"It's finally here. ”

Karl looked at the black sailboat that seemed to have been burned by flames slowly emerging from the mist, let out a long breath, and smiled.

......

The Black Pearl was a three-masted schooner, with a black hull, black mast sails, and three dim ship lights erecting on the stern, shrouded in fog under the moonlight, exuding an ominous aura.

Because of the curse of the Aztec gold, all the pirates on the Black Pearl under Captain Barbossa were turned into undead.

Even the Black Pearl, which they were piloting, was affected and shrouded in fog all year round.

Under the curse, the pirates lost their sense of smell and taste, which made them eat everything like chewing wax.

They also lose their sense of touch, which prevents them from feeling warm and soft.

However, the curse did not stop there, after being deprived of all good senses, their negative feelings were instead strengthened, hunger, cold, sore spots, which they could only feel during the ten years they were cursed with gold.

Moreover, because of the existence of the curse, they could not even commit suicide, and could only endure this endless torture.

The only thing that could give a slight vent to their pain was the bloody killing.

For ten years, they have been burning, killing and plundering, and in addition to satisfying their own empty and savage bestiality, they are also recovering the 882 Aztec gold coins they spent in the first place.

Now, after a decade of bloody looting, they have recovered 881 and only one remains.

And just today, this last gold coin finally revealed its location.

Guided by the curse, they arrive at Port Royal in the Caribbean, where a decade of torture is finally coming to an end today, driving the pirates who have long been accustomed to killing even more crazy.

They gazed hungrily at the distant port, and when it came into range, they would turn the thriving port into ruins with artillery fire.

The boat was already ready, and when the Black Pearl sailed into the harbor, they would get on the boat and rush into the harbor to burn and plunder, looking for the only gold coin left.

All are waiting, waiting for the time to come, waiting for the feast of killing.

A mood of excitement flowed through the pirates, and in the darkness, each pirate was glued to the distant port, their eyes filled with a thirst for blood.

Tonight, they want to take out all the pain they have endured for the past ten years on the defenders and civilians of this port.

They are going to stain the harbor with blood to celebrate their impending rebirth.

Suddenly, the bright moonlight shone on the dark deck, and all the pirates revealed their true colors.

The whole garment turned into a gray rag, the flesh-colored skin turned crumpled grayish-white, only a small amount remained, and the mildew spots were all over it, and all the muscles were gone, except for the fascia and tendons.

The pale bones faintly appeared under the tattered clothes, and only a pair of eyes were still bright, but they looked more and more hideous and terrifying in the moonlight.

And at the moment of being illuminated by the moonlight, all the pirates raised their swords in their hands towards the sky and let out a deafening roar.

The black first mate, who had been transformed into a skeleton of bones, lit the twist of the first cannon closest to the bow.

With a "bang", with endless might, the shell shot out of the muzzle.

All the pirates awaited the outcome of the fire with joy, and if it hit, the Black Pearl's relentless artillery fire would raze the bustling harbor ahead.

However, suddenly, almost at the same time as the cannon fired, a raging fire suddenly ignited on the sea, and a wall of flames appeared on the side of the Black Pearl, just in the direction of the cannon.

The shells had not even had time to pass through the flames, they had already been completely vaporized and disappeared into thin air.

However, it didn't end there, and the walls of fire spread out in all directions as the pirates watched in amazement.

In an instant, the entire Black Pearl was enveloped by raging flames.

The black first mate, who was closest to the side of the ship, was engulfed in the blazing flames and reduced to nothingness before he could let out a scream. The same is true of him

For a moment, all the pirates were silent, and they were horrified to find that they, who claimed to be immortal, were only wiped by the flames and turned into ashes.

Fear runs through the hearts of the pirates, who don't even know what's going on.

The flames enveloped the Black Pearl tightly, and the rolling heat wave made their bones, which had not much flesh left, and a lot of oil and water were blown out.

In the midst of this endless torment, maybe a second, maybe a year, the flames suddenly opened a crack several meters wide.

In the crack, a handsome boy stepped on the air and slowly walked to the level of the deck of the Black Pearl.

If you look closely, you can see that the boy is not really stepping on the air, and there is a slight flame burning under his feet.

But right now, none of the pirates who have looked stupid will pay attention to this.

The boy waved politely and kindly at the pirates, a warm, sunny smile on his face.

But for some reason, in the eyes of the pirates, that almost perfect smiling face was as eerie as the devil.

"Hello, may I speak alone with Captain Barbossa?" said the boy kindly.

Suddenly, all the pirates looked at Barbossa, who was at the helm of the stern helm.

There was a brief silence, followed by a continuous stream of identifications erupting from the ship.

"He's right there!"

"It's the one with the hat. ”

"It was all his idea to come to this port, and it has nothing to do with us!"

After making sure that Karl had a clear view of where Barbossa was standing, the pirates gradually stopped.

Standing at the helm, Barbossa rolled his eyes at the sky.

He descended slowly down the stairs from the helm.

Fearing Carl's sudden appearance, the pirates had all shrunk back on deck, just in front of Barbossa.

"Fuck off, you ungrateful, cowardly fools!"

Barbossa's voice had a unique rhythm, and his hoarse voice shouted out the scolding with a bit of poetry.

Hearing this, the pirates immediately made way for him to pass.

I saw his bumpy old face, full of endless majesty, strutting to the bow closest to Karl, and standing with Karl looking at each other.

This state lasted for a second, and then, the majesty on Barbossa's face disappeared in an instant, and a smile instantly piled up.

He took off his hat, put it on his chest, and bent down to make an exaggerated gentlemanly salute to Carl.

"What can I do for you, respected wizard?"