<h4>Chapter 566: Making threats and promises</h4>


    Trantor: Trantion Nation Editor: Trantion Nation


    Ever since the infamous reputation of the trio had been propagated by the werewolf who fled from the destruction of his Triple-K party, other contestants now orded adequate respect to the trio’s might. Of course, they were simrly attaching sufficient value to their own lives.


    Therefore presently, other contestants had already departed from Port Royal.


    In lieu of such favourable circumstances, Sheyan had no intentions to rescue Jack Sparrow; because his digilent ns revolved around the movie storyline proceeding in the right track - track of having thedy Elizabeth Swann kidnapped; the track of Will Turner overhearing that Jack Sparrow was exceedingly familiar with the ck Pearl, whichpelled him to forcibly release the ck Pearl’s former captain for the sake of his beautiful maiden. Henceforth from there, his profession as a cksmith would be changed to a pirate.


    One could anticipate that the freed Captain Jack Sparrow would definitely still be hopelessly tangled up with the ck Pearl. Moreover this time, he would be aided by the financial benefits he gained from Sheyan previously. Him and Will Turner would definitely win over precious time for Sheyan’s following operations.


    Yet, releasing Captain Jack Sparrow would result in Will Turner bing a marginalized character, which would be an uneptable result to Sheyan.


    Proceeding from there, the group of pirates started scouring the entire prison meticulously.


    Sheyan had previously contemted over this issue beforehand. Since even the tremendously crucial and learned businessman, Mr Shawen, was imprisoned here, wouldn’t it be possible to discover other talents here as well?


    As such, the scouring process wasn’t carried out hastily.


    asionally, prisoners could be heard rattling against the iron bars as they loudly demanded to be released. In response, Sheyan’s pirate subordinates would act like honored guests at an audition, while the prisoner would try their utmost to disy their talents. Nevertheless, the oue mostly ended with ‘a pity you couldn’t make the cut’.


    In spite of that, Sheyan still managed to discover two talents.


    One of which was ad named Carter. He had excessively bulging muscles as though he could easily bend the iron bars of the prison. Thus, the wardens had simply adopted countermeasures as they bolted his wrists with thick chains, while only providing him with a single meal per day.


    Carter was extremely lecherous, and attempted to molest Taitish even after he was just released. Undoubtedly, he was quickly restrained by her powerful ult magic, and one could tell he would make an excellent paddler.


    The other talent was unexpectedly a female, known as Redrose Chile. Although her long term as a prisoner had tortured her healthy demeanor, it had served to provide greater rity to her mind.


    When she noticed that Carter was released, she straightforwardly yelled out, "I know where the treasure is!" However, she soon realized these masked men weren’t particrly interested in her treasures. Thus, she immediately responded by exhibiting her own worth. urately putting, her superpower.


    She could shut her eyes and sense the topography within a few kilometres radius. One could describe her as a human radar. Redrose Chile was able to sense anything with a volume of 3x3x3 cubic metres within a ten square kilometres radius of herself.


    Of course, her ability wasn’t infinite and she could only utilize it three times daily.


    Sheyan searched this enormous prison over and over again. In his general impression, the one with the greatest worth would frequently be held inside the deepest depths of the prison. For example, Senior Ren Woxin who was an expert in the Star Sucking Great Technique*. For example, Zhuge Wolong of the show A chinese ghost story. For example, the Evil Deity of the Fire Cloud (火雲邪神) in Kungfu Hustle. However, after roughly an hour of overturning the prison cells, their search remained futile.


    (TL:*this reference pertains to the wuxia novel, The smiling proud wanderer (笑傲江湖))


    When Sheyan was about to lose patience, the recently recruited Redrose Chile abruptly offered a clue after learning about their manhunt.


    "I haven’t heard of Shawen before but previously, I shared a prison cell with an old salt called Tom, who endlessly chatters about ships. It seemed like he was rather well versed in ships."


    Sheyan immediately turned towards her with a prative gaze.


    "Then can you tell me where is he currently located?"


    Redrose Chile was rather shaken by Sheyan’s prative gaze as she answered.


    "His prison term ended the first month of this year, and the wardens freed him because they were unwilling to let him continue freeloading here."


    After listening, Sheyan could immediately feel his vision darkening. Fortunately, Redrose Chile continued bashfully.


    "However, that old salt persisted in dwelling here shamelessly after mentioning he had nowhere else to go. Normally, he would be in charge of various dirty jobs like cleaning. He resides in the firewood shed beside the kitchen. ording to that old salt, the aroma of chopped wood allows him to sleep peacefully."


