A foreigner's journey

Although Elizabeth's temperament is not as delicate as that of ordinary aristocratic girls, she grew up in the education of a famous family. Facing a ** man wearing only tattered and half-trousers, she subconsciously let out a soft sigh without knowing it. Wherever he should put his eyes, he simply ran behind Jack.

Jack looked at Heather up and down without any scruples, and said with a tsk in his mouth: "Man, you are in good shape. You have to work hard to attract those noble girls, right?"

Heather took off her glasses and smiled slightly: "Don't you wonder why there are people on this isolated island?"

Elizabeth breathed again.

But this time she knew where to put her eyes. She suddenly jumped out from behind Jack, straightened her long golden hair that was blown by the sea breeze, stared at Heather's face with some embarrassment, and said softly: "No wonder, no wonder, sir, you must also have been raped by pirates." After the robbery, he was exiled to this island, right?"

Jack was unhappy. He took small steps and whispered into Elizabeth's ear: "Don't be deceived, dear, look at his strange effeminate look, maybe he is a castrato!"

Elizabeth was furious, pushed Jack's chest and pushed him away, with a face full of disgust: "Jack Sparrow! You still have the nerve to slander others as castrates!? Open your dog eyes and take a good look at this gentleman. At first glance, he looks like a masculine and upright law-abiding citizen, maybe even a knowledgeable scholar or a nobleman from the East!"

"Oriental noble? A little girl who has never seen the world..." Jack muttered unwillingly and turned to look at Heather: "Yes, I was about to ask you why you appeared on this island. ?”

Heather sighed, sat on the beach and said sadly: "As you might think, I was robbed by pirates, and I was the only one who survived on the ship. But these bastards still didn't let me go, passing by this isolated island He exiled me directly here, and even refused to give me a musket to kill myself."

Jack frowned, but before he could speak he was interrupted by Elizabeth:

"You're right, these pirates are so abominable. This, uh, Mr. Jack and I were also exiled here by the pirates. Sir, I wonder if you can get out of here? Something like witchcraft or something like that. kind?"

Well, [Orient] meant ‘mystery’, ‘silk’, ‘wealth’, ‘gold’ and the like to most eighteenth-century white-skinned people, all thanks to Marco Polo.

Facing the girl's expectant gaze, Heather gestured towards herself: "If I had such a convenient spell, I would first change myself into a well-fitting dress, otherwise I would face someone as elegant and luxurious as you in such an embarrassing appearance. A beautiful girl is really not what a decent gentleman should do.”

Elizabeth just blushed and giggled.

The shocking beauty that has almost no effect in the Hunter World has finally opened in the Pirates of the Caribbean World, which is gratifying.

Jack poked Elizabeth's arm with his elbow. Seeing that the latter had no reaction, he had to take another step forward to block the gap between the blond girl and the black-haired young man, with a decisive attitude of beating a mandarin duck:

"After all that, he turns out to be an unlucky guy waiting to be starved to death. Let me declare in advance that if you want to commit suicide, please go take a dip in the sea water yourself. We will not lend this gun to others."

"Wait a minute, gun? What are you using a gun for?" Elizabeth woke up from Heather's beauty and looked at Jack in surprise: "You were also exiled to this island before, right? Use your old gun again. Wouldn't it be great if we could just escape? Will is still on the Black Pearl, we have to rescue him!"

Jack said 'aha': "Miss Elizabeth actually remembers that her sweetheart let her escape at the cost of his own life. I thought you were addicted to... (Jack glanced at Heather) The beauty of a certain oriental nobleman cannot be extricated. It’s over.”

"I, I didn't!" Elizabeth screamed with a red face. It seemed that if she couldn't beat Jack, she would definitely pounce on him with a blaster.

Jack shook his finger: "The key is that the Black Pearl has already sailed away. Even if we can leave this island, do you still have a steering wheel and a few sails hidden in your cute body-hugging suit?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the girl's chest, which was as flat as the marble floor of the Governor's Palace in Port Royal: "...It seems that that is impossible. And before we caught up with the Black Pearl, the poor infatuated little Turner would have already died."

Jack spread his hands, indicating that he was helpless, and then took an enchanting step towards the woods in the center of the island, as if he didn't recognize his relatives. When passing by Heather, he exaggeratedly touched his chest and bent down to salute him. Heather smiled and bowed her head in return.

The girl who was frozen in place didn't even care about her shame and annoyance. The safety of her sweetheart occupied her entire mind at this moment. She hurriedly caught up with Jack and chirped in his ear like a little bird: "But, you are Captain Jack Sparrow! You can slip under the noses of seven agents of the East India Company, and you don't even have to worry about it." You sacked the entire Nassau Harbor with one shot of your gun. Are you really the big pirate I know? Hey, Jack, are you listening!"

