Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 33: Shark Caught in the Net 1

Translator: Cinder Translations

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The snow-white waves gently caressed the shore, while occasional seagull cries echoed in the sky. Under the sunlight, the ocean resembled a pristine blue mirror, reflecting the azure sky above. It should have been a perfect day for setting sail, but the Frand harbor area was unusually quiet at this time. The fishermen who usually worked there and the merchants engaged in transportation business were nowhere to be seen, as nobody wanted to get involved in trouble.

"Row faster!" Not far from the shore, a dozen pirates exerted themselves to row the oars with all their might. Among them was Shark, the leader of the pirate gang. They had abandoned their other pirate brothers who were still guarding the city gates and quietly returned to the church. There, they gathered the gold, silver, and jewels they had collected over the past few days and stealthily transported them to the dock area. They prepared a sailing boat to slip away quietly, but just as they were about to untie the mooring ropes, Schroder led soldiers in a surprise attack on the dock area.

The pirates were taken aback, ignoring their brothers who hadn't arrived yet. They cut the mooring ropes and raised the sails to escape. Schroder ordered pursuit and personally led the soldiers to board two ships still docked at the pier, chasing after the pirates' ship.

Although the sea was calm at the moment, Shark felt like he was in the midst of a storm. He cursed continuously, from Grayman to the lackeys beside him (in his opinion). However, the soldiers operating the ships were getting closer and closer to them. On one hand, the pirates didn't have enough manpower; there were only twenty-some of them. On the other hand, the gold and silver treasures they carried were too heavy. But asking Shark to abandon these treasures was basically impossible.

"I suggest you surrender obediently. I can plead with the local lord for mercy on your behalf and have your death sentence pardoned."

A weak voice sounded, coming from a young man whose hands were tied behind his back.

"Shut up!" Shark lunged forward and slapped the young man hard across the face. "You better keep quiet. If you utter another word, I'll chop off your hand and feed it to the fish."

After receiving the slap, the young man remained silent.

This young man, named Quiller Foster, had arrived here from the south three months ago, boldly claiming to challenge the great pirate, Edward Howard. Goodness, didn't he know that anyone who had done this before had been thrown into the sea to feed the sharks? However, the wealthy regions of the south always had no shortage of such adventurous fools, especially those pampered young gentlemen who, after drinking enough wine and growing tired of women, sought some different kind of excitement.

Well, consider yourself lucky that Edward isn't here. He didn't let you be fed to real sharks, but I, as a shark, will entertain you properly. Seeing the young man's appearance, he must come from a wealthy background. After a few moves, he dug out his background; it turned out he was from the Foster Family of the Angle Bay Alliance, a prominent family in the Angle Bay area.

In that case, let the young man write a letter to his family, telling them to obediently bring money to redeem him. Even if the navy of the Angle Bay Alliance is formidable, it's impossible for them to send a fleet over two thousand miles to rescue a playboy in the Northwest Bay. With a substantial sum of wealth about to be received, occupying Frand would become a fait accompli. Spend some money to settle the surrounding lords, and maybe he could even become a noble.

But this beautiful future was ruined by that kid from the Grayman family. Hmph! After I get the money from the Foster family, I'll recruit soldiers and horses, and sooner or later, I'll come back and let that kid meet his father.