Roger stood at the bow, looking at the calm, maddening sea.
He felt he wasn't the king of the sea, but a waiting-for-her-husband stone.
The person he was waiting for was slower than a damn express delivery.
"No! I can't wait any longer!"
Roger suddenly turned around, his handsome face filled with the anger of being stood up.
"I'm going to tear up the ticket!"
"Everyone, assemble!"
Accompanying Roger's roar, the pirates on deck, who were playing fighting landlords, mahjong, and truth or dare, instantly snapped to attention and lined up.
Ron, who was hanging on the mast and had lost a lot of weight, also opened his cloudy eyes.
"Brothers!"
Roger jumped onto the command platform, pointing at Ron on the mast.
"This, is our asset, right?"
"Right!"
The pirates roared in unison.
"Now, the buyer of this asset, he has breached the contract!"
"He ran away!"
"He owes us a month's storage fees and emotional distress fees!"
Roger's voice was impassioned, full of the Inflammatory of a pyramid scheme leader.
"So, what should we do?"
"Liquidate! Cash out!"
Buck yelled, his voice hoarse. He had just lost his spine in a game of fighting landlords and was looking for a place to vent.
"Exactly!"
Roger snapped his fingers.
"Since he won't redeem the person, we'll turn this person into our KPI!"
"Today, right here, public execution!"
"Whoever has the most creative execution method, one that best reflects the corporate culture of our explorer, will be rewarded with five hundred copper coins!"
"Roar!"
The pirates instantly erupted.
Execution? And a bonus?
Where could you find such a good thing!
"Captain! I suggest! Use our greek fire! Give him a smokeless, environmentally friendly cremation package! His ashes can even be used as fertilizer!"
"No, no! That's too easy for him! I suggest tying him to the bow and using our ram to give him a physical transcendence!"
"Yours are all too unoriginal! Listen to me! Take all his bones apart one by one, make them into a set of dominoes, and then invite the Captain to push the first one! This is called performance art!"
The pirates vied to propose their solutions, each more perverse than the last.
Elizabeth and Yumi shivered in the Captain's Cabin.
The two women hugged each other, feeling like they had boarded a pirate ship among pirate ships.
Ron, listening to the myriad ways to die, rolled his eyes and very simply fainted again.
"Very good! Everyone's enthusiasm is very high!"
Roger nodded in satisfaction.
"Then let's use the most classic cannon execution!"
"Tie him to the muzzle of the cannon and send him flying into the sky!"
Just as Buck and Billy excitedly untied Ron from the mast, preparing to bind him to the cannon's muzzle.
From the crow's nest, three rapid bell tolls suddenly rang out.
"Holy… Captain!"
"On the sea… there seems to be something on the sea!"
The lookout's voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
Roger snatched the telescope from Hector's hand.
On the distant horizon, a lone black speck bobbed up and down with the waves.
That wasn't a ship.
It was just a tattered piece of what looked like a cabin door panel or something similar.
And on that door panel, something was lying… a person?
"What is this? Someone trying to scam us at sea?" Roger clicked his tongue.
He adjusted the focus.
The figure was wearing a tattered Captain's uniform, its original color indistinguishable.
On his head was a distinctive tricorn hat, with a feather stuck in it, pulled from who knows what chicken.
His hair was braided into countless dirty dreadlocks, adorned with various seashells and unidentified objects.
Most strikingly, he was clutching a rum bottle tightly, occasionally raising it for a swig, then cursing at the sea.
That face, with its smoky eye makeup and two small mustaches, though far away, Roger recognized it instantly.
"Damn!"
He almost dropped the telescope in his hand.
Isn't this Jack?!
How could he be here?
And judging by his appearance, he looked exactly like a vagrant who had just escaped from a refugee camp.
"Haul him in."
Roger's command carried a sense of absurd disbelief, as if he'd seen a ghost.
A few minutes later.
Jack Sparrow was being held by two pirates and thrown onto the deck of the explorer.
He was soaked, emitting a strange odor of rum, and the fishy smell of seawater mixed together.
"Hic!"
Jack hiccupped, swaying as he stood up.
He looked around in confusion; when he saw the huge and menacing black ship, and the pirates on deck glaring at him, he wasn't afraid. Instead, he showed a drunken smile.
"Hey! Mates!"
He spread his arms, greeting them warmly.
"Can anyone tell me, is this heaven?"
"Why do I see so many long-lost brothers of mine?"
Hector looked at the familiar yet strange figure before him, almost crushing the helm in his hand.
"Jack… Sparrow?"
"Oh! Hector! My dear First Mate!"
Jack's eyes lit up when he saw Hector, and he lunged forward, giving him a big hug.
"I knew you were still alive!"
Hector pushed him away in disgust.
"Where's your ship?"
At the mention of his ship, the smile on Jack's face instantly vanished.
He looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, squeezing out two crocodile tears from the corners of his eyes.
"It sank."
"My the dauntless… it… it was dragged to the bottom of the sea by a nasty Giant Octopus!"
"It didn't even leave me a mast!"
Jack cried with such sorrow.
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