Cutler Beckett was sitting behind the desk in his office, looking at Norrington, who was unshaven and slovenly, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to come back to Port Royal again."

Cutler Beckett passed the coffee in front of Norrington and said again: "Do you need to add sugar? Cuban sugar is very good!"

Norrington sighed, but Beckett did not hesitate at all and put a sugar cube in Norrington's coffee cup, "Try it, this is the latest coffee, from Tortuga, they said

It’s called blue enamel coffee, and it will taste even more delicious if you drink it from exquisite enamel porcelain!”

"Royer Smith is not useless. In addition to robbing things at sea, he can also make things. Whether it is this cigar, this coffee, or golden rum, he has created many good things."

"He's not like those pirates who only rob. I'm very interested in this guy, but it's a pity that he's a pirate!" As he spoke, Cutler Beckett picked up the coffee cup in front of him.

, brought it to his nose, took a gentle sniff, and seemed very comfortable.

He took a sip of coffee and felt that his whole person was different. He raised his eyebrows. He was obviously in a very happy mood.

He put down the coffee cup and said: "Tell me, what are you looking for me for, former commander? I have no intention of hunting you down. After all, you were once a member of the Royal Navy, although I very much hope that you can become a member of the Royal Navy again."

Become one of us, but after all, you have a wanted order on your body, and as a Lord, it is impossible for me to associate with you."

Norrington let Cutler Beckett speak without moving the coffee placed in front of him. He looked into Beckett's eyes and stared at him for a long time before he said: "I want to make a deal with you."

Cutler Beckett picked up the spoon and stirred it gently in the coffee cup, thoughtfully, "It seems that your former fiancée told you what I want. Did you find the compass? But I heard that the compass fell on

It fell into Royer's hands!"

Norrington shook his head, "Maybe what I can give you is what you want more."

After hearing Norrington's words, Beckett became even more curious. He didn't know what surprises this former brigadier general in decline could bring him now, but he still had a trace of curiosity in his heart. Maybe this guy could give him something.

He brings something unexpected.

"Okay, let me see what the former commander can bring to me." Cutler Beckett said, leaning on the chair behind him.

Norrington took out a money bag from his arms, which was the bag he once held silver coins in. Now he placed the money bag in front of Beckett.

Beckett looked at the money bag in front of him. There was still a trace of dirt on it, and he felt a little disgusted. However, the money bag kept beating, as if there was a mouse inside.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted, with endless surprise on his face.

At this time Norrington pushed another wallet in front of Beckett, "I took the liberty of filling in my name on it."

Beckett was even more surprised when he saw this wallet. He looked at Norrington and said, "I didn't expect that your former fiancée still had some affection for you!"

Hearing Beckett's words, Norrington had a forced smile on his face.

Beckett, on the other hand, opened the cloth bag in front of him, but he didn't do much to investigate the amnesty order.

The beating heart in the bag made Beckett's heart beat too.

This was what he had been searching for, and Davy Jones now had it in his hands.

Now the entire Atlantic Ocean may be owned by the East India Company, and with the heart of Davy Jones, the Flying Dutchman, of course, is not far away.

On the other side of Tortuga Port, Zeng Yunfeng was also sitting behind his desk. After washing up, he put on clean clothes.

Zeng Yunfeng was sitting behind the table, reading the letter in his hand, while sitting opposite was Gris Allen.

"Gris, I have a more important task for you to complete."

Gris Allen looked at Zeng Yunfeng in front of him and said, "If you have any questions, captain, just tell me! Don't be polite to me!"

As Zeng Yunfeng's white glove in the Western world, Gris Allen has incomparable advantages, but his foundation is still too shallow.

Zeng Yunfeng knew that it was not easy to deal with these nobles. It not only required gold and silver to clear the way, but also the status and background to be able to communicate with them.

Otherwise, Grice Allen will be swallowed up by these guys like a piece of pastry, and not even the dregs will be left. After all, before the capitalists appeared, the dirtiest people were these politicians.

Zeng Yunfeng smiled and pushed a letter in front of Gris Allen, "Don't worry, you are definitely not alone. I want you to go to Port Royal to find Governor Swan and give me a message!"

"Governor Swann? Can I get in touch with him? Now that he's with Beckett, I'm afraid he's not particularly easy to get close to."

Zeng Yunfeng smiled and shook his head, "No, you just need to tell him a word, and he will hibernate well. I will give him a chance. There can only be one voice in the Caribbean, but I never want it to be Cutler Baker

special."

A month later, at Port Royal, a bearded Gris Allen set foot in the port.

In front of Beckett's desk sat Grice Allen. Beckett looked at the letter in his hand quite amusedly, then looked at Grice Allen with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect Roy Smith to be so bold.

, actually sent you to me, does he not trust you, or does he think your life is worthless?"

Gris Allen smiled. For such a long time, he had been in contact with and even dealt with many nobles and naval generals from many countries. He knew very well what their virtues were. Cutler Beckett could not scare him.

"The leader asked me to bring you a message. The entire Atlantic Ocean, including the Caribbean Sea, only needs one voice. If you are in need, maybe we can help."

Beckett laughed, he likes people who know current affairs, "Hahaha!"

Cutler Beckett stood up with a smile and walked over to the map, running his hands over the islands on the map near the Caribbean Sea.

The Caribbean is not yet under his control so far, and the biggest obstacle is Roy Smith.

But he didn't expect that Roy Smith would actually offer him an olive branch.

Beckett knew even more clearly that the situation in the Caribbean was much more complicated than in other places, because there were so many islands and the terrain was complex, it was almost impossible to completely eliminate these pirates.

But if there is a pirate to help him, everything will be very different, and another thing begins to take root in his heart.

If he can control Royer Smith, his progress in controlling the Atlantic Ocean will be greatly accelerated.

He doesn't mind cooperating with this fierce pirate, because for him Royer is just a tool to be used.

Now Royer Smith still has value to be utilized.

"Tell me, what does Royer want?"

Gris Allen picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip.

"We don't want too much. We want all shipping routes from Tortuga to be unobstructed. Whether it's the iron flag or the flag of the Royal Navy, everything can flow here unimpeded."

Beckett smiled, he really liked this Roy Smith guy, this guy seemed to live in his heart.

As the leader of the East India Company, his biggest task is to maintain various routes. As long as the routes are normal, he can reap huge profits.

He has to hand over benefits to the powerful people behind him every year. The more he pays, the more secure he will be.
Chapter completed!