Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 2 I went out to buy a pack of cigarettes and nine out of ten people I met told me that a disaster was about to happen
"Fuck! Mason! You should have told me earlier that the target of this operation is a god! Instead of waiting until we were already on the boat!"
On the Black Pearl sailing from Turtle Island to the North American continent, Zha Kang, who had just crawled out of the bio-capsule, had no time to experience the "new version" of himself before he was stunned by bad news.
At this moment, he was pacing around in the captain's room of the Black Pearl, which had been released from the collection of glass bottles back into the sea, with an irritated look on his face, swearing while holding a burning cigarette in his mouth:
"Oh my god, that's a god! Although according to Jack it sounds like just a foolish primitive god, whose power is only to control the ocean and storms, she is still not an ordinary life.
Since she could curse a ship to become a ghost ship sailing between life and death, we knew that guy might also have a priesthood of death!
Do you know what this means?"
"Does this mean we'll burp when we see her?"
Captain Jack leaned against the window, reminiscing about the long-lost ocean journey. He grabbed a bottle of rum and gushed it down his throat, saying in a long voice:
"Come on, man, my dear John, Collipsso is not as powerful as you think. She was sealed by Barbossa's gang of bastards, and later she was set free by the pirate kings.
During the time when she transformed into a witch and hid in the swamps of Haiti, I had some intimate experiences with her... Ahem, anyway, I promise, she's not as dangerous as you think.
If I really count them all, I think the cleaners we dealt with at Old Spider's side were more troublesome than her. Of course, the premise is that she can't stay in the sea.
That’s her area.”
"Shut up, Jack. You know nothing about these supernatural matters except hearsay and parroting!"
Zha Kang spit out a spit in annoyance, then turned to look at other people.
The Kite Man is currently flying around outside for reconnaissance using the Falcon's small flying backpack. This is his "home attire". He can't always carry the heavy flying wing captured from the Vulture with him, right?
It looks good, but it consumes too much fuel.
That thing is a "combat suit" and it needs to be modified by the boss to improve its firepower.
As for Ertong, he sat beside him with a nonchalant look on his face, playing with the Alice sword in his hand. This guy, who looked calm on the outside but was actually a show-off, had already changed into his Isu Vanguard Armor.
This will be as sexy as a stripper covered in sequins.
Barbara had been fine-tuning the computer on her wrist to establish a link with the drone army hidden in the cabin. The pupil of her left eye would flash blue light from time to time, which looked extremely strange.
This scene seemed as if, except for Zha Kang himself, no one else had any idea of the danger of this operation.
This made the black magician very desperate.
Hey! Where does your confidence come from? I'm the one who's been strengthened, right?
He blew out a smoke ring and looked at Mason, who was holding a storybook circulated among pirates and reading the legend of the female sea goddess. He calmed down and said in a heavier voice:
"Please tell me, have you prepared something in advance that can restrain divinity?"
"Ah? What is that you're talking about?"
Mason looked up and asked very sincerely.
He obviously hadn't told Zack about Alice's sword yet, and was planning to use it as a joke.
The black magician slapped himself on the face and said in despair:
"I've confirmed that we are doomed. You really accepted this suicidal job without knowing anything. This place is not far from Turtle Island. Stop the boat and drop anchor!
I have to swim back to avoid having my blood splashed all over me when you get killed."
"Okay, John, I was just kidding you."
Mason put down the storybook in his hand, which was almost entirely filled with exaggerated rumors. He stretched his neck and said:
"Mr. Hunter has said everything that needs to be said. To accurately describe our mission, it is not to face an unknown sea god alone, but to snatch food from the hands of the cleaners.
Do you understand what I mean?"
The captain stood up and explained the mission process in detail. He emphasized:
"Mr. Hunter said that the Cleaners or anyone else must not be allowed to obtain Kolypso's divinity. She also said that she couldn't go into more detail about this aspect, so I suspect it may be related to the curse of the Star Society.
The best situation now is that when the cleaners are hunting the Poseidon, we find an opportunity to sneak in, grab a head and run away.
As for restraining divinity...
She said that if we use the knife she gave us to stab the heart of the sea goddess, all problems will be solved. As for the principle, I don’t really understand it. But I guess that knife should help you relieve the panic in your heart. "
"This isn't a good thing!"
Zha Kang's mood improved a little, but only a little.
As a spellcaster who considers self-preservation as his primary goal in any situation, being a coward has become a life philosophy deeply ingrained in Zha Kang's bones.
He kept complaining about Mason dragging him here to die again, and at the same time he used various sentence structures to greet Mason's family in a friendly manner.
But now it's on the way.
Even if he didn't want to take the risk, he couldn't really jump into the sea and swim back to Turtle Island, right?
That's so embarrassing.
"I just wonder how much land our pirate coalition has recaptured in the past half month?"