    Tom was an exceedinglymon name and would oftentimes be used as a pseudonym. When he heard about that, Sheyan could immediately determine, that was the man he was seeking. Thus, he hurriedly led his subordinates on a hundred metre dash before stomping open the doors of the firewood shed.


    Kacha! Cracks emerged on the doors as it swung backwards and smashed against the wall in splinters.


    Borrowing the moonlight, Sheyan could see a makeshift bed of tattered cotton waddings and logs behind a heap of firewood.


    An old man was sitting uprightly in astoundment as he kneaded his eyes. His face filled with wrinkles blown out over the years by the sea breeze.


    At the tip of that makeshift bed, Sheyan noticed several delicate blocks of wood like toy building blocks; recognizing them as possible tinyponents of boats.


    The old man sitting atop the bed had a stooped body, with an appearance of skin and bones analogous to a bamboo. He cowered back in his quilt nket while issuing a shivering voice.


    "Misters, there aren’t booties here. This is not the prison! Just take anything you see fit over here!"


    Sheyan coldly dered.


    "Mister Shawen, what I see fit is you. Precisely speaking, the knowledge you have. So make preparations to depart with me."


    When he heard the name ‘Shawen’, the gaze in that old man’s eyes turned wild, feverish and aze in an instance. His facial muscles twitched slightly but he replied with a hoarse voice.


    "What are you talking about?"


    Sheyan red at him as he enunciated his words.


    "I’ve obtained an Ironwood crafted ship and even a perfectly refined Bdine Bloodsail of the gypsies. All these requires your expertise to proceed. Apart from that, I also need detailed information about the ck Pearl."


    After hearing Sheyan’s plea, that old man’s eyes flickered brilliantly as he sat back up authoritatively while still wrapped in his quilt. This time, it was as though his temperament had undergone an abrupt fluctuation. The impression he emanated was unique, like that of a brutally savage aged wild beastzily resting within its ownir!


    "Leave, I won’t entertain you."


    Sheyan then produced a golden tooth.


    "Perhaps you can treat this as a request from Jack Sparrow."


    Shawn snorted disdainfully.


    "That scoundrel vied over women with me and owes me a thousand guineas, his request can count as fart!"


    "Oh, our beloved Jack wasn’t earnest with me." Sheyan shrugged his shoulders.


    "My only constion is that I hadn’t treated him with full sincerity as well (referring to the damaged Hill Maiden). Nevertheless, Mister Shawen, you are neglecting my determination."


    Sheyan then earnestly continued.


    "You know that I’ve risked being hung on the gibbet to break in just to find you. Do you think I’ll grant you freedom now?"


    Shawen mocked.


    "Aye, you can bring me away now, but might I have the liberties to remodel your ship to sink!"


    Sheyan revealed a disdain in his nce as he replied indifferently.


    "You wouldn’t do that, mister. Everyone possesses their own secrets including you. Although you have neither spouse nor children this entire life, but your brother does have a blissful family. It seems the kids of what’s his name, Moriarty, really resembles you."


    "What nonsense are you spouting, you scum?!!" The initiallyposed Shawen suddenly became enraged as he bellowed. It was hard to imagine his wizened and degenerating body could emit such a sonorous roar.


    Instead, Sheyan didn’t care as his lips curled into a sneer. He wasn’t afraid of infuriating Shawen was was merely afraid he could not stir up this obstinate old fart! Hence, Sheyan immediately nced at Taitish, who retrieved her crystal ball cusped it before her well developed bosom.


    Ripples undted along the surface of the crystal ball. Eventually, the image of a youth was projected. One could fathom this soundly asleep youth had brows and eyes that reflected Shawen. Meanwhile, this obsolete old man had started trembling violently. Brother ck then clicked his tongue by the side.


    "Mister Shawen, don’t you feel like you’re staring into the mirror? Just look at this youth, really. Look at the back of his hands, it is exactly identical to yours. His mother experienced innumerable hardships just to give birth to this child, and even suffered abuse from her husband. Things have finally gotten better recently but the child hasn’t experienced a father’s love. What a pity. So I believe you can perceive, who we will seek out to vent our indignation or make reprisals, if anything goes wrong with the restructuring of the ship. Of course, it will also end up with rewards, so don’t fret about having goals!"


    Reef evidently didn’t advocate this sense of making threats and promises, and moodily headed out for some fresh air.


    Faced with such tant threats, Shawen’s eyes turned vacant as he pped against his wooden bed! His dispirited eyes abruptly widened as it shone with an unexinable might. It ushered a sensation of ashen clouds inclining downwards to quell the sea surface, forewarning the impending arrival of a storm.


    "You!!!"