Scandinavian white desert, unknown black islands.

call……

Jack D. Sparrow slowly opened his eyes, and his dark gray to almost black eyes gradually gained color.

He moved his gaze downwards and saw that the gray-white light spot on the back of his hand was gradually fading and retracting, until it was completely submerged in the skin and hidden in the flesh, and then he felt that his body had returned to reality.

Mr. Old Days, haha, the mysterious and powerful high-sequence man is really terrifying. I almost didn’t realize what abilities he used before he was teleported back.

"John Ming, Wendy, you..."

Just as Jack was about to open his mouth to call back the first mate and boatswain, he suddenly saw that there was no one behind him, only himself.

"Where are you... people... people?"

The crew disappeared inexplicably, which made Jack's heart skip a beat. Then he quickly scanned the surrounding darkness and found that the original stone pier had long since disappeared. At this moment, he was standing in front of a mottled and dilapidated building that looked like an inverted castle.

Temple?

A temple left from ancient times?

Jack stared at the temple and saw that the doors and windows were upside down, the murals and decorations were distorted, and the whole building seemed to have experienced eternity.

While he was thinking about it, his head was in a trance, and the thought "Why am I in this place" came to his mind inexplicably.

I remember that I drove the Black Pearl back to Faslanca to report my duties at the local Poseidon Church, and handed over the ancient relics I obtained in the Venetian Water City to the High Priest Viatu.

But on the way, I received a telegram from the high priest, telling me that there were changes in Srilanka and asking me to go directly back to Hutton Mar to report on my duties.

I...wait a minute, I can't receive telegrams?

That's a civilian job! And where are my first mate and bosun?

Jack stood up and paced back and forth in front of the wilderness. His eyes never left the temple in front of him. Although the memory in his mind was very clear, what was displayed contradicted reality and was not logical at all.

I clearly remember that I had a first mate, a boatswain, and many sailors, but where were they? They were all gone? Or did they go into the temple to hunt for treasure?

No, no, there must be something wrong!

Jack was walking, and suddenly his left foot seemed to kick something. He looked down, and a strange round glass ball-shaped thing the size of a fist came into view, with a pool of blood next to it.

Have I... seen it somewhere?

Jack didn't care who left the pool of blood, but directly used his spiritual energy to check it. After confirming that there was no danger, he squatted down, picked up the strange-looking glass ball, and examined it carefully.

The glass ball seems to be a small embedded world, with a crimson and black sky at the top, and an endless sea of ​​waves below.

One of the thumb-sized black ships was sailing steadily on the sea level, while the back of the small ship was filled with thick black mist. They were getting closer and closer, as if they were an abyss swallowing everything.

Just when Jack was carefully identifying what the black mist was, a blue illusory light suddenly shot out from the center of the black boat, penetrated directly through the glass ball and stabbed his brain. He was suddenly startled, and understood in an instant.

come over.

Nautical Needle! Poseidon’s Light!

The Archbishop once said that the light of Poseidon is a light that specifically guides Poseidon believers who are trapped in the fog, so that they will not get lost in the abyss of corruption.

Did I just lose my way?

No, there is no pollution around me.

As his thoughts raced, a more familiar picture suddenly emerged in Jack's mind. It was a picture of a sailor landing on the island, passing through the woods, and seeing a huge undead creature.

"This...this, I...is this my original memory?"

Jack quickly covered his head wearing a huge three-cornered hat. For just a second, he recalled everything that had happened before.

At the beginning, they explored the black unknown island. There were ten sailors when they landed on the island. Later, the number was reduced to eight, five, and three. In the end, when they were pulled into the palace of the old king, they were watched by the undead creatures in the underworld.

arrive.

Why was it that I had no idea about the attrition incident from the very beginning when I first landed on the island?

Was it some unknown force on the island that blinded me, or did it directly rewrite the memory in my brain?

The surroundings were silent, eerily quiet. Jack took a deep breath and carefully retracted the navigation needle while forcing himself to calm down.

The current information shows that after I was pulled into the old royal court, my first mate and boatswain disappeared.

This should be caused by the huge undead creatures in the underworld. Perhaps in this process, John and Wendy have become nourishment for the undead monsters, and I escaped because I entered the old royal court.

What is recorded in church classics is correct. None of the unknown islands in the Florence area is safe, and there are supernatural monsters that are either weird, strange, or nightmarish.

At this moment, a figure holding a torch slowly walked into Jack's sight.

The red flames shone on Jack's face. When he looked up and saw the man's appearance, his dark gray to almost black pupils shrank suddenly...

………

No. 31 Mink Street, second floor of Frank Apartment!

"Weinersen, go to the bathroom and get a basin of water. This little water is not enough for stewing lamb."

"Gropius, continue to add more coal to the fire and make it burn brighter."

"Irene used to come back and cook for us. Now it's time to cook a sumptuous dinner to reward our eldest sister!"

Mies rolled up her sleeves and took out a cutting board, kitchen knife and other things from the cupboard while giving instructions, and then chopped the cleaned lamb into small pieces.

"Ms. Can he cook?"

Weinerson came out of the bathroom holding an aluminum can filled with water. He walked up to Gropius and asked softly.

After all, in today's world, the poor's understanding of food seems to only be at the stage of filling their stomachs. He is afraid that his brother will make the ingredients half-cooked and waste the 3 pounds of lamb.

"How should I put it? When Miss cooked for the first time, Irene was moved to tears. You were still young at that time, so you may not have a deep impression of this matter."

Gropius whispered while blowing hard on the charcoal burning in the stove.

I'm still young? Why can't I remember?

Weinerson frowned slightly, trying hard to recall the past, when suddenly a fragment of memory suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

It was also winter that year, and Irene, who was suffering from a high fever, was lying on the bed, and the girl brought a bowl of shepherd's purse leaf stew to her side.

I remember that Irene was crying while eating, and shouted:

"Ms. has grown up and can cook for her sister, but she didn't put any salt and the shepherd's purse root was so bitter..."

puff……

Weinerson wanted to laugh for a moment, but he suppressed it. Gropius turned his gaze to Mies, wiped a little coal ash on his face and said:

"Now he knows how to add salt, and it tastes really good."

Phew...Praise to Crimson!

Weinerson let out a breath, his heart rested in his chest, and quietly praised the God of Sleep and Crimson.
Chapter completed!