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Chapter 244 Deep Sea Hades!Hoist and flee!
"A traveler without a heart, an idiot without an end, what he gets in return is betrayal."
"The Hades of the deep sea, which is feared by everyone in the world, was once a spirited man who crossed the seven seas. He also imagined that the phrase "Calypso" was a call when he was embracing his lover, but he didn't know that it was you before being swallowed by the whirlpool."
"I understand you, Jones." Chen Feng murmured.
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While Chen Feng lamented that Davy Jones was a real man, Captain Jack Sparrow was dealing with his own problems.
Holding a bottle of rum in his hand, he left the captain's cabin of the Black Pearl, feeling unlucky to be in the same room as Barbossa.
When his tattered cuffs were drawn back, revealing the conspicuous letter P branded on his wrist.
"Why is there always no rum?" Jack sighed, shaking the empty bottle to himself.
As he stumbled past the rudder, Leach asked, "Course, Captain?"
Jack staggered towards the cabin on the other side, ordering: "Just go straight."
Just below decks, the pirates slept in hammocks and snored loudly.
A cage of chickens clucked as Jack came in.
The captain raised his pistol, and the chickens fell silent.
"You guys are acquainted." Jack said and continued to move forward.
He stood still on the keelwood, and then went to the rum cabinet, and then looked in surprise at the wine rack in front of him, which was almost empty.
Jack was delighted to find a bottle on the lower shelf and yanked it out with all his might.
The bottle was covered in a layer of hard barnacles, which looked wrong.
Jack uncorked the bottle, looked in, then turned the bottle upside down.
The sand flowed out and scattered on the deck.
"Your day is coming to an end, Jack." A voice came suddenly from the shadows.
Jack turned to see a face covered in starfish and barnacles, and as the man stepped forward, crabs climbed onto his arms.
"Boot upper?" Jack asked, and he could barely make out the voice. "Bill Turner?"
"It's me, Jack Sparrow, you look good."
Jack looked at the terrifying-looking sailor in front of him, wishing he could say the same thing to him, but in fact, he tried several times but couldn't get himself to say it.
Instead, he asked Bill, "Is this a dream?"
"No." Bill Turner, Will's father, answered flatly.
Jack shrugged and said, "I don't think so. If it's a dream, there must be rum."
Bootleg grinned and handed Jack a bottle.
Jack took the bottle away from Bill with some difficulty, uncorked the bottle and sniffed it to be sure.
Well, it is indeed rum.
He wiped the top of the bottle on his sleeve and took a swig.
Boot Gang looked at him: "I know that you took back the Black Pearl, although it was in a dishonorable way, and it seems that you are not satisfied with the status quo."
Jack was a little distracted by what the old shipmate was saying, for he was staring at the slippery, slow-moving sea creatures that infested the man's skin.
Quickly freeing himself, the captain said, "I was able to regain the Black Pearl thanks to your son."
Hearing this, Boots looked at Jack in surprise: "William? He also became a pirate?"
Jack nodded and went on: "There's an unhealthy honesty about him."
"That's fine," Bill said to Jack, "though I don't have much credit." The carapace-encased pirate fell silent.
Jack finally asked, "What can I do to deserve your visit?"
"Davy Jones," replied the bootie, "he sent me on errands."
Jack had already expected this: "Ah, you were kidnapped by him and sent to the ship to serve hard labor."
"It was my choice. I'm sorry for my part in betraying you," said Boots, sincerely.
Jack waved his hand and took another gulp of rum.
When Barbossa rebelled, Boots was a crew member on the Black Pearl.
All the other crew members decided to follow Barbossa and make him the new captain, while Jack was abandoned on an island to fend for himself.
Boots told Jack: "Since then, nothing has been going well, and I have been cursed, and I am doomed to live in the bottom of the sea. I can't live, I can't die."
Jack shuddered.
"The only thing I can do is to think," continued the bootleg, "and what I think most of all is that, if there is even the slightest hope of escaping this fate, I am willing to fight for it, and I am willing to give anything in exchange."
"That's what he wants you to think," said Jack, who knew best about Jones' penchant for good deals like this.
"Indeed it is," said Boots, nodding remorsefully.
"Davy Jones came to me and made his terms, and in the hope that after that I could go on to a peaceful life, I promised to serve him for 100 years."
Boots stopped talking, looked straight at his former captain, and added, "Jack, you have a deal with him, too."
"He helped you bring the Black Pearl up from the bottom of the sea and let you be the captain for 13 years."
"Technically..." Jack tried to argue, but was cut off by the boot.
"Jack, you can't get away with lip service," the bootleg reminded him.
Just then a crab crawled down the arm of the boot, and the accursed pirate crushed it to pieces and stuffed it into his mouth.
"The deal between me and him applies to you as well. There is a soul destined to serve on his ship for life."
But Jack wasn't about to start looking like the old bootie so soon, he argued: