Fairy’s Box

As night fell, the moon climbed up the sky, swaying pieces of cold silver light. Under the bright moonlight, you can clearly see the undulating waves on the sea surface.

The dark night covered all the scenery inside. Hundreds of warships were lined up in formations separated from each other, spreading thousands of yards from left to right, forming an unprecedented combined fleet in Uncharted Seas.

The majestic fleet of the super-large fleet rolled over the wind and waves, like ink stains that gradually blackened the sea, rapidly approaching the sea in the direction of the Ghost Islands.

In the command room of the flagship of the Blackbeard Fleet, the thick-lipped beauty pirate under the Whitebeard stood in front of the crowd across a conference table, staring at Yale with straight eyes and a face full of surprise. After a few seconds, he turned his gaze again. Turning to the people behind him:

"You plan to take these people to the Silent Labyrinth?"

"On their territory, if those undead have murderous intentions, then it's useless how many people I bring." The elbow of the black-haired knight's left arm rested on the armrest, and his hand was clenched into a fist to support his face, sitting in the command room. On the top, a pair of eyes looked at the female pirate, and at the same time explained with reason.

"Then, as the supreme commander of the fleet, why did you personally go to the undead's lair for danger?" The female pirate Whitebey put her hands on the table, bent down, and stared intently at the big pirate in front of her.

"The United Fleet has approached their door, blocking the entire northwest waters of the Ghost Islands, with an aggressive attitude of causing war. If they don't step back and release their sincerity, why do those undead believe in the sincerity of our peace talks?"

The black-haired knight was still able to handle it with ease, and his answer was well-founded.

"I always feel...you have something completely different from us"

Whitebee narrowed his eyes, as if to close the distance between the two, his body kept leaning forward, and finally he almost fell on the table. With this action, the collar of the short shirt on her chest was stretched open, and the two plump and straight white rabbits almost broke through the neckline, revealing a white and smooth career line.

"Yes, because I am the commander of the first combined fleet."

Yale stared at the beautiful scenery in front of him, his eyes gradually moved up, and when he met the bold and fiery eyes of the female pirate, he showed an admiring smile.

"Looking forward to your triumphant return."

When the female pirate finished speaking, she put out a bit of her tongue, licked her plump red lips, and gave a wink without shyness. Then, ignoring the different expressions of everyone, he twisted his hips and turned around, and left the command room gracefully.

Pirates... They are very open to each other.

If you are pleasing to the eye, you are pitiful, you are in a bad mood, or you are simply interested, you can have a friendship cannon at any time.

This style of life is the same for pirate leaders, but pirates of this level have more or less eccentricities. The male boss is okay, the big deal is to grab the women of the islanders, just adjust them to suit their own tastes.

It is not easy for female pirates, especially pirates at the level of Whitebee, to find an ideal partner. The natives of the islanders dislike it, and the pirates are rich in crooked melons and cracked dates. It is really looking for a needle in a haystack to want a **** who looks reasonable.

Yale, the big pirate Blackbeard, is naturally much stronger than the original one, and it can be said that it is more like the original than the original. In the past, when I had black lines, I often scared children to tears, not because they were ugly, but because they looked particularly fierce and fierce.

Now, as the black-haired knight matures, the fierceness of the youth has been restrained a lot. Although it is still not very popular with girls, it is in line with the public's impression and expectations of the superior.

Even if there is a bald head and makeup reduction at this time, even if you sit here and do nothing, you can make people feel that they are very handsome, not angry, and they are not the same level of aura as the leader of the idle pirates.

If he had the heart, the female pirates he caught could probably form a small fleet - unfortunately, there are big cats in the house, and they can make a fuss if they smell the vinegar. If something happened, the consequences would be unimaginable.

...

"Ha ha!"

After Cara watched Whitebee leave, she laughed twice with malicious intent, and was about to say a dirty joke between men. Before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a needle-like sharpness scraping on his face, causing goosebumps on his body.

He turned his head suspiciously, his eyes just met Lydia's cold eyes, his throat suddenly became dry, and he immediately swallowed the meat jokes into his throat, and his face changed into an indignant expression:

"Boss, that girl actually flirts with you!"

"Then let her flirt..."

Yale's current attention is obviously not on this matter. He is holding a yellow-brown parchment scroll that the female pirate has just handed over, and is carefully reading the content on it - this is the ghost island shot from the opposite side of the sea. The letter that came, just landed near Whitebeard's fleet, and was sent by the big pirate to his commander-in-chief.

"What did the letter say?" Bruno asked nervously, seeing that his expression was getting more and more wrong.

"Nothing was said... Asking us to anchor our fleet thirty nautical miles away from the Ghost Islands and wait for their next instructions... is ridiculous!"

The black-haired knight angrily tore the parchment in two pieces and threw it on the table, closed his eyes for a few seconds, and said:

"Nancy, help me draft a letter."

"it is good!"

The girl gave a crisp response, quickly found a parchment roll and spread it on the table, took out the quill, and dipped it in ink and waited for the next.

"Tell the undead that I will only give them two hours. Either negotiate with me in person, or wait for the war, the place of the negotiation can be designated by them, and our team of envoys is only seven people, not including any one but me Great pirate!"

...

Half an hour after Yale's reply was sent, a paddle boat came from the direction of Ghost Island. It didn't look badly rotted, and it seemed that it had just become a ghost ship not long ago.

The member of the small ghost ship is a wraith, eight skeleton frames wrapped in leather armor, holding the envoy flag and rowing in front of the combined fleet. When there was still about a nautical mile away, the ghost ship stopped sailing and moored on the opposite side of the fleet.

The headed resentful spirit floated up and slowly flew into the air, making a harsh scream:

"O living beings swept away by anger, please stop this aggressive advance immediately and give up all provocative actions, or you will be severely punished by the undead army. On behalf of the will of the awakened kings, I agree to your humble request , grant you permission to go to the Silent Labyrinth to meet the King of the Dead."

Not long after the voice fell, Yale and others took a light boat and sailed to the opposite side of the ghost ship, requesting to immediately go to the silent labyrinth to negotiate.

After verifying their identities, the Wraith Messenger asked them to give up all their belongings, not even accessories such as earrings and necklaces, before they welcomed everyone onto their boat.