Although Extraordinaries are not a secret among pirates, this does not mean that every pirate is an Extraordinary. Just like in the Grand Line, Devil Fruit is not a secret, but not every pirate is a Devil Fruit.
Same as capable people.
Coupled with the fact that the per capita education level of the lower-level pirates has not graduated from kindergarten (actually, they have not graduated from prenatal education, but Lieutenant General Iceberg has single-handedly raised the average), it is really difficult to let them master occult communication methods such as ritual magic.
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It is precisely because of this that, except for a very small number of professional pirates, most pirate spies use a very simple method of communication, such as domesticated seabirds, or sea fish that can track special smells.
However, neither the fish nor the seabirds can be released from a ship that has exceeded the speed of 300 knots - releasing them to death is no problem.
More than thirty pirates from different pirate groups were just looking at the sea passing by on both sides speechlessly. Who would have thought that they would encounter such a weird thing during their normal business?
However, not all passengers came to the deck. After roughly figuring out what happened, some servants began to return to the cabin and reported to their masters the incredible things happening on the ship.
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"Bang bang bang!"
With a series of knocks on the door, the door of first-class cabin No. 23 was opened. The servant passed the maid who opened the door and was about to walk into the room when he heard a familiar voice coming from the direction of the bedroom:
"Paral, what happened outside?"
"Sir, what's wrong, this ship is controlled by some kind of witchcraft. It's flying very fast! Someone wanted to jump off the ship and fell directly to death on the sea! Those people were also weird! They seemed to
Everyone gathered together as if they knew what was going on, there might be pirates on this ship!"
The servant poured out unorganized words like beans from a bamboo tube. Then he saw the master who had already changed into pajamas walking out of the bedroom. As usual, he was wearing a black double-breasted gown.
Her hair was combed meticulously, her crystal monocle inlaid with gold wire reflected the candlelight in the cabin, and her indifferent temperament did not seem to be in crisis at all, but rather as if she was about to attend a grand banquet.
"Don't be anxious, tell me slowly what is going on outside."
The servant seemed to gain courage from his master's voice. He took a few deep breaths, then cleared his mind and recounted everything he saw after going out.
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The night was still very long, and this passenger ship, which was speeding at a speed that was more than twenty times that of a normal cruise ship (the speed of the White Agate was considered fast, and it was only equipped with a steam boiler, and could only reach a speed of 16 knots) rushed in with an indomitable attitude.
Sunya Sea, at this time, it does not look like a ship, but more like...
"It's like a missile that has locked its target! Damn it, where are these vampires going to take the ship!" In the first-class cabin No. 3, the middle-aged man with an angry face waved his fist vigorously, and then
Then he looked helplessly at his colleagues aside:
"The thruster still won't stop?"
"Sorry, Butler, the remote control has been completely locked. It can only be shut down manually or directly destroyed. However, the speed of this ship now makes it too dangerous to go to the stern. As for direct destruction... I am worried that taking it back will cause this.
The ship is out of balance."
The speaker kept fiddling with the remote control the size of a mineral radio in his hand, showing a troubled expression. At such a speed, if he loses his balance, you can imagine the consequences with the hair on your legs.
"Can you install a few propellers on the bow of the ship to forcibly slow it down?" A young man on the side carefully suggested, and was immediately noticed and saluted by all the companions in the room.
Seeming to be a little panicked, he asked awkwardly:
"Did I say something wrong?"
"You copy Russell's basic mechanics for me ten times... no, thirty times! Before that, you first draw me a picture of the force analysis of this ship! Damn it, you are in the general class.
Are you sleeping?" Mr. Deacon poked the young man's forehead with his finger, pushing him back. The man playing with the remote control took out a dozen pieces of manuscript paper and a set of drawing tools and slapped them on the table, signaling him
Draw now.
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A good biological clock woke Snow up from bed, but the porthole did not reveal any light of morning light. It was not because of Lily's superb skills that she overslept, but simply because the ship was still shrouded in the storm.
He stretched out his hand to pull Lily away from him, feeling something strange that Tegula didn't know. He didn't know if it was because of his extraordinary talent in the assassin path, but Lily had really learned the key points of the dormitory maid very well.
Before putting on makeup, Snow put on the ill-fitting white top, came to the living room, and began to pray to Mr. Fool. After receiving the same "I know" as always, he began to take out his wallet.
Face pinching based on the characteristics of the person.
As if she heard his movements, or because of Maria's maid ethics instruction, Elaine, with dark circles under her eyes, walked out from behind the door and looked at Snow with a tired look on her face, but said nothing.
It wasn't until Snow regained her sweet girlish makeup that Elaine reluctantly said:
"You can really do it."
"I don't believe you and Tracy can make less noise than me when you are tossing." Integra rolled his eyes, and when Elaine's face started to turn red, he reached out and fished out of the light door that appeared out of thin air.
A table of breakfast was served.
After all, with the current state of the ship, it is obviously unrealistic for the chef to cook a good meal. Fortunately, his followers are now spread all over the country, so it is not difficult for someone to sacrifice a breakfast.
"Master, are you up?" The naked Lily walked out of the bedroom, rubbed her eyes and looked at Integra who was eating. Elaine's face suddenly darkened, and she immediately said:
"Can you at least wear some clothes?"
"Meow needs to take a bath and then put on clothes after washing. Well, the human body is indeed very convenient. Being a meow is so painful! The master is much more comfortable than a cotton swab, meow!" Lily mumbled and shook as if she hadn't woken up.
After wandering into the bathroom attached to the first-class cabin, Elaine looked at Lily in confusion, then turned to look at Integra, with a shocked look on her face that said, "I didn't understand, but I was shocked."
"Ahem, as we all know, cats are prone to punishment, so they need to use small cotton swabs..."
"I don't need this kind of knowledge!" Elaine covered her ears, and Tegula changed the topic as usual and said to Elaine:
"Where are we now?"
"How do I know...Okay, you are the owner, I will ask right away." Elaine sighed deeply, suddenly missing Tracy's ship...
