Chapitre 106: The sword's companion

Blackbeard sat beneath the oil painting, his waist and back perfectly upright. If not for his aquiline nose contributing to his vicious appearance, he would really have the air of a British Royal Navy general. Davy Jones sloppily leaned against a chair by the side, his domineering aura spewing out of him, he glanced towards the door when someone walked in. Sheyan was extremely quick-witted, he immediately bent his body to bow saying.

"Boss."

Davy Jones nodded his head, squinting his eyes he said.

"The sword you offered to me, was it really taken from Ammand's hands?"

Sheyan shrugged his shoulders and innocently proclaimed.

"Boss, the amount of people who recognize this weapon in the Caribbean sea are more than the sharks in the water!"

Davy Jones laughed out loudly, he turned to face the steel cold expressionless Blackbeard.

"I feel what my third officer said is absolutely right."