After an encounter, the poor Royal Seagull was laid off honorably. The new "taken" ship was named Black Shark.

You can tell from the name that this is actually a pirate ship. Of course, it could have been called that before, but now, although the rough skeleton flag has been removed, the expressionless sailors on the surrounding deck can be called a dead ship.

The "first mate" in the helm has dry hands, but the color is different from that of a normal dead person, but a milky white luster.

The tide at sea was already strong, and under the influence of the cold force, the deck under its feet had now spread out a frozen area covered with white frost.

Miss Smith stood near her arms. Although the month was still summer and the sea was not particularly cold, she was still trembling with coldness, and the gas she exhaled was as white as fog. When she saw it, she seemed to be in the cold winter.

"I will inform you when you need to move, and then when you need to move."

After she said this with her teeth trembling, she turned her head and walked away.

The half-dead first mate behind him turned his head and looked at her quietly. The dark blue eyes were deep and gorgeous, without any emotion.

Miss Smith quickly arrived at the captain's room below, sat opposite Shire, picked up a glass of beer on the table and took a sip, and then wiped the water stains on the corner of her mouth. Then, the orphan astronomer asked curiously, "They can't speak at all, how do you command?"

Obviously, this guy is not an ordinary person. He can still speak normally when facing this person who can communicate with dead people and even control the existence of dead people.

Of course, this actually takes some time to adapt. In fact, when this person woke up, he was so scared that he screamed. If it weren't for the deep sea around him, she would have run away long ago.

"Of course I have my own way." Charles replied softly, staring at a reference book about some kind of illusion in his hand without blinking.

After the initial period of fear, Miss Smith was curious about everything about him, such as his indifferent personality, his appearance that never bathed but never had dirty or smelly appearance, and his always neat clothes.

For example, his amazing methods.

Of course, there are also books that record words that are hard to understand.

Although she was born in poverty, Miss Smith claimed to have read all kinds of documents and had some understanding of the writings around the world, so she suspected that the words in this book were not owned by the earth.

I just asked curiously but didn't get any response, and this doubt is limited to doubt.

"The helmsman looked calm just now, but I felt that the other sailors on the deck seemed to eat people. You should keep a close eye on them and don't eat me, otherwise no one will find you a trident."

Miss Smith muttered, and when she saw Charle nod, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The dead people outside were very strange, never talking, but they didn't look like idiots, but they looked very wise. However, when paying attention to themselves or any living creature, the emotions hidden in their blue eyes seemed to be not looking at people, but food.

This is very scary, not to mention that they don’t even breathe, but it’s normal to think about it. People who are dead are dead. If they have breathe, then what else can they be called dead?

"Isn't this person in front of me dead too? Isn't he pretending to be a normal person? Otherwise, how could he communicate with the dead?"

Just as she was emitting thoughts, Miss Smith found that the young man opposite who was originally focused on reading suddenly put down the book in her hand and stood up. This made her thump and asked, "What happened?"

"It's okay, just stay here." The light answer seemed to have a great sense of security. Miss Smith was not very scared when she heard this. She nodded honestly and looked at her figure and pushed the door out.

...

"Hey, we've gotten rid of them before, why are we still catching up?"

A black-shaped mast sailboat was sailing rapidly in the ocean shrouded in the dusk. The old pirate with a round face and beard cursed and was holding the rudder. Next to him, another pirate wearing a captain's hat and dressed in a flowing air was looking into the distance with a monocular telescope.

Hearing this, he muttered vaguely: "I think this may be my compass and I really can't bear to leave me."

Looking at the sea through the narrow cylinder, only a nautical mile behind, a seemingly broken pirate ship was following him. The strange figure faintly visible on it made him tremble unconsciously, but after discovering another cripple man beside the strange man, he bared his teeth: "I should actually completely solve him."

"Instead of blaming others, it is better to ask yourself why you sold the compass." The old pirate at the helm beside him snorted, his mouth tightly pursed, and his hands vigorously controlled the fastest pirate ship on the ocean to advance bravely. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Look at Jack, there are pirates!"

"Pirates? We are pirates, there is nothing to see."

"We can use them as shields!"

This sentence made the person next to him feel energetic, then grinned and patted his companion on the shoulder and urged: "Good Gibbs, I like watching this kind of scene the most. Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Okay!"

The happy event was coming, and the round-faced old pirate did not refute, but happily controlled the ship and turned slightly, heading towards the four pirate ships he saw.

Although getting close to the enemy without saying hello is a serious provocative act, Gibbs believes that relying on his lifelong experience in manipulating ships and the extremely fast Black Pearl under him, they have a great chance to escape the attack without the opponent's efforts to deal with it, and throw the devil ship behind him behind the four pirate ships.

In this way, they will have a shield, and they may not be able to completely get rid of the terrifying devil ship, but they can help them delay for a certain period of time.

As he slowly approached, the four ragged pirate ships seemed to have no obvious reaction at all, which made Captain Jack, who was nervous, wonder, muttering and glancing inward with his telescope.

"Huh? There's really no response? Today is my lucky day... Hell, what are those!?"

"What?" The old pirate at the helm turned his head and asked.

Due to the distance problem, he could not see the other party's real situation clearly, and could only see a personal figure.

Captain Jack did not speak when he heard this, but raised his telescope again as he was uncertain and looked at the first mate beside him, touched his chin, and grinned: "It's nothing, it seems like an old acquaintance."

"Old acquaintance? That's better. No one who knows you is good." The old pirate muttered, shouted at the deck, and began to sail towards the pirate ship he saw at full speed.

Everything went smoothly, and even went too far. After entering the attack range, the pirate ships did not see any attacks, which made the old pirate Gibbs very happy.

However, when they approached to a certain level and could see the real situation clearly with the naked eye, the smile on the old pirate's face gradually disappeared, and a hint of panic was born and grew stronger.

"Jack Sparrow, don't say you haven't seen it before!" His face turned pale, and his hand holding the rudder was trembling.

"Don't hesitate and rush over!"

Captain Jack beside him urged: "The dead are just right to the devil!"

He said, seeing that the old guy seemed to be frightened, he prepared to snatch the rudder and drive it himself without hesitation. However, before he could really grab it, the Black Pearl under his feet suddenly began to tremble.

At the same time, a sharp cry came from the bottom of the ship below:

"Not good, the boat is leaking!"
Chapter completed!