At this time, on the other side of the island, the Flying Dutchman had jumped out of the sea, and Davy Jones, whose face was covered with tentacles, was looking at the island with a telescope.
Naturally, both the Blood Sail and the Black Pearl were discovered by him.
"Damn it, how come there are two ships! Jack Sparrow, I'm going to kill you!" Davy Jones looked at the Black Pearl and the Blood Sail docked on the other side of the island and were weighing anchor, and he suddenly became furious.
angry.
For Davy Jones, what is buried on this island is not only his heart, but also his past and his love, which are the things he cherishes most and does not want to remember.
Now that his most cherished and important things are being remembered, how can Davy Jones not be angry?
It's like when you come home and see your wife and Gundams in the closet being torn apart by naughty children, and your favorite figures are taken away, can you suppress the urge to kill?
Davy Jones does not need to suppress his murderous heart, and no bear relatives come out and say "he is just a child", and Davy Jones also has the power to kill these guys who dare to care about his heart.
So the angry Davy Jones ordered the Flying Dutchman to attack without hesitation.
"Sure enough, the Flying Dutchman has arrived." Chen Mo naturally spotted the menacing Dutchman immediately, but he didn't feel any nervousness.
On the other hand, Norrington looked a little nervous. After all, even he had heard of the evil reputation of Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman at sea, and knew how terrifying it was.
However, Chen Mo still showed no signs of nervousness at all. He just controlled the Blood Sail to raise the sail and anchor, and then said to Norrington: "Mr. First Officer, are you confident that you can pilot the Blood Sail to defeat the Flying Dutchman?"
Hearing Chen Mo's question, Norrington hesitated slightly, but soon he straightened his body seriously and seriously: "I will fulfill my duties and do my best!"
"Very good, then the Blood Sail is now under your command. Sink the moving coral reef for me!" Chen Mo issued an order to Norrington.
"Follow your orders, Captain!" Norrington responded, taking over the control of the Blood Sail from Chen Mo, and letting all the sailors get on the deck to prepare for the sword. At the same time, the Blood Sail also took advantage of the full sail and favorable wind.
, grabbed the flying Dutchman's head.
"The enemy ship is located 35° to the port side of the bow, two nautical miles away!" the lookout on the mast reported loudly.
"Turn starboard and meet the enemy on port side! Prepare artillery!" Although these instructions can be controlled directly, Norrington still habitually shouted the command loudly so that the whole ship could hear his voice.
In this era, the captain relies on shouting to command the entire ship, not only in the navy, but also in the army. It is really impossible to drive a warship with a low voice.
The Bloodsail's course turned slightly to allow the port side to be better aligned with the Flying Dutchman, and all the artillery was ready to fire.
"The enemy ship is located at 70° on the port bow, one and a half nautical miles away! It has entered the shooting range!" The lookout on the mast continued to report the distance.
"Steady! Full ship and half sail!" Norrington did not order to fire immediately after the enemy ship entered the range. Instead, while waiting for the enemy ship to get closer, he lowered half of the sail to slow down the ship.
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The Flying Dutchman's speed was not slow. As the only ship in the Caribbean that faced headwinds, it was faster than the Black Pearl. Even if there was no tailwind, it quickly approached the Bloodsail.
Norrington on the deck looked at the Flying Dutchman with his binoculars. At this time, he seemed to have regained the feeling of commanding a warship as a commodore.
Estimating that the flying Dutchman had entered the effective range, he immediately shouted: "Fire!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The thirty-five 28-pound guns on the port side of the Blood Sail roared angrily, slamming the shells at the Flying Dutchman one after another.
The artillery in this era relied entirely on manpower to load and launch, and the so-called artillery salvo could not be fired at the same time. Therefore, the so-called artillery salvo on a warship meant that one artillery was fired and the next artillery was fired immediately.
The analogy goes on.
Under normal circumstances, even the well-trained navies of various countries can fire a cannon only five seconds slower than the previous cannon after the loading is complete. They are already extremely elite and well-trained.
It usually takes five to ten minutes for them to reload once they fire. Even the most elite gunners of the British Royal Navy can achieve a very efficient reloading and shooting speed if they can do one shot every five minutes.
But this is completely different on the Blood Sail.
Battleships and artillery completely controlled by magic can not only fire a salvo, but can even complete the loading of an artillery piece and fire it again within one minute.
This also makes the Blood Sail's firepower extremely terrifying.
In particular, Norrington, as a former Commodore, still retained the habit of firing sequentially, staggering the two cannons for about five to ten seconds to fire sequentially.
As a result, the Blood Sail seemed as if its artillery had not stopped at all at this moment. The dozen or so cannons on the first deck had finished firing the first one, and when they were reloading and ready to fire, the last cannon had just finished firing.
Noticing this, Norrington once again adjusted the rhythm of artillery firing, so that the timing of firing between the last gun and the first gun on the first deck was connected, forming a cycle.
This time, the firepower poured out by the Blood Sail became even more terrifying.
The barrage-like bombardment drowned the Flying Dutchman almost instantly.
Although the Flying Dutchman is also a powerful warship in the Caribbean, in the final analysis it is just a pirate ship, or an old Dutch sailing ship from the 16th century.
Even with the blessing of magical power, when faced with the oversaturated firepower coverage of the latest 74-gun battleship, sawdust and seafood were quickly blown away, and the crew was completely the same color as the hull.
"Damn it! Dive down!" The bloodsail's firepower on the sea was so fierce that even Davy Jones couldn't bear it any longer.
At this time, almost one layer of the upper deck of the Flying Dutchman was cut off. Bloodsail's terrifying firepower and the accuracy of the artillery that did not require human control at all forced the Flying Dutchman to dive into the water to avoid the bombardment.
Noticing the Flying Dutchman's descent, Norrington ceased the bombardment.
"Captain, they dived underwater and we lost sight." Norrington reported to Chen Mo on the side. Although he had experienced hundreds of battles as a member of the Royal Navy, he had never seen such a scene where he dived when he couldn't win.
Pass.
"You did a good job. Being able to force the Flying Dutchman to dive is enough for you to brag about. Now it's time for the Blood Sail to perform." Chen Mo praised Norrington and at the same time started a program on the Blood Sail.
Series of magic.
The sea fog filled the sea, and the blood-red sails on the ship became as colorful as if they had just been taken out of the blood. At the same time, singing gradually began to sound on the sea.
