The moonlight over Tortuga Port had never been so magical.
On the deck of the explorer, a scene of bustling labor was unfolding.
Only, the objects of labor were a bit special.
Drunk pirates, one after another, were carried back from shore by the explorer's pirates, like dockworkers carrying sacks of flour.
One after another, they were brought back from the shore.
Then, with a 'thud', they were thrown onto the deck.
Piled into mountains of flesh reeking of strong alcohol and foot odor.
Of course, there was also a group of pirates who went directly into the streets to kidnap people.
Many staggering, drunken pirates were hit with blunt objects and elbowed before they even knew what was happening, then dragged onto the explorer.
"Careful! Careful! Don't break our new colleagues!"
Gibbs stood on the gangplank, gesticulating wildly as he directed the traffic.
"Heads in, feet out, line them up neatly! Pay attention to ventilation!"
"His hat is crooked, straighten it for him!"
Jack Sparrow looked at the "mountain of corpses" made up of over two hundred unconscious burly men, and swallowed with difficulty.
"Captain... what... what are we doing?"
He leaned close to Roger, his voice trembling.
Although he usually engaged in swindling and deceit, he had never been as bold as Roger.
This was almost kidnapping all the pirates in Tortuga!
"Kidnapping?"
"What are you saying!"
Roger shot him an displeased glance.
He casually picked up a heavy money bag from the waist of a drunkard who had just been thrown onto the deck.
"This is called talent acquisition!"
"We, the explorer, as the most promising startup in the Caribbean Sea, are actively providing valuable employment opportunities for these unemployed youths, solving the problem of idle social labor in the local area."
Roger spoke righteously and confidently.
"This is a social responsibility, understand?"
Jack didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.
On the other side, Hector Barbossa, also known as Big Fool Chun, and his two newly hired confidantes, Pintel and Ragetti, were completely dumbfounded.
"Cap... Captain..."
Ragetti's One-Eyed Man stared wider than a brass bell.
"I've been a pirate for thirty years, robbed treasuries, hijacked governor's ships, but this is the first time I've ever seen someone directly rob people!"
"And by the port!" Pintel added.
Hector's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
He looked at Roger, who was standing at the bow, one hand on his hip, the other holding a small notebook, muttering to himself, and he perked up his ears to listen.
"This one is too old, deduct five gold coins from his performance."
"Hmm, this one has body odor, affecting the normal lives of other pirates, so deduct fifty gold coins."
...He suddenly felt that his previous so-called schemes and tricks were as pure as a newborn baby compared to this lunatic in front of him!
This was a true pirate!
No!
Roger was the ancestor of pirates!
[Ding! Hector Barbossa's loyalty +5! Current loyalty 45/100!]
"Hmm?"
Roger raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the strangely expressioned Hector.
He felt a little surprised.
This could increase loyalty?
This Big Fool Chun, he must have some special fetish?
Just then, a figure squeezed out from the crowd.
It was Billy.
The wound on his stomach had healed, and he was now full of vigor.
He ran to Roger, stood at attention with a 'thwack', and gave a comical naval salute.
"Reporting, Captain! I, Billy, am fine now!"
Roger glanced at him.
Good gracious, he just came out of the ICU and immediately started working.
He could be called the outstanding employee of the year.
"It's good that you're fine."
"I always knew you could do it."
Roger patted his shoulder.
"Your performance yesterday was good, although the process was a bit convoluted, the result was good."
"Your gold coins will be doubled this month, kid."
"Thank you, Captain!"
Billy immediately beamed with joy.
The psychological shadow of being stabbed was swept away.
Billy then pointed to the pile of drunkards on the deck, volunteering.
"Captain, do you want me to perform a 'resurrection in place' for them again, so they can experience the corporate culture of the explorer?"
"Get lost."
Roger kicked him ungraciously.
"Now go and carry people, if you carry fewer than others, your gold coins will be gone."
"Alright!"
The next morning—
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