foreigner's journey

Chapter 85 Do you like bonfire parties?
Although Elizabeth was not as delicate as an ordinary noble girl, she had grown up in the education of a prestigious family. Facing a ** man who only wore tattered half-length pants, she subconsciously whispered, not knowing. Where should the eyes be placed, they simply ran behind Jack.

Jack looked at Heather up and down without any scruples, and tutted his mouth: "Man, you are in good shape, and you have to work hard to attract those noble girls?"

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

Elizabeth snorted again.

But this time she knew where to put her eyes.I saw her jumping out from behind Jack, straightening her long blond hair that had been ruffled by the sea breeze, and staring at Heather's face shyly and said softly, "It's not surprising, this gentleman, you must also be caught by a pirate. Exiled to this island after looting, right?"

Jack was upset, and took small steps to Elizabeth's ear and whispered: "Don't be deceived dear, you look at his sissy appearance, maybe he is a castrato!"

Elizabeth was furious, she pushed Jack on the chest and pushed him away, her face full of disgust: "Jack Sparrow! You still have the face to slander others as a castrato!? Open your dog's eyes and take a good look, this gentleman. At first glance, it is a masculine and law-abiding citizen, and it may even be a learned scholar or an aristocrat from the East!"

"Oriental noble? A little girl who has never seen the world..." Jack muttered unwillingly, turning 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 think, I was robbed by pirates, and I was the only one on the ship who survived. But these bastards still didn't let me go, passing this lonely island. He exiled me directly here, and he was even reluctant to give me a musket that would cut itself off."

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

"That's right, this group of pirates is really hateful, me and this, uh, Mr. Jack were also exiled here by pirates. This gentleman, I wonder if you can get out of here? Something like witchcraft and so on. kind?"

Well, [Oriental] means 'mystery', 'silk', 'wealth', 'gold' and the like in most eighteenth-century white-skinned eyes, 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 such an elegant and luxurious person like you with such an embarrassed appearance. A beautiful girl is really not what a decent gentleman should do."

Elizabeth just smirked red-faced.

The stunning beauty that barely played a role in Hunter World has finally opened in Pirates of the Caribbean, and it's a welcome congratulations.

Jack poked Elizabeth's arm with his elbow. Seeing that the latter had no response, he had to take a step forward to stand between the blond girl and the black-haired youth, with a decisive gesture of hitting the mandarin ducks:
"I said so much, but it turned out to be an unlucky ghost waiting to be starved to death. I stated in advance that if you want to make your own decision, please go to the sea, and we will not lend this gun."

"Wait a minute, gun? What do you use 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 one again. Wouldn't it be better to escape? Will is still on the Black Pearl, we have to save him!"

Jack let out a 'ahha': "Miss Elizabeth still 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 can't help it It's over."

"I-I didn't!" Elizabeth screamed with a flushed face. It seemed that if she hadn't been able to beat Jack, she would definitely have pounced on the hammer.

Jack shook his fingers. "The point is, the Black Pearl has gone. Even if we can get off the island, is there a steering wheel and sails hidden in that cute bodysuit?"

As he said that, he glanced at the girl's chest as flat as the marble floor of the Governor's Palace in Port Royal: "...It seems unlikely. And before we catch up with the Black Pearl, the poor infatuated little Turner is probably long ago. died."

Jack spread his hands, indicating that he was powerless, and then walked towards the woods in the center of the island with enchanting steps that he did not recognize.

The girl who was stunned in place didn't even care about being ashamed, the safety of her sweetheart occupied all her mind at this time.She hurriedly caught up with Jack, chattering in his ear like a bird: "But, but you are Captain Jack Sparrow! You can slip under the noses of seven East India Company agents, and you don't have to spend a second. The whole port of Nassau was looted in one shot, are you really the big pirate I know? Hey, Jack, are you listening!"

She grabbed Jack, who was banging on a palm tree trunk and pretending to lie on the trunk listening to something.

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

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

Jack hesitated, and finally said, "Last time... I only stayed here for three days, understand?"

Elizabeth felt that the sky was falling: "Three days? Not the legendary 'stay in front of the beach for a month, let all the seabirds and sea beasts familiar with your existence, and then tie a raft to dozens of turtles and escape calmly' Tell me, how did you escape!"

"Let me explain to him."

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded from the side.Heather's figure appeared not far from the two of them, raising his hand to point only a few steps away from the palm tree on which Jack was leaning:
"This island is supposed to be the secret warehouse of a rum bootlegger, and the cellar there is a secret storage place. When this Mr. Jack Sparrow was exiled to a desert island, he was lucky to meet a liquor dealer to pick up the goods, so he Followed their boat out of 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. "And you just lay on the beach and got drunk for three days? There's no such thing as a turtle raft?"

"That's just choreography and re-creation of the world's wishful thinking, and I personally don't agree with this near-slanderous approach."

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

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

Elizabeth stood by the wine cellar with her arms crossed, watching Jack angrily climb out of the wine cellar with two bottles of rum: "And then what? The great Captain Jack Sparrow is going to be drunk on the beach for three days?"

Jack was silent for a moment, then stuck her a bottle of wine: "…Welcome to the Caribbean, honey."

Then he looked at Heather again, pinched the orchid finger and said, "Sorry man, I didn't bring you a bottle, but you can go in and get it yourself, I hope you're not so addicted to alcohol, or we'll have to live in a few days. Thirsty."

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

Elizabeth agreed immediately: "I agree! This wicked drink can turn the most respected man into a total villain!"

Jack rolled his eyes, and even walked more awkwardly than usual when he was holding the bottle: "Great, I'm afraid you two are downright alcoholics and want to grab a drink with me. A rare opportunity, You can drink rum to your heart's content, and you can rest until you are drunk!"

He was humming a song and wanted to leave with the wine, but he saw Heather walking towards the wine cellar and asked strangely, "Dude, don't you like drinking? Listen to me, rum is not good, Don't waste your energy and leave it to those who need it more."

Heather did not know when a gorgeous golden cross sword appeared in his hand, and bowed his head slightly to Jack politely: "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 wood, the smoke would be thousands of feet high?"

Heather swung the cross sword at will, and the surrounding trees slowly fell to the ground in the dazzling light of the sword, making a dull sound.

"Burning, burning?" Jack's expression froze.

Elizabeth looked ecstatic: "Yes! Yes, if you burn these rums that should go to hell, the smoke must be very high, and now the entire navy in Port Royal is looking for me, within two hours You will definitely find it! This gentleman, you are a genius!"

If it weren't for Will's sweetheart in her heart, Elizabeth would have thrown her restraint aside and threw herself into Heather's arms to give him a hard kiss.

"Not good! Very bad!"

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

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

But on this isolated island, far from the laws and moral codes of the world, force is everything.

Half an hour later, Jack Sparrow was sitting in front of the beach with his knees folded, dumbfounded watching barrels of rum being thrown onto the fire by that weird bastard, and a lot of palms piled under the fire. Tree.Too much humidity leads to more smoke and less fire, but this is exactly what Heather and Elizabeth want.

Dirty Elizabeth was working hard to help Heather carry the rum, and she couldn't tell that this was the governor's daughter, who was known as the brightest pearl of Port Royal.

Heather suddenly raised his hand to signal that Elizabeth could stop. He pointed to a black spot on the distant sea horizon:
"Look, isn't there someone here to pick us up?"

　PS: Forget it, 5 pm is a bit late, change it to 12 noon

　
(End of this chapter)