foreigner's journey

Chapter 102 Captain Heather
Caribbean Sea, Havana.

The downpour, combined with the slippery mud that makes it difficult to walk, has left pedestrians almost invisible on the streets of the thriving port city.

The dilapidated wooden tavern door was blown by the wind and rain and made an old noise. With the slight friction of matches, the oil lamps with dim yellow lights were lit.

The tavern called 'Bells and Rum' is located near the bay of Santa Maria, next to the famous Morro Castle, and is the most famous place for drunkenness and all the gossip in Havana.

"A glass of rum without water."

A few coins were thrown onto the solid wood bar, making a 'dang bang bang' sound, and then they were held down by the bar owner's sturdy hand.

The bald bar owner with a strong body and a beard glanced at the guest who was soaked in the rain, and said in a sullen voice: "Sit whatever you want. This damn weather... do you want some hot food? Here we are. The lamb soup is the best in Havana."

The guest took off his hood, revealing an old wrinkled face that had been through the vicissitudes of life. He subconsciously licked his lips: "...the kind with chili peppers in it?"

"Plenty of small Cubanelle peppers (Cubanelle), and fresh chopped onions."

The boss smiled and showed his big yellow teeth: "How about a piece of bread?"

"Give me one." The old sailor rubbed in his pocket for a long time, and finally took out a few more coins and put them on the bar: "Put more onions."

After the boss yelled at the back kitchen, he came back with a glass of rum in his hand, and handed it to the old sailor: "Drink, man, warm up. Look at you, did you just get off the boat?"

The old sailor poured half a glass of rum in one breath, and the remaining rum swayed in the glass: "Yes, there is a strong wind at sea, but luckily the ship arrived at the port in time, otherwise..."

The boss shrugged his shoulders while slathering on the poorly washed wine glass: "The sea is like this, one second it was sunny, the next second there was a huge wave, faster than those gypsy warblers lifting their skirts. sooner."

At this time, another figure with a cold and watery body sat in front of the bar and said hello to the boss: "Hi Gomez, this damn weather... Come and have a glass of rum, and put it on the account. ."

"Guess what, Nieto? I happen to have five IOUs here. It's all his name!"

The boss said angrily: "Either pay back the money or get out!"

"Don't be like this, Gomez, my good brother!" The man called Nieto was a thin middle-aged man, his face was blue from the freezing rain, but he still kept his mouth shut: "You forgot It's time for us to travel the Caribbean together? If I hadn't saved your life in the storm..."

"Do you know? You are just like your name, really his grandson!" (Note 1)

Gomez, the tavern owner, put the unwiped glass on the bar in front of Nieto and poured half a glass of wine: "Shut up if you want to drink, don't talk about those useless things."

Nieto gave a crooked naval salute, then took a sip from his glass.After passing the wine in his mouth, he frowned suspiciously: "What kind of taste is this? Although it's delicious..."

"[Heather]."

Gomez took another dirty cup and started wiping it, and said without looking up, "The recipe passed down from Aden is a great invention from Captain Heather."

"Captain Heather? I've heard that name."

The old sailor who was staring at the glass in his hand suddenly raised his head: "He is the owner of the Black Pearl, the King of Thieves!"

Gomez is interested. The tavern is about information exchange. The more information that is popular at the moment, the more he can grab benefits from those who are eager to get the latest information.The burly tavern owner was lying in front of the bar and lowered his voice: "Tell us about this 'Captain Heather'."

The old sailor pushed forward the empty glass in his hand, and then said to himself, "I haven't eaten for two days, I'm so hungry."

Gomez immediately turned his head and roared in the direction of the back kitchen: "Why isn't the mutton soup ready yet!? Bring the large portion of mutton soup with chopped onions and small Cuban peppers! There are also two portions of bread!"

Within a few minutes, a large plate of steaming mutton soup with a rich aroma appeared on the bar in front of the old sailor.

The chunks of lamb are wrapped in a rich broth, and the small Cuban peppers are chopped into small pieces. The slight spiciness is not too irritating to the stomach, and it mixes with the chopped cooked onions for a wonderful balance, exuding an amazing aroma.

The old sailor ate several pieces of mutton in a row with enjoyment, then drank a big mouthful of hot soup, picked up a piece of bread and tore off a big piece of it, dipped it in the soup, and squinted his eyes with satisfaction.

The tavern owner Gomez was very discerning to help the old sailor fill up the glass: "Is that Captain Heather really as legendary as... miraculous?"

"Amazing? No, no, no, Captain Heather can't use such words to describe it."

The old sailor took a sip from the glass, and pursed his lips:
"You may have heard the story of him subduing the terrifying Barbossa gang and taking the Black Pearl, but surely you haven't heard the story between him and the Flying Dutchman!"

Not only Gomez, but also Nieto took the initiative to move to the seat closest to the old sailor: "Come on, Gomez will give this brother another glass of rum, and put it on my account!"

The old sailor held a glass of wine, cleared his throat and whispered: "It is said that the navigator of the Black Pearl, the famous Jack Sparrow, owed a huge debt to the deep sea Hades Davy Jones, but he tactfully took refuge in the sea. Under the command of Captain Ser, trying to use his prestige to offset the debt dispute."

"Not repaying the debt? This nasty thing!" Gomez expressed his disdain, and inadvertently glanced at Nieto, who was a little uncomfortable.

"The Flying Dutchman and the Black Pearl, two world-famous pirate ships, met on a stormy night."

The old sailor was very good at setting off the atmosphere, and his voice became more and more low: "Have you heard the legend about the Black Pearl?"

"I heard some... um, very strange rumors, I heard that all the sailors on the Black Pearl have immortality." Gomez also lowered his voice, as if he would not be heard by those terrifying undead sailors. arrive.

"I can tell you the rumours are true! Captain Heather led the undead sailors of the Black Pearl in a fierce exchange of fire with the Flying Dutchman. The artillery fire, the sea was full of waves and whirlpools, that day Even the moon was scared to hide at night."

I don't know where the old sailor got the gossip news, but the retelling of the scene is very close to the real scene:
"Davy Jones angrily called out the terrifying sea monster, and the huge tentacles that covered the sky wrapped the Black Pearl, and it was about to tear the fastest pirate ship in the Caribbean to pieces!"

Gomez and Nieto held their breath subconsciously.

"Captain Heather, armed with a golden flame, jumped into the sea alone to fight the Siren. God testifies that he single-handedly killed the beast, Davy Jones and his Flying Dutchman. And had to drop his arrogant head and surrender to Captain Heather."

The old sailor spoke so loudly that he took a sip from the glass from time to time, and soon the glass bottomed out.

Gomez hurriedly filled the old sailor with another glass: "And then?"

"Captain Heather continued his great journey and encountered Captain Chevalle, the pirate king of the Mediterranean Sea in Palermo!"

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Note 1: Nieto (Nieto), means 'grandson' in Spanish.

(End of this chapter)