She grabbed Jack, who was tapping on the trunk of a certain palm tree and pretending to lie on the trunk and listen to something.

"Huh?" Being pulled by Elizabeth, Jack seemed to have just woken up from drunkenness, with a confused look on his face.

"How did you escape last time?" Elizabeth now began to seriously doubt the reliability of the legend.

Jack hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Last time... I only stayed here for three days, do you understand?"

Elizabeth felt like the sky was about to collapse: "Three days? It's not the legendary 'Stay in front of the beach for a month, let all the seabirds and sea beasts become familiar with your existence, and then tie a raft to dozens of sea turtles and escape calmly' ? Tell me quickly, how did you escape!"

"Let me explain it to him."

At this time, a gentle voice sounded from the side. Heather's figure appeared not far from the two of them, raising her hand to point to a location only a few steps away from the palm tree where Jack was leaning:

"This island should be a secret warehouse of rum smugglers, and the cellar there is a secret hiding place. When Mr. Jack Sparrow was exiled to a desert island, he was lucky enough to meet a rum smuggler who came to pick up the goods, so I followed their ship and left here, am I right?”

Jack spread his hands towards Elizabeth, meaning "Look?" He said everything he could say], and added by the way: "Captain, please call me Captain Jack Sparrow. Thank you."

Elizabeth looked at Jack in disbelief: "So you just lay on the beach and got drunk for three days? There are no legendary stories like turtle rafts?"

"That is just the arrangement and re-creation of people's wishful thinking. I personally do not agree with this approach that is almost slanderous."

Jack counted his steps and strode to the wine storage location, cleared the sand and leaves from the wine cellar cover, and got into the wine cellar:

"Oh, it seems like no one has been here for a long time. Maybe this is also due to your fiancé, Brigadier General Norrington."

Elizabeth stood by the wine cellar with her arms folded, watching angrily as Jack climbed out of the wine cellar carrying two bottles of rum: "Then what? The great Captain Jack Sparrow is going to get drunk on the beach for three days again?"

Jack was silent for a while, then handed her a bottle of wine: "...Welcome to the Caribbean, honey."

Then he looked at Heather again, pinched the orchid finger and said: "Sorry, buddy, I didn't bring you a bottle, but you can go in and get it yourself. I hope you are not so addicted to alcohol, otherwise we will have to survive in a few days. I'm so thirsty."

"It doesn't matter, I don't like drinking." Heather said it didn't matter.

Elizabeth immediately agreed: "I agree! This evil drink can turn the most respected person into a villain!"

Jack rolled his eyes and even walked more awkwardly than usual while carrying the bottle: "Great, I was worried that you two were complete drunkards and wanted to steal a drink from me. What a rare opportunity. You can drink as much rum as you want until you're drunk!"

He was humming a song and wanted to leave with the wine when he saw Heather walking towards the wine cellar and asked strangely: "Man, don't you like drinking? Listen to me, rum doesn't taste good. Don’t waste your efforts, leave it to those who need it more.”

A gorgeous golden cross sword appeared in Heather's hand at some point, and she bowed her head politely to Jack: "I really don't like drinking, but these wines are of great use to me. So, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?" Jack was even more confused.

"If the wine in the cellar was used as fuel to burn this forest, the smoke would reach thousands of feet high, right?"

Heather waved the cross sword casually, and the surrounding trees slowly fell to the ground in the bright sword light, making a dull and heavy sound.

"Burn, burn?" Jack's expression froze.

Elizabeth looked ecstatic: "That's right! That's right. If you burn these hellish rums, the smoke will definitely be very high. Now the entire navy in Port Royal is looking for me. It will take less than two hours." I will definitely find you! This gentleman, you are simply a genius!"

If she didn't still have Will as her sweetheart in her heart, Elizabeth would have wanted to put aside her reserve and throw herself into Heather's arms and kiss him hard.

"Not good! Very bad!"

Jack was so frightened that he hurriedly ran and jumped back, dancing and trying to stop Heather's violent behavior: "Why are you burning rum! That's rum!"

In Jack's heart, rum's status is second only to the Black Pearl and higher than his father's.

However, on this isolated island far away from the laws and moral principles of the world, force decides everything.

Half an hour later, Jack Sparrow sat in front of the beach with his knees crossed, watching blankly as barrels of rum were thrown onto the fire by the strange bastard, and there were many palms piled under the fire. Tree. Because it was too moist, there was more smoke and less fire, but this was just what Heather and Elizabeth wanted.

The dirty Elizabeth was actively helping Heather carry the rum. There was no trace of the fact that this was the governor's daughter, known as the brightest pearl of Port Royal.

Heather suddenly raised his hand to signal Elizabeth to stop. He pointed to a black spot on the horizon in the distance:

"Look, isn't there someone coming to pick us up?"

PS: Forget it, 5pm is a bit late, let’s post it at 12pm instead.