Mason walked to the window and chatted with Captain Jack:
"How do you feel about seeing your old friends becoming pirate kings one by one? If you hadn't followed me before, maybe you could have your own pirate kingdom, Jack.
Isn't there a little bit of regret and yearning?"
"Fuck."
Captain Jack leaned there in a leisurely manner, drinking rum and saying drunkenly:
"Have I ever told you about my childhood?"
Mason shook his head, and heard Captain Jack say with a sense of nostalgia:
“I grew up in Madagascar as a child.
That's right, in the pirate utopia established by my dad and his brothers, they occupied a natural harbor and a large piece of land, and summoned pirates from all over the world to establish a pirate kingdom.
One of his brothers was the son-in-law of a Mughal princess and had a real army under his command to ensure long-term stability there, while the pirates managed the place with an institution similar to the Pirate King's Council.
Chaotic, noisy, evil yet full of vitality.
This is all I knew about my hometown when I was a child, but when I grew up a little, I saw the dirty truth behind the seemingly cheerful life.
My father and his brothers were constantly fighting overtly and covertly for power, prestige or some other damn thing, and that so-called pirate utopia was nothing more than a large turtle island.
It’s really boring.”
Jack snorted, shook the precious compass in his hand, and said:
"So I left when I was twelve and joined the East India Company and sailed around the Indian Ocean, and I would rather stay on my ship than go home.
Mason, pirates can't govern the country like kings and nobles.
We lack patience, foresight and ideals. The truth behind our so-called pursuit of freedom and disobedience to discipline is that we are all a group of losers who cannot survive in a normal society.
What great things can you expect from a group of losers who can't even be normal people?
I dare to predict that even if Barbossa and his men really establish a kingdom on the mainland, it will not last more than five years before it falls apart. It is just a stupid thing that will only satisfy one's own desires and then lead to death.
Why should I be envious?
Even now, when I return to this familiar sea, the panic from the bottom of my heart has not diminished, even though you have given the world the zombie vaccine. "
He glanced at Mason, opened the compass in his hand between the two of them, and said to it:
"Show me my only chance of survival, baby."
He finished speaking.
The red needle on the exquisite compass pointed directly at Mason, without deviation.
"This thing was given to me by Collipso."
Jack put away the compass and said to Mason:
“It is said that it is tainted with the divinity of the sea god and is the greatest treasure of this sea, but it is also telling me that if I want to survive, I must leave here... Look, Mason, our greatest danger does not come from hunting down Colypso.
Impact...
Didn’t you say that the Third Impact was coming soon? "
"Um."
Mason took out the hourglass given to him by Mr. Hunter from his bag. There was less than one-tenth of the sand left on the top of the hourglass, and it was still leaking out as time passed.
Every second that passes makes one nervously imagine what will happen after the quicksand has completely drained away.
"About five to six days."
Mason looked at the small hourglass in his hand and said:
"We have to return to Gotham before that moment arrives. It is said that hiding in our own base world will increase the chances of surviving the impact."
"Crash"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of huge waves crashing was heard outside the cabin.
The Black Pearl was speeding across the sea following the ocean current and sea breeze, as if being shaken by an invisible hand, causing everyone to be unstable for a moment.
Then a cold air seeped into the captain's room along with the sea breeze, and the hatch was quickly pushed open.
Mr. Gibbs, the first mate, who was carrying a double-barreled shotgun and wearing sunglasses, colorful beach pants and flip-flops but also a strange Isu helmet, and looked as relaxed as if he was going home for the New Year, rushed in and shouted:
"The Dutchman! Jack! That damn ghost ship is underneath us! It's going to capsize us!"
"No, don't be nervous."
Mason and Captain Jack looked at each other and said:
"It came to 'say hello', or maybe it just wanted to say hello to 'old friends'. Jack, would you like to go with me to meet Will?
I guess your old friend also has something to say to you, like asking you to help take care of his wife and children or something like that.
The relationship between the three of you is so complicated, you are the only one he can trust."
"Tsk, isn't he afraid that I will put a hat on him?"
Captain Jack laughed very meanly, drank the rum in his hand in one gulp, and said with a grin:
"I'm with Elizabeth all the time now, and she's my assistant manager. She wears black stockings and high heels to work every day. If I want, I have plenty of opportunities to take advantage of her.
Being a single mom is the best thing.”
"I hired someone to teach you how to use the computer and surf the Internet so that you can get familiar with the new world instead of watching those terrible and obscene things. Jack, can you be more normal?"
Mason rolled his eyes, glanced at Zha Kang, and said:
"Want to come together?"
"Forget it. I have no interest in boarding an unlucky ghost ship. The consequences of being infected with the death curse will definitely be very troublesome."
The black magician decisively refused, took out a magic book, opened it in his hand, waved his hand and said:
"Go away, go away, and don't disturb this mage from experiencing his new power and comprehending new magic."
