It had to be said—Newgate's knowledge of navigation was extremely extensive. Over the past month, the Sea Dog had not taken a single detour.
They were always able to reach every supply point with perfect accuracy.
A week ago, System KK had run away. However, before跑路, out of what it called "humanitarian concern," it gifted Jack a whole box of gan cuì miàn.
Damn it. Jack felt that this system was deliberately disgusting him before leaving—actually giving him an entire box of gan cuì miàn.
That said, fairness was fairness. Gan cuì miàn really was delicious.
And if the system wanted to run, then let it run. As long as he had Godzilla, he could still stand at the top of this world.
"Oh, by the gods above—every bite of this, it really doesn't feel like food from the mortal world."
Newgate carefully savored the gan cuì miàn Jack handed him.
"Right? Xiao Huan Xiong's instant noodles actually taste pretty good."
"Xiao Huan Xiong? These strange characters… they're read as Xiao Huan Xiong?" Newgate asked curiously.
"That's right, Xiao Huan Xiong. By the way, do you know how much an Unsullied costs?"
"Unsullied aren't sold individually. Usually the minimum is a squad of ten—between two hundred seventy and three hundred gold coins.
It completely depends on whether the slaver feels like ripping you off. Sometimes they won't even start selling unless you buy at least a hundred."
"Unsullied aren't sold individually? And the minimum is ten?" Jack's face went full what the hell.
He wasn't very clear on the exact price of the Unsullied. He only knew they were expensive—but just how expensive, he hadn't really understood.
According to the original story, after Daenerys looted Xaro's palace and bought ships, the money she had left was only enough to buy around a hundred Unsullied.
In the end, she used a baby dragon to pull an empty-handed con and obtained eight thousand Unsullied.
Of course, Daenerys's method wasn't realistic—because she had living dragons.
And in the hundreds of years of Astapor's history, they had never encountered someone as utterly shameless as Dany—someone who would just straight-up pull an empty-handed scam.
This was also why the Great Masters of Astapor handed over full command authority of the Unsullied to Daenerys without holding anything back.
The result was obvious. The Great Masters underestimated her. They didn't dodge. And they were burned alive by dragonfire.
In a certain sense, Daenerys was basically a perfect pirate.
First she looted Xaro's palace, bought ships, then turned around and robbed Astapor of its Unsullied.
Of course, maybe Dany hadn't planned it that way originally—but under a series of coincidences, the gods really did hand her dragons and an army on a silver platter.
Jack currently had 312 gold coins in hand, all looted over the past month. On average, a small merchant ship provided him with about ten gold coins.
Several small pirate crews had even wanted to follow Jack, but he had refused them all.
To Jack, pirates were far inferior to slaves in both loyalty and competence.
These pirates only knew how to slack off and cut corners. Seeing that Jack was young, they wanted him to support them for free.
"How long until we reach Astapor?" Jack asked.
"About one more month. Your ship is extremely fast—this is very strange. Normally, at our speed, it should take at least half a year to reach Slaver's Bay."
"Maybe I'm a lucky man blessed by the Sea God. The ocean goddess might've even lifted her skirt for me."
Jack didn't explain Poseidon's existence to Newgate. To him, Poseidon was more like a trump card—something that could save his life at a critical moment.
"That's truly insane. May I ask what kind of underwear the ocean goddess wears? Sorry, I don't mean to offend."
Newgate was no longer as restrained as he had been at the beginning.
He had discovered that Jack was very easy to get along with—nothing like the brutal and overbearing pirates he had imagined.
"Uh… probably white stockings with a thong. Pure yet seductive. I'd love it to death."
Newgate didn't know what white stockings or a thong were, but they had to be beautiful. The ocean goddess couldn't possibly wear ugly clothes.
While Jack steered the Sea Dog toward Astapor, undercurrents also began to surge through Westeros.
Ever since Robert Baratheon sat upon the Iron Throne, the entire kingdom had grown restless.
It was as if an invisible black hand was stirring the winds behind the scenes, constantly creating chaos.
Although Robert indulged himself in wine and women after ascending the throne, that didn't mean his brain had been filled entirely with wine.
He keenly sensed that something was wrong—Jon Arryn's death was far too suspicious.
By all logic, Jon Arryn could have easily lived another five years, yet he suddenly fell ill and died.
Most importantly, before this, Robert had not heard a single hint or rumor. That was the key issue.
By the time he received the news, his foster father Jon Arryn was already dead.
To deal with the potential crisis, Robert chose to travel to the howling, bitter lands of the North—to invite his old friend Eddard Stark.
As the Duke of the North, if Eddard Stark could serve as Hand of the King, it would undoubtedly help Robert shoulder a massive portion of the pressure.
(End of Chapter)