Bonus chapter [2] - 320 Power Stones
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The following morning, Rigel woke up startled again. He had practiced his transfiguration for much of the night, but just as he was about to wake up, he tried the Fiendfire again.
The result was the same as last time, that tremendous magical drain, that urge to burn everything, and in the end, being consumed by the fire itself.
Taking a deep breath, Rigel didn't leave the coffin quickly, he stayed there until he had fully recovered, emerging with a clear sense of frustration.
The spells he had tried before, while not easy to conjure, were nothing compared to Fiend Fire, the difficulty was ridiculously high. Rigel wished he could go back in time and use the Black Magic Enhancement on Fiend Fire, at the very least. Although Fiend Fire costs magic to create, once it's created, it can become stronger by burning things around it.
He would have fared much better with that spell than with Diabolus, but if he had tried practicing Fiendfire sooner, he would have already died, it was a shame.
In any case, he threw the coffin lid aside, getting out with practiced ease.
Rigel, ready to begin his daily cleaning, received a spell directly to the face from his mischievous wand, but he was only slightly surprised this time.
Salazar left his body as soon as he began to leave the coffin, lying down on the padded item with ease, like a natural sleeper. Rigel allowed Salazar to use the effects of the coffin, he had discovered its benefits, sleeping most of the day, he wasn't ready to leave yet.
Shaking his head, Rigel ignored the snake and left the room. The sky outside had been clear for a long time, the pirates were already at work when Rigel arrived, greeting him as they passed with a simple "Captain."
Rigel wasted no time and started cleaning up those guys.
Nobody was scared anymore, they just went on with their lives.
When Rigel finished his rounds, he finally went to the mess hall. The food was already prepared: bread, fried fish, cheese, an apple, and a glass of goat's milk, simple food, but luxurious at sea.
He sat down next to Clemens and nodded to the man before focusing on eating.
"Tia Dalma tried to enter the kitchen again, but the ship moved to prevent her." Clemens spoke after swallowing, drinking the milk to help him swallow, the comment seemed disinterested, but Rigel noticed the curiosity in his tone.
Rigel rolled his eyes at the man. "The ship is alive, Clemens, just like you and me, simple as that."
Clemens paused for a moment, looking at Rigel, his curiosity growing, but in the end he went back to chewing his food, knowing that this conversation wouldn't end with answers, but with more questions.
"Rigel!" While they were eating, Elizabeth appeared at some point, her eyes bright. "There's a ship ahead!"
Rigel glanced at her, looked away, and continued eating, pretending not to have heard.
Elizabeth didn't give up, of course not, that woman wanted the world to burn. "Come on! We're pirates! You're the captain! Give the command!"
Rigel sighed, stood up, picked up the apple and ate it as he went up the stairs to the deck. Elizabeth smiled and ran after him, Clemens coming soon after, curious.
On the bow, Rigel picked up a spyglass, the British flag and a commercial flag were seen hoisted.
"A merchant ship?" Rigel seemed thoughtful, handing the telescope to Elizabeth beside him. At that moment, Dalma appeared again from who-knows-where, her face showing a rare indifference.
"It's a slave ship." Dalma said.
Rigel stopped, stunned, Clemens beside him also froze, his fists clenching, feeling a little lost for a moment.
Rigel seemed to remember what year it was, he turned his gaze to the distant ship, his eyes narrowing slightly and becoming a little unfocused. He was recalling the history of these ships, "precarious conditions" was an understatement to describe the environment of a slave ship.
A group of people who were living their lives were torn from their land, stripped naked, and piled together amidst the feces, urine, vomit, and blood of their companions.
Of course, Rigel knew that there were good and bad humans everywhere, but the number of good people was not small.
How many died on the journey? Countless, but the business was still profitable enough to continue for centuries.
Children torn from their homes to produce more children who would never know anything but work, humiliation, and whips.
Rigel didn't consider himself a good person, but at that moment, he felt something deep inside him growing.
Disgust.
Rigel's eyes slowly shifted from their usual calmness, instead, a coldness quickly emerged.
Rigel placed his hand on the hilt of Triton's Sword, pulling it out of its sheath and pointing it forward, the ship ranged with increasing speed.
The pirates had to hold on tight to avoid falling from the momentum.
Dalma looked at Rigel with growing curiosity, also having to hold on tight to avoid falling.
Rigel controlled his center of gravity, remaining steady, his voice sounding several colder notes reaching the entire crew.
"Kill, kill all those who wield weapons, guns and whips." He said, surprising the crew.
Soon, the veteran pirates were the first to recover, a cry of excitement and enthusiasm filled the crew, the effect of the Pirate Hat was fully activated, those surprised and confused felt their blood boil.
Even Anna and Elizabeth drew their swords and pistols.
Dalma's smile widened rapidly, she didn't pick up any weapons, she wasn't going to participate in this, but she found it very interesting.
Clemens, standing beside him, felt his blood boil as well, even the anger within him grew stronger, but soon after, a deep confusion spread inside him. He was a doctor, he studied to save lives, but now here he was, wanting to take them.
Even when faced with such disgusting people, Clemens still felt that this wasn't what he truly wanted.
Rigel seemed to notice, looking at him, his eyes softening slightly. "There will be many wounded there, Mr. Clemens, you will be useful elsewhere, there's no need to fight."
Clemens opened his mouth, his eyes complicated, but Rigel had already turned around, walking over to George and Jonas.
The pair already had weapons in their hands, but Rigel spoke up. "You guys get out, you're not going to participate in this."
Both of them widened their eyes, but before they could protest, the ground opened up beneath them, Jormun had acted.
Rigel did not want such young children to die in the fighting.
He could have simply controlled the enemy ship to attack them with his sword, but he didn't want to, instead, he wanted to kill them himself, and take those idle guys with him.
After all, they were pirates!