"I haven't heard your name," Barbossa said, fully alert.
"I'd be surprised if you had," Morin replied calmly, looking at the pirates aiming swords and guns at him.
"But that's fine. You'll know it soon enough."
"This ship is good. You're not bad either."
"It's just that these pirates..."
"...are no longer needed."
"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Barbossa thought Morin had lost his mind.
"Even if you can kill those of us under the immortal curse, there are dozens of us!" Barbossa roared.
"Even if we each fire one shot, you'll die! And do you think I'm the kind of man who would surrender? Even if I die, or jump into the sea and get eaten, or rot forever in a fish's belly, there's no way I would-"
Lightning flashed.
Barbossa was still standing where he was.
Morin hadn't moved.
Only the former immortal crew of the Black Pearl had changed.
They were now a pile of charred corpses.
"I'm talking about this," Morin said slowly.
"Become my subordinate."
"And I'll give you what you want."
"Boss!"
Barbossa dropped his sword instantly.
Morin: "..."
He'd planned to explain the reward.
He didn't even get the chance.
As expected of someone who could maintain a love-hate relationship with Jack for so long.
Shamelessness.
Pragmatism.
They were evenly matched.
At the same time, in Weatherby's mansion-
Turner held a longsword, cut down several pirates, and rushed upstairs.
"Turner?"
Elizabeth, hidden inside a wardrobe by two pirates, froze.
She didn't dare make a sound.
Then the light disappeared.
Her heart skipped.
A single eyeball blocked the crack in the door.
"Found you..."
Then another voice followed.
"Why can't I see anything?"
"Because you're using the fake eye, you idiot!" another pirate snapped.
"Who cares!" The pirate yanked the door open and dragged Elizabeth out, raising his weapon.
"Wait!" Elizabeth shouted.
"I demand negotiations! I want to see your captain!"
"Negotiate?" the fake-eye pirate sneered.
"With a pirate?"
"Shut up!" the other roared.
"If she wants to see the captain, that counts as negotiation!"
"Tsk-"
The pirate's body jerked.
A blade pierced straight through his heart.
"I'm sorry," Turner said coldly, holding a rapier behind him.
"I won't let you take her."
At the same moment, an unseen fluctuation passed through Turner's body, into the rapier, and into the pirate.
The buff Morin had left behind.
Morin hadn't known the Aura of Justice could counter this curse.
But he had other methods.
Purification solved most curses.
And Morin had mana to spare.
When you had enough mana, rules bent.
"Hahaha! Idiot, we're immortal-huh?"
The pirate laughed, then froze.
Pain.
He looked down.
Blood flowed from the hole in his chest.
Blood?
Wasn't he supposed to be an immortal skeleton?
Cold followed.
Then burning heat.
Then death.
"...Immortal?" Turner pulled his rapier free, staring at the corpse in disbelief.
He turned to the remaining pirate.
"How did you do that?!" The pirate screamed, terrified, even forgetting Elizabeth.
They were immortal.
That was the curse.
And yet an ordinary-looking man-just handsome-had killed them with a normal sword.
How could that not terrify him?
"Tsk."
Turner seized the moment and thrust cleanly.
Two hours of daily training were not wasted.
"I... I'm dead..."
The pirate collapsed, bleeding out.
"Turner..." Elizabeth whispered, throwing herself into his arms.
Turner hugged her instinctively.
...She felt a little thin.
"Don't be afraid," he said. "I'm here."
He didn't think much of the sensation.
It was his first time holding a woman.
The fragrance and sheer nightgown had already taken all his attention.
"Did you bring any other weapons?" Elizabeth suddenly asked.
"N-no?" Turner froze.
"I think I was poked by something..."
"..."
Silence.
They separated instantly.
"Ahem," Turner coughed, face red.
"Elizabeth... do you still have the gold coin?"
"...You know?" Her attention shifted immediately.
"Yes," Turner said seriously.
"That coin belonged to my father. It's cursed. That's why they wanted it."
"Thank you. Without you, I wouldn't have survived back then."
"But now, please give it back. It's too dangerous."
"Okay..."
Elizabeth removed the coin and placed it in his hand.
"Your father may have been a pirate," she whispered,
"but you are not."
"I know."
Turner looked at her, the warmth of the coin in his palm making his heart race.
"Boss, what should I do now?" Barbossa asked with a smile.
"First, throw the bodies into the sea," Morin said.
"Then dock the Black Pearl."
"...Boss, I'd love to," Barbossa said carefully,
"but I can't sail a ship this big alone. And if I enter a Royal Navy port..."
"...It'd be unfortunate if your loyal subordinate died on day one."
"I'll whitewash your identity later," Morin waved it off.
"As for the ship..."
The Sword of Eden vanished from his hand.
A bottle of rum appeared.
He took several gulps, then nodded at the new status.
[Sailing Skills:Temporary]
For Morin, the most broken part of [Beer-Man Constitution] was simple.
Temporary skills were basically permanent.
If it entered his mind and he wanted to remember it, he could.
As for why he still drank-
Respect.
Exploiting a bug quietly was one thing.
Abusing it openly was another.
His system was reckless enough already.
No need to tempt fate.
What if the next world was prehistoric?
That would be troublesome.
Soon, Morin sailed the Black Pearl toward the port alone.
Barbossa stayed obediently aside.
Absolute strength rendered schemes meaningless.
The port's defenses had been mostly destroyed earlier.
Morin disembarked in advance, found Norrington and Weatherby, and explained everything.
He still intended to use the Black Pearl legitimately.
Whitewashing it mattered.
He'd considered importing ship parts from another world.
Too disruptive.
Causing trouble was fine.
Losing control wasn't.
Influence and control were different.
He wasn't in a hurry anyway.
A sailing vacation sounded nice.
"Of course," Weatherby said after hearing everything.
"So long as you understand the risk."
They knew it broke rules.
They agreed anyway.
They had no leverage.
And no reason to resist.
One pirate remained.
What trouble could that cause?
Compared to Morin, who had descended like a god?
They weren't stupid.
"However," Weatherby added,
"if the royal family learns a pirate was spared..."
"I'll give them legitimate identities," Morin said calmly.
"They'll work for me."
"If that's the case," Weatherby nodded quickly,
"then it's perfect."
"I'll remove the black sails," Morin said.
"You handle the explanation."
"You can trust me," Weatherby replied.
"Mr. Morin," Norrington said solemnly,
"I'll report your deeds. Killing pirates, recovering losses, preventing casualties."
"You deserve a reward. A knighthood, at least."
"No need," Morin shook his head.
He didn't care about titles.
If they were useful, fine.
If not, meaningless.
More importantly-
Reward.
That implied hierarchy.
His current profession was [Tavern Owner].
There was no one above him.
Being placed beneath someone else for no reason?
Unacceptable.
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