A foreigner's journey

After Blackbeard left, silence returned to the cabin of the Queen Anne's Revenge.

The sailors who can stay on the Black Pearl are either obedient, discerning, or both, and will not bother the captain and Miss Angelica at this time.

In the cabin, the dim yellow lampshade swayed slightly with the rise and fall of the waves, and Angelica lay in Heather's arms without saying a word.

And Heather didn't say anything. She gently stroked Angelica's long brown curly hair with her right hand. She held the Triton Blade in her left hand and looked at it over and over from time to time. Compared with the hot Spanish girl in her arms, Heather paid more attention to it. More power was put on this magic blade.

After a long time, Angelica raised her head and looked at Heather with her beautiful big eyes that were slightly red and swollen from crying. Her sad tone was filled with stubbornness:

"Now, should I call you [Master]?"

"Huh? Ha..."

Heather couldn't help laughing for a moment: "Angelica, oh dear, what's wrong with you? Do you really think I will take the so-called deal just now to heart?"

"But I take it to heart!"

The fierce personality inherited from her mother was clearly visible, and Angelica said reluctantly:

"I lost my mother and was abandoned by my father. Now you are my legitimate [master]... Why, do you want to abandon me too?"

"You are still you, free Angelica."

Heather knew that this hot Spanish girl was a little hysterical because of her continuous emotional fluctuations. While gently stroking her long hair, she comforted her softly:

"Blackbeard abandoned you. It was his sin and your blessing. Isn't it worth a drink to get rid of such a ruthless father who has no affection for you?"

After being abandoned by his own father, he still needs to drink to celebrate? After hearing this, Angelica was so angry that she struggled in Heather's arms, but was gently held by Heather's strong arms:

"Okay, my dear, let me assume that I was wrong, okay? Just think that he has chosen [Soul]. I will still let you go free and leave the treasure to you. When you are in the mood and have free time, I will occasionally Pray for your miserable and abominable old father, maybe God will commute his sentence?"

"Has anyone ever said that you are really... blunt when speaking."

Angelica's struggle gradually stopped, she lay back on Heather's chest, and murmured:

"Yes, even if he abandoned me and my mother and showed no kindness to me in nurturing me, I still hope that he can be redeemed... I'm so mean."

"I prefer to call it 'kindness'."

Heather corrected Angelica's wording: "But the Triton Blade and the Queen Anne's Revenge cannot be handed over to you, nor can those zombie sailors. They are all products of black magic and are too dangerous for you. "

Angelica nodded, held Heather's solid chest with both hands and took two steps back: "I understand, my master."

"Don't call it that...forget it, let's correct it slowly in the future."

Heather waved her hand: "You go to the Black Pearl to join Jack and the others. By the way, let the sailors leave the Queen Anne's Revenge as well."

"And you?"

"I have something to do and will be delayed for a while. Let's meet on Tatuga Island."

Heather remembered something again: "If they see the Flying Dutchman, ask them to wait in the waters near Tatooga Island. Tell Davy Jones that the promise I made to him will not change."

Angelica nodded: "Well, be careful."

After saying that, she stood up on tiptoes and kissed Heather gently on the mouth, then with a blushing face, she climbed up the stairs and left the cabin.

Looking in the direction of the stairs, Heather stood in the middle of the cabin, which had returned to calm, and slowly stretched out her right hand to touch the corner of her mouth that had been kissed.

In the end he just let out a long sigh.

A few minutes later, with a commotion on the decks, Heather could sense through the Triton Blade that all the sailors had left the Queen Anne's Revenge.

After collecting all the sailors, the Black Pearl made a beautiful sharp turn under Jack's control and headed towards Tatuga Island.

Then, it’s time to start [SHOW TIME].

Heather walked slowly along the steps to the deck, waving the Triton Blade casually.

Invisible magic waves spread to the entire Queen Anne's Revenge. The sails were retracted, the ropes fixed the heavy objects on the deck and cabin, and the rudder slowly turned on its own.

The Queen Anne's Revenge began to circle senselessly in the waters.

Heather moved a chair and placed it on the deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge, and sat on the large wooden chair with her head slightly bowed in the rain, with the Triton Blade placed across his knees.

After about half an hour, he suddenly raised his head. At that moment, a bolt of thunder struck down, creating a winding silver burn mark in the dark sky.

It's now!

The raging and violent thoughts were no longer suppressed and restrained, forming a huge spiral pillar of flame that penetrated the sky, covering the entire Queen Anne's Revenge, and even connected with the thunder that struck in the sky!

The majestic and majestic flame-type thought energy washed over the Triton Blade. The broken magic sword made by the Poseidon Triton began to tremble violently, and dark red signs of melting appeared on the surface.

Recasting begins!

Another thunder struck, and the sea seemed to be irritated. The storm became more fierce, and a huge whirlpool began to form in the sea area where the Queen Anne's Revenge was!

In the center of the rapidly rotating whirlpool was an extremely deep darkness, which seemed to be desperate to engulf Heather and the Queen Anne's Revenge.

A large number of cables and ropes rushed out crazily, tightly binding Heather to the center of the deck, keeping it in its recast posture.

Other than that, he did not take any evasive or resisting measures at all, but laughed and allowed the whirlpool to gradually pull the Queen Anne's Revenge to the center position.

At this time, a huge wave struck and engulfed the entire Queen Anne's Revenge.

In this way, the Queen Anne's Revenge and her new owner were swallowed by the endless sea water.

The light on the sea above her head gradually faded away, and Heather, who was sinking continuously, could feel that the surrounding seawater had a soul and vitality. They were pulling herself and the Queen Anne's Revenge toward the dark and gloomy underwater world, trying to drag herself directly Drown?

Nice idea, but...

Heather's slightly curly black hair turned into long black hair that was scattered and floating like seaweed, and her blue eyes flickered and swayed slightly in the dark seabed.

He has not released the [Curse Coin·Undead] form at all.

Transforming into an undead form does not mean that he cannot feel the pain of drowning and suffocation. Otherwise, Bill Turner would not have impatiently signed a hundred-year contract as soon as he met Davy Jones, let alone the endless pressure of the seabed. Dark and cold.

But Heather could endure it all.

The pressure of the seawater and the loneliness of the seabed are also the environmental help he needs to recast the Triton Blade.

Come on, let me see how long the 'curse coin' can last me in this absolutely silent and oppressive seabed! Will my recast be completed first, or will you defeat me first?

Poseidon Triton!