Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-Four: Dizzy

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The captain of the Cloldylin was an American of Spanish descent named Fernando Basco. Of course, that name is a simplified one. Spanish names are usually a long string of names, and no one could possibly say the whole series.

Fernando was already in his fifties, but he looked about in his forties, a very passionate and talkative person. He had been somewhat nervous about the pirates' arrival, but seeing Gao Yang and his crew's relaxed faces, Fernando's confidence also increased considerably.

"Skull Gang? A name a bunch of pirates gave themselves?"

Antoncel picked up the binoculars and, while looking out at the sea, laughed, "Some fanciful pirates think they've found a new way to get rich, but I think they've found themselves a shortcut to hell. Hey, Pierre, look at that speedboat, the second one from the right. See the skull that man is holding? That's them, the Skull Gang. You'll soon find out what they're here for."