What pirate doesn't have his own nickname?

Besides, the nickname "Sea Fish" makes sense.

"No problem." Barry agreed readily, "From now on, my name is Barry Sullivan Flying Fish."

"My name is Wayne Pousise Swordfish," Wayne followed.

"My name is Piero Crim Turtle." said the helmsman Piero.

"No, we can't call it sea turtle. We have to use sea fish." Doug corrected seriously, "Piero, in the future we will be the famous sea fish army."

"Okay, my name is Piero Crim Octopus." Piero thought about it and changed his name.

"My name is Sanjis Bowman Eel." said the striker Sanjis.

"My name is William Trancy Flounder...

soon.

Everyone on the boat had a name with a fish suffix.

Whenever someone changed his name, Doug would walk over to him, shake his hand, and give him the most sincere congratulations: "Congratulations, you have a new name of your own and have become a pioneer of the Marine Fish Corps."

There were more than a dozen people on the boat, and none of them escaped Doug's clutches.

After everyone changed their names, Doug smiled and continued, "Barry Sullivan Flying Fish, when you get ashore, find a tailor for me and have him change our flag to pink!"

"Paul, didn't you say that as long as we agreed to change the name, you wouldn't change the flag?" Barry looked at Doug with undisguised disgust in his eyes. "Paul, I'm telling you very clearly that I hate pink flags. But this time, I will obey your orders. After all, this is your ship."

It worked! Unlike the brainless fish in the sea, the intelligent fish obeyed his orders.

Doug was delighted and looked at the others: "What are your opinions?"

"It's your ship anyway." Wayne's tone was also full of disgust, but he no longer raised any objections.

"Barry, go and cut Wayne." Doug looked at Barry, thought about it, and gave a new order.

He had to find out where the limits of private property lay.

"Do I have to cut it?" Barry pulled out his machete, looked at Doug again, and asked hesitantly.

"Captain, what did I do wrong?" Wayne took a step back nervously, "You can't do this to me."

Piero and others looked at their captain strangely.

"Must cut it down." Doug ordered again.

this time.

Barry swung the knife without hesitation.

Wayne dodged and drew his sword to fight back.

Doug ordered again: "Wayne, don't resist."

"You stupid bastard, you want to kill me, why should I listen to you." Wayne was furious and still fought with Barry with a knife.

Seeing the two of them getting angry, Doug waved his hand to stop them: "Okay, stop it!"

The two men stopped panting, but still glared at each other, and occasionally glanced at Doug, their eyes were also full of resentment.

"Don't look at me like that. I was just joking with you. Barry, I'm not saying you have a bad temper. I just wanted to change the flag to pink. Do you have to vent your anger on Wayne because of a joke?" Doug showed the most gentle smile to relieve the anger of the two. "After we get ashore, I'll treat everyone to a good drink."

The smile infected everyone, and after hearing that the captain was treating them, Barry and Wayne put aside their hatred for each other.

Piero and others didn't even think there was anything wrong with flying a pink flag on the pirate ship.

…

Through two things, Doug verified the limits of private property.

If the order does not threaten themselves, they will obey, but once it threatens their lives, they will fight back and even hate the person who issued the order.

To be more precise, private property is more like slaves.

Most of the time, slaves followed the orders of their slave owners.

The right to life is greater than his right to command.

Private property is obviously not as loyal as the previous simulation.

after all.

Those who are loyal to him, although they maintain their own ideas, will take the initiative to block the knife when he is in danger, and will meticulously carry out any orders he issues.

It is the loyalty that if the ruler wants the subject to die, the subject must die...

…

But this is already very good.

At least these people would not leave their ship for the time being, nor would they disobey his harmless little orders.

With existing people, who would be willing to recruit a group of newbies?

Just like you need to feed cows enough grass to make them produce milk, if you treat your slaves with a little respect and freedom, they will follow you wholeheartedly.

That's enough.

…

This is a port called Madoc. Behind the port is a small town with a population of about 50,000. There are about 120 garrisons at the port, responsible for guarding the safety of the port.

The Flying Bird docked.

Leaving two crew members to guard the ship, Doug, Barry and others entered the port.

There were two merchant ships docked at the shore. Porters in linen clothes were carrying barrels filled with beer or rum onto the ships. Others were carrying cotton, spices, ivory and other goods off the ships.

The sailors on the merchant ships were also equipped with swords. They were all very strong and looked not much different from pirates.

When Doug and others walked by, the sailors cast warning glances at them. Some sailors even spat on the ground and greeted their mothers to show their contempt for them.

"That's the cargo ship of the Duffy family. They are in collusion with Admiral Camilo." Barry obviously didn't want to provoke those sailors, so he lowered his voice to explain to Douge, "Except for the four sea kings, no one dares to touch their merchant ships. Sometimes, they will also hang up the pirate flag and rob other merchant ships..."

What a chaotic world! Doug responded calmly, his eyes swept across the merchant ship. When he saw the merchant ship's manager, he smiled kindly at him and said, "Barry, don't worry. When we become the king of pirates, all merchant ships will pay tribute to us obediently."

Along the way, Barry's mood improved a lot, but the pink smiling skull still hovered in his mind, making him depressed about the future. Hearing this, he couldn't help but snorted: "I'm waiting for that day to come."

at this time.

There are more than 600 contestants in the simulation field. Doug just observed the merchant ship and wanted to see if there were any contestants from above. However, everyone on the ship was dressed and expressed in a similar manner, so it was not easy to tell who the contestants were at a glance.

Perhaps, this is a normal simulation field! Everyone is trying to play their role and increase their strength. No one flips the table. Only after a month, when the simulation field announces the top ten names, will the real fight begin.

Speaking of which, Doug has not seen what the top ten rankings in the simulation field will look like when they are announced?

The first two simulations collapsed too quickly.

certainly.

He had never seen any derivative products.

Nan Youlong said that the derivative item only appeared once in the simulation field. It was a weapon called Spear of Killing, a derivative item with the keyword "killing".

It is said that the candidate who held that keyword used that spear to massacre the city and killed 80,000 adult men with his own hands before the spear was upgraded to a derivative item.

The spear was born with intelligence and became indestructible. It would automatically chase and kill the enemy until the enemy was dead.

But after the candidate who created the "Spear of Killing" massacred 80,000 people, the simulation ended. No one had ever seen the power of the Spear of Killing.

Over time.

So no one cares about the derivative products in the simulation field.

However, Nan Youlong did tell Duger that if he persisted in stabbing other people's anus with his "Sword of Taozhong" in the first simulation field, it would have a great chance of evolving into a derivative product.

(End of this chapter)