Ertong and Barbara had no interest in stepping onto a rusted ghost ship, so in the end Jack and Mason got on the boat.
Behind them, a group of non-mainstream pirate crew members dressed in strange clothes were watching with worry, and they headed towards the swirling sea.
As they approached the whirlpool, the ghost ship the Flying Dutchman on the bottom of the sea also quickly surfaced, and in the splashing sea water, the eerie, terrifying, and hideous shabby hull was raised before the two men's eyes.
On the deck, which still had seaweed and various deep-sea creatures, besides the deformed Captain Will Turner, there was also a guy who made Jack's face change slightly.
His dad!
The guardian of the Pirate Code, an undead ghost who is suspected to have become a supernatural entity, Edward Teague Sr.
The last time he talked to Mason, he said that Will Turner was a force that could be won over. This old guy acted quite efficiently. It took him just over half a month to get in touch with the ghost ship.
And judging by the way he and Will were talking in low voices, it seemed that they had reached some kind of cooperation agreement.
"Shua"
When the boat approached the ghost ship, a strange rope ladder woven with bones was thrown down from the side of the ship. It brought with it the chillness from the deep sea. Mason and Jack climbed up the deck covered with barnacles and rust one after another.
It was like stepping into a moving cemetery.
The chaotic, cursed and tortured crew members around them, who were almost losing their minds, smelled the "fragrance" of living people.
They muttered the sweet scent of flesh and blood, grabbed all kinds of weapons and gathered together. Being stared at by those creepy gazes, they felt like they were standing among a group of vengeful spirits.
Mason snorted and gripped the handle of the flintlock at his waist.
Jack didn't care at all. He even opened his arms to hug Will Turner, who was half fish and half man. He said maliciously:
"Elizabeth asked me to say hello to you, Will. Your wife is awesome, awesome in every situation. By the way, what do you think about your son potentially calling me dad in the future?"
"I don't have any idea. If little Henry really calls you father, maybe you can take better care of him?"
An unclear voice came out from Will's mouth, which had been so alienated that he couldn't speak. The ghost captain turned around and roared like a wild beast, asking his crew members to wake up and return to the cabin.
Then he limped in front of Mason and stared down at him with cold eyes and a chilling tone.
He said:
"I warned you, don't come back once you leave! Why? Mason, do you really enjoy touring a dying world? Are you planning to bury us yourself?
Or do you want to choose a good cemetery for yourself?"
"It's just a group of invaders coming into your world to hunt your sea gods."
Mason did not hide anything and told the truth:
"My superiors asked me to stop this process, and if things go wrong, I must do my best to kill Collipsso before they do. So, this time it's official business, I don't want to come but I have to."
As he spoke, Mason looked at Old Teague who was talking to his son, and gave the pirate codenamed "Old J" a look, who nodded barely audibly.
Since he is already a member of the Quint Society, Mason's mission is naturally his as well.
"Your superiors sent you to die."
Will Turner said in a bad tone:
“Only five days left. No, less than five days. The end is near. Every drop of seawater is telling the wail before destruction. The entire ocean is changing.
You picked a worst time to return, Mason Cooper, on the eve of destruction.
You seem very confident, but I don't know if you can return alive. But as for those invaders you mentioned...well, maybe we can cooperate on this matter."
"cooperate?"
Mason raised his eyebrows, showing an interested expression, and said:
"Tell me more."
“Follow me!”
Will Turner, whose half body had been cursed to become a deep-sea creature, limped towards his captain's cabin. Mason followed him through the ship, which was as eerie as a tomb and made people feel uncomfortable all over.
On the deck behind them, Jack bit open the cork of a bottle of wine, took a sip and handed the bottle to his father. Old Teague laughed and raised his glass with his son.
After a moment, he asked:
"So, Jack, how is life in the new world? You look so radiant, it seems you've found new friends."
"It's OK, just so-so."
The drunk Captain Jack grinned and told his father everything that had happened in the past period of time. After hearing the story of their battle against the Cleaners in another world, Old Teague raised his eyebrows.
He said:
"Well, it seems that Team K is indeed suitable for you who are eager to create chaos in the world. But Jack, I can feel that your heart is still on this sea.
Even if you live a life of luxury in another world, you still cannot let go of this ocean.
That might not be such a bad thing.”
The old pirate who founded the first pirate kingdom walked to the side of the ship and looked out at the endless sea behind him. After drinking a whole bottle of rum, he turned around and said to his son:
"Bury it with remembrance, Jack.
Witness the last day of your hometown with your own eyes, and then restart your journey with a surviving mentality. I believe that from now on you will become a person with faith.
Just like your captain.
Together with your new friends, you will embark on a greater and more dangerous undertaking.
For the past, present and future, Jack.
Let’s raise our glasses.”
