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"It seems that the plan has changed, Jack?" Gibbs looked at Jack, smelled the stench of carrion on his body, and secretly wondered what a thrilling and interesting experience his clothes had gone through.

"Well, there is a temporary change. Fortunately, I am acting accordingly." Jack nodded casually, took the two cloaks handed over by the dwarf sailor, and thanked him to hand one to Bai Yu, and put one on himself.

"Then have you found what you're looking for?" It was Gibbs's job to replace all the sailors asking questions, "Do we have a new course?"

Shaking the parchment in his hand twice, Jack opened it in a good mood and unfolded it for everyone to see, "As you can see, this is a pattern of a key. Gentlemen, what do you think the key can do."

Bai Yu looked at the key and turned around lazily. The next plot was meaningless. He walked towards the captain’s room, and from a distance he could hear Jack’s cryptic words, “Without this key, you can find the lock. It's no use, no matter what it is, we have to find the key first..."

When the sailors were fooled by Jack to leave, Gibbs leaned forward and asked, "You really intend to provoke David Jones again."

"Time is running out." Jack shook his head. "The existence of Bai Yu is the best time." He slapped Gibbs on the shoulder twice, "Well, Gibbs." Sir, you should go back to your post." He said, raising his right eyebrow, "And I, want to go to the cellar to find a bottle of rum, who can tell me why rum is always drunk So fast?"

Carrying a kerosene lamp, I walked slowly to the wine cellar. When I walked through the storage room, the live lambs and calves inside were walking uneasily, flicking their fingers, like animals not used to shaking water.

Thinking about the time to finish drinking a bottle of rum and returning to the captain's room, the bright light illuminates the front. Jack looked up and found that because of the corrosion of the wet seawater, there were still creeping anemones on the ceiling, and he scratched. Scratching his eyebrows, he turned and looked at the full rum on the wine rack, smiling contentedly.

Reaching out to pull out a bottle, I suddenly heard a low, hoarse and vicissitudes voice, calling his name, "Jack Sparrow... time flies!"

His pupils shrank suddenly, and the rum bottle in his hand fell directly to the floor. The sound of glass breaking and the splashing of alcohol did not arouse Jack's attention. He raised the kerosene lamp and cautiously walked to the source of the sound. After seeing the person in the darkness full of water marks and seaweed, his tone was surprised.

"Boot straps, Bill Turner?"

The man called by Jack as Bill Turner slowly turned to look at Jack. He was soaked all over, his whole face was slightly distorted as if his head was soaked in sea water, and there was half full of oyster shells. He opened his face and opened his mouth to speak while spitting out the sea water, "You look good, Jack."

The two people looked at each other for a long time. Jack tried very hard to see if the person in front of him was a phantom. Maybe he was dreaming. Well, it doesn't seem to be...Bil Turner is not dead. This is probably the biggest this year. The news is coming, Jack, who has not experienced the attack of the big monster, thought so.

Glancing around the wine cellar, Bootstrap Bill spoke dryly, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, "It looks like you have regained the Black Pearl."

"Someone helped me regain the black pearl." Jack's expression was gloomy in the shadows. He pretended to shrug his shoulders lightly, and pointed to Bootstrap Bill. "Among them is your son, Wiltner."

"...He still became a pirate." He uttered these words complicatedly. Bootstrap Bill has been a pirate since Will was born. It can be said that he has never been with this son for a long time.

Jack’s brain was operating quickly, guessing how Bootstrap Bill appeared here and how he became like this. All the guesses finally summed up into one result-David Jones, "It looks like you fell into the deep sea. At that time, I was enslaved by him."

"I chose this...you know I was sent by him, Jack." Bootstrap Bill looked at Jack. He looked at Jack as if he had been enslaved by the devil, with indifference and compassion, "I'm sorry. I didn’t do anything good about that rebellion."

With his eyes immersed in the memory, he stared at the air in front of him blankly. Bootstrap Bill grabbed a conch crawling in front of him, chewed it alive and swallowed it into his stomach, "Falling into the deep sea is impossible to die. This fate As long as I can get rid of, I can say that I am willing to do anything, Jack. You also made a deal with him, and the price is something you can't get rid of."

Watching Bootstrap Bill put the conch full of tentacles into his mouth, Jack slapped his tongue. Even when he looked at it, he felt sick. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of life his former subordinate had lived in front of him. Meeting with Davy Jones, he felt a cold fear swept over his limbs.

"You will experience everything I have experienced. In a hundred years, Jones's sea monster will find you and drag you and your'Black Pearl' back to the deep sea..."

The boot straps in front of Bill have changed into a black abyss and hideous and deep, even if you listen, Jack is as if he is in the ice cellar. David Jones, he has never had the upper hand in his dealings with people. To such a monster, even Jack would have a sense of death that he could not see the future.

Moving his lips, Jack wanted to call for help, but without this opportunity, the hand that had been corroded for too long grabbed his hand, and a cold feeling instantly penetrated into his heart.

"I told you, Jack, it's here now, looking for people with dark spots, greedy like a hungry ghost..."

On the other side of the wine cellar, Bai Yu carried the rum and looked at Bill thoughtfully. This vital sign was clearly dead.

As if being chased by a ghost, Jack trot a little desperately and went on the deck. He barely suppressed his uncontrollable emotions. Holding his left hand tightly, he shouted to the sailors: "Everyone is moving. Sail rope!"

Stunned by his serious and eager tone, the sailors quickly reacted and followed the captain's instructions to start working, closing the anchor, raising the sail, stabilizing the rudder, and setting sail, everyone was desperately urged by Jack...