Alan did not answer the other man's words, but raised his hand, and a compass containing an octagonal box appeared in his hand, and he opened the compass, and the hands engraved on the compass shook disorderly, turning rapidly in the black and gold dials.

Jack reached for his waist, then widened his eyeshadow eyes and looked at the wizard exaggeratedly.

As if Alan didn't notice Jack's gaze, he let his palm stay on the surface of the compass, a burst of blue light flashed, and the symbol of the Death Trihows, which represents the power of the underworld, was engraved on the bottom of the compass, and then he also carved his omniscient mark on the inside of the compass flap with some cowardice - in fact, in the process of transforming the magic item, his omniscient mark was only a mark and did not have any additional magical effects.

The moment Alan took his hand back, the compass disappeared from his hand, and he raised his staff, and the shadow of the staff shot out of the staff and shot into the water in the English Channel in the distance.

Jack's attention was not on the magic that the other party had just used, he only felt that the inside of his belt sank slightly, and the compass actually returned to its original position, even the angle of skew, as if it had never changed.

"The wizard who made this compass is very powerful—if this man is really a wizard. It helps the owner to direct the heart to what is most desired. Alan casually praised the workmanship of the compass on the surface, but inwardly he thought of the disorderly shaking pointer just now, and he continued to add with a little calmness: "Since you have decided to repay the favor, I will pay it back to the end, and I will help you find some sailors who will never know how to be tired and do not need to pay wages, and you can control them with your compass." ”

"Tireless and unpaid, I seem to be familiar with this kind of thing......" Jack was interrupted by the churning sea in the distance, who watched dozens of unidentified objects swimming rapidly towards him.

Gray human bodies appeared on the water in front of them, these stiff corpses had just emerged from the water, and the flesh and blood on their bodies had been torn apart, falling off their bodies and falling into the sea, floating on the sea, leaving only the white skeleton of the Norman clothes they had worn before their deaths and the chain mail with an elongated hem hanging from this skeleton.

It wasn't until they were brought to the shore by the power of magic that the newborn skeletons seemed to be free, and they mechanically stepped out of the water and slowly walked to the shore towards the owner of the compass.

These corpses are the Normans whose souls have gone to the underworld before Eren has had time to absorb their souls, and Eren has turned their remaining bodies into skeleton sailors - although the souls of these lowest-level undead creatures can only mechanically carry out the orders of the compass master after the souls of their own bodies go to the underworld, but they are no better for a Muggle captain, even if he may have been exposed to a lot of things in the wizarding world.

At the suggestion of Alan's chin, Jack picked up the compass, and when he opened it, he seemed to fall into a brief moment of confusion, and then the skeletons who had been standing quietly began to raise their hands and stomp their feet. Jack blinked slyly and began to hum a pirate ditty with an uncontrollable wicked grin, and he raised his hand holding the compass with a bit of ladylike grace, and the skeletons swayed and danced with their squeaky skeletons.

"You've got plenty of time to experiment with them, but I'd suggest you have a clear division of labor for each one on board, and don't tell them ...... that requires too many steps and autonomy to complete," Alan said abruptly, knowing the situation in the north through the shadow three-eyed crow, "Well, Captain Jack, I think the time to say goodbye is almost up." ”

Giving the order to let the skeletons climb onto the restored sailboat, Jack put the compass back on his waist, then untied a dirty-looking dark green glass bottle from behind his belt, he bit off the cork and poured a big sip himself, then hit a corked oak scent and the fruity aroma of rum and the rotten smell of the pirate's bad teeth, he reluctantly threw the bottle to Alan and sang in a somewhat incomplete voice: "Drink this glass, no worries, YO HO."

Alan, who was a bit of a cleanliness fetish, felt that he really wanted to take a sip, so he let the liquor fly straight out of the bottle and took a big sip - though apparently it only had some comforting effect.

However, as if reminded by rum, Alan took out a wooden box of potion ointment from his waist bag as if he had just remembered it suddenly, and threw it to the other party.

"What's this good thing again?" said Jack, greedily holding the wooden box and sniffing it.

"It's a good thing – applying it once to the affected area will cure your syphilis, but it won't prevent it, so don't waste it. Allen, who casually threw away the empty wine bottle, pointed to the same area on his chin that had a bloody scab on his chin and the other party, and after exploring the other party's thoughts, he added, "If you want to repay the favor, go to the Holy Roman Empire to have a few more children when you are free, especially if you meet a girl surnamed Grindelwald......"

"Aye," Jack spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders and pouted, agreeing to the request that made him feel a little ridiculous, and then he glanced at the wine bottle that Alan had thrown on the ground and said, "Someone told me that you don't live forever, Harris, the key is to live forever and be yourself." ”

After saying that, Jack pointed at Allen's heart with his hand, and Allen nodded at the pirate and waved his hand to say goodbye, and disappeared after stepping into the shadows.

A few minutes later, on the black Galen three-masted ship, Captain Jack stroked the grip on his rudder and smiled, then suddenly realized that his action was somewhat misunderstood, a little indecent, and rolled his eyes to look around him with some concern, in case they made any strange expressions—and then realized that they were different from the undead he had encountered and provoked at sea, and had no mind.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief and took out his compass, which he could control without making a sound, but he roared, "All in place, you lewd dogs......! Let's go into the distance!" He whispered in his own voice, looking at the skeletal formations under his control, "The free side." ”

"Authentic big villain, let's drink it, brothers!YO HO!"

With the unsound singing of Jack, who was twisting his body and holding the rudder, and the direction indicated by the compass in his hand, the black ship also sailed in a south-west direction, and the English Channel finally lost the figure of this sailing ship that did not belong to this era.