World’s End: My Keyword is One More Than Others

Chapter 127: I fish and I am happy

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The pirate ship was called Flying Bird, and it was a three-masted sailing ship.

The helmsman was steering the ship, some crew members were adjusting the direction of the sails, and some crew members were drunk and sleeping on the deck...

The captain and the first mate each held an amber bottle of wine and drank from it. Their side dish was a plate of dried meat of unknown color.

Because they had been sailing on the sea for many years and were exposed to wind and sun, their skin became rough and dark, and their clothes were torn and dirty.

The captain wore a black tricorn hat, a slender pirate scimitar slung across his waist, and an oak-handled flintlock casually thrown on a wooden box next to him.

Not far behind them, the second mate was leaning against the mast, teasing a white parrot.

From the structure of the sailboat, their diet and their weapons, Doug roughly deduced that the world background should not be modern.

There are a total of twelve people on the ship. The best target for possession is of course the most powerful captain. Doug has his own judgment and would not possess the body of an ordinary sailor who does odd jobs on a ship with only a dozen people.

But the body that Doug took over did not have the host's memories.

Therefore, he decided to first understand the composition of the people on the ship in the state of soul, or at least know their names first.

“… Paul, are you really determined to find the so-called Scepter of Poseidon?” The first mate had a full beard and his age was hard to tell. His face was full of flesh and there was a huge scar on his left cheek, which made him look particularly fierce.

"Of course. Barry, it's my dream to become the king of pirates." The captain was relatively young, probably in his twenties, but his weathered face looked like he was in his thirties. He was a little tipsy, and raised the bottle of rum in his hand to the first mate. "The Royal Navy didn't even offer a bounty on me, which is a failure for a pirate, but with the Scepter of Poseidon, I can dominate the entire ocean. The Watcher, the Conch, will all surrender to me..."

"Paul, you will kill everyone." First mate Barry took a big gulp of wine and panted, "I don't agree with your idea. Paul, the Scepter of Poseidon is just an unattainable dream. I hope you can turn back from your mistakes..."

"Barry, this is my ship, you don't have to work for me." Captain Paul looked at his first mate with contempt, "You are old, maybe you should find a town, get drunk in the tavern every day, and then sleep with a dirty whore all night. This is a life that suits you better."

Poseidon's scepter

Mythological background

Doug stayed with them for a moment, listening to the two drunkards mocking and arguing with each other, then left them and flew to other crew members.

When passing by the second mate, the white parrot suddenly stood up and fluttered back and forth in panic: "Horn, Ghost, Horn, Ghost, powerful Ghost..."

"Wendy, don't talk nonsense. How could there be ghosts in broad daylight?" Second Mate Horn grabbed the parrot's body, stroked its blown feathers, and laughed sarcastically, "Let me tell you a common sense. Sunlight will cause irreparable damage to ghosts. Those dirty things only come out at night."

"Ghost, ghost, it's right behind you." The parrot's eyes were fixed on Doug. If Horn hadn't grabbed its wings, it would have stretched out its wings and pointed at him.

Damn it!

Can the parrot see me

Doug's face looked a little strange. He had entered two simulation fields, and this was the first time he was discovered before taking over another body, even though the other party was just a bird.

He tried to reach out and pinch the parrot's neck.

The parrot struggled violently again, pecking at Horn's fingers with its beak.

Horn felt the pain and let go of the parrot. "You damn stupid bird, you are as hateful as that bitch who cheated me of my money. Sooner or later, I will pluck all your feathers and throw you into the pot..."

"Horn, help, the ghost is going to kill the bird." The parrot broke free from its restraints and flew onto the sail, still staring at Doug.

Doug laughed secretly and caught up with the parrot again. He made a gesture of pinching the bird's beak with his fingers, and then made a gesture of twisting the bird's neck.

In his spirit state, he couldn't speak at all and could only rely on his actions to scare a bird.

The parrot stared at Doug and trembled, but kept its mouth tightly shut and dared not speak again.

"Wendy, come back." Horn called the parrot, but the parrot did not move, just looked at Doug, as if asking for his consent.

Doug nodded.

The parrot felt relieved, flapped its wings and flew back, standing on Horn's shoulder and burying its head under its wings.

Doug ignored the parrot, flew around the ship, and got the names of two more crew members.

The helmsman was called Piero, the cook was called William, and the other crew members didn't speak. It was difficult to know their names, but it was enough to know these few people at the beginning.

After flying around the ship again and confirming that the captain was indeed the best candidate for him to possess, Doug no longer hesitated and directly crashed into his body.

The captain's soul strength was not much higher than Qi Feihu's. Last time, with a mental strength of 160, he could still feel some obstacles. This time, with a mental strength of more than 1,000, even if Paul was awake, Doug was very relaxed when he entered. It was as smooth as if it had merged into his body.

The personal panel was still open, and Doug scanned all the information at a glance:

Name: Doug;

No.: 48699527;

Mental strength: 1100;

Current ranking: 980\1130;

Key words for the session: happiness;

Key words for the session: slacking off;

Advanced skills: None;

Derivatives: None;

hapiness

Fishing

What the hell!

This is even more outrageous than the last time about trade and kindness. At least trade can still be used for business, but what the hell is happiness

Can he influence the world situation by just enjoying himself secretly

At this moment, Doug finally understood the despair of those players assigned to the key words "kindness" and "holding back". No, there was still fun in holding back, but this kind of happiness, really couldn't find the growth point!

There is also slacking off.

No matter how good you are at slacking off, what good can it do

He is a pirate captain. What he needs to do is to work hard and make progress. How can he just slack off all the time

wrong.

Doug's mind flashed through the explanation of Mo Yu:

Mo Yu: refers to catching fish in the water, and also refers to fishing in troubled waters, which means taking advantage of the chaos to secretly gain benefits;

The explanation given later was that I was lazy and slacking off at work.

Fishing in troubled waters

That's his strong point!

Doug's eyes lit up again.

really.

The two key words are benefits, I can always get something useful, I am fishing, so I am happy, from now on, I want to be a sunny and happy super pirate.

But just as he figured out the meaning of the two key words.

Sudden.

There was a cramp in my abdomen.

He subconsciously covered his stomach.

Then, there was another sharp pain, and a scimitar pierced his chest.

Doug looked at the first mate who attacked him: "You..."

"Paul, I gave you a chance to repent, but you refused to change your ways. You are no longer fit to be a captain. Go with peace of mind. From now on, I am the captain of the Flying Bird." First mate Barry pulled back his scimitar with a grim smile, "Don't blame me. This is the decision of all the crew members..."

The boat glided slowly on the sea.

The helmsman had let go of the rudder, drew his scimitar, and looked at Doug with a gloomy face.

there.

Second mate Horn, who was leaning against the mast teasing birds, also came over. He shook his head and looked at Doug with pity: "Captain, we only want money. No one is willing to look for that damn Poseidon's Scepter."

The parrot on his shoulder fluttered its wings joyfully, as if it had gained new life: "The ghost is dead, the ghost is dead, the bird is fine, the bird is fine."

(End of this chapter)