threaten the pirates, the merchant ship's weakness was quickly exposed. The pirate ship fired a full broadside, with nearly twenty cannonballs splashing into the Water, instantly disheartening everyone on the merchant ship.
The Captain attempted to flee, but the pirate ship relied on speed for its livelihood, and they were quickly overtaken.
"Don't resist, don't provoke them! Give them some tribute, and we'll be fine!" Lowry shouted, constantly wiping his sweat.
Clearly, the merchant was worried that provoking the pirates would lead to a full-scale attack, resulting in him losing even more cargo.
"Tch..." the Captain sneered, "Foolish!"
As someone who made a living at sea, the Captain understood the situation far better than the merchant.
While generally, pirates wouldn't massacre everyone on a cargo ship—as that would be killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, and eventually, who would sail anymore?—
Pirates might let the crew go, but they would never spare the cargo. They would be lucky if the pirates left them enough supplies to reach shore. Did this merchant really think giving the pirates a small offering would make them leave?
What kind of Caribbean joke was that!
But the Captain had no intention of warning him. Since they couldn't beat the pirates anyway, why risk his life?
It wasn't his cargo, after all.
After the pirate ship drew near, a group of pirates rushed over, howling, crossing the wooden plank, and quickly seizing control of the entire merchant ship.
Fang Yuan crouched amongst the crowd, his eyes constantly sizing up the pirates, estimating the gap in strength between himself and them.
The group of pirates who boarded numbered around twenty, roughly half the total crew, meaning the pirate ship had about forty to fifty pirates in total.
Fang Yuan clenched his fist, finding that his strength had indeed dropped to a normal level, only slightly greater than an average person's—roughly equivalent to the physical fitness of a special forces soldier.
"But it's enough!"
Fang Yuan nodded. The protagonists of *pirates of the caribbean* were all ordinary people whose physical fitness couldn't even compare to his.
Furthermore, although his true strength was sealed, Fang Yuan still retained the combat knowledge in his mind. Even if he wasn't as powerful as when equipped with the Fighting Template, it was enough to make him a God of War in this World.
"Therefore..."
Amidst the sorrowful atmosphere of those around him, the corner of Fang Yuan's mouth suddenly curled up.
"I'm taking this pirate ship!"
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