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June 26, storm

Note: This is the first time, and probably the only time, that I don't feel lost or flustered when I write about a storm in my journal, but I feel extremely relieved.

Today is the 4o day of the voyage and the 7th day of the Jackdaw's entry into the sea.

Literally, she really went into the sea.

I even thought that even if the Jackdaw took to the skies now, I wouldn't feel any strange or flustered.

Even, at that time, I would like to call her the all-powerful Jackdaw.

”

After a pause, Barbossa continued.

“

In my thirty-seven years of sailing career, the first thirty-six years may not have been as pleasant as it has been in the past month.

First, we spent at least a month with enough vegetables, fruits, fresh meat, and even fresh water to bathe.

Then, we passed through the Black Mist Islands unharmed.

Then, we dismantle the weirdness of Crimson Harbor.

Although the boss didn't say it, I think it was what we did. I've been to that harbor seventeen times, and each time I felt someone licking my neck with a cold tongue stretched out, like those pirates hanging in Esola Bay, drying in the sun, but not this time. The next day's sun was dazzling and uncomfortable, but it was intense and real.

Finally, there is Bailang Bay.

I'll probably never forget that day for the rest of my life.

”

The captain stopped writing again, as if reminiscing about that day, and then wrote about what he had seen and heard that day.

“

After attaching those two boards to the ship, the Jackdaw seemed to be a different person, a stranger, and uncontrollable.

I don't know how to describe it

Just like my daughter.

At the age of fifteen, she was taken captive by pirates, and by the time she returned to Esola Bay at the age of twenty-two, she was the mother of two boys. It was just a blink of an eye for me, as if in an instant she had changed, matured, with rougher skin and fuller breasts and ass, just like her mother.

Of course, she has also become good at making a living and dealing with people.

At first I was afraid of this change, I felt that she was no longer my daughter, that I could not manage and educate her as I used to, that I could not steer a ship, and I hated and feared this change.

But then, I understood that I had to learn to change myself, to adapt to the changes, so that I wouldn't fall behind, that I wouldn't be torn down like the old deck, thrown into the storage room, and burned as firewood, so I became me, Hector Barbossa, a respected captain.

So, it only took me one day to get used to the changes on the Jackdaw, and I was able to sail her through the waves again.

This time it's really breaking the waves.

We are like a silver-scaled tuna in the deep sea, at least o nautical miles per hour, all the way west.

I can't put into words what it feels like, like each of us has become one with the ship, the sea has become air, but the resistance remains.

It's as if Mr. Gibbs's casual nonsense in order to arouse the will to survive of those guys has come true? Are we really part of a ship, just like David Jones?

I thought it was a joke and a, but the scene three days ago seemed to confirm my idea.

We arrived at Scarlet Harbor and completed the previous seven-day journey in four days. We tried to surface like a whale ventilating, but just then, old Fisher's damned son, Fisher Jr., saw in the distance a tent set up by a wrecked caravan on the island, and left the Jackdaw and ran to the 6th, and his three servants were faster than the other!

Then, just when the first person set foot on the 6 places, a terrifying scene was born!

He stood still suddenly, and then his whole body began to dehydrate, like a snowman under the scorching sun, actually melting!

But it was a storm that day!

He panicked and turned around sharply, and at that moment I saw that his facial features disappeared, and the skin on his face drooped, like a button that had been taken off the thread, and the whole person was a big circle smaller!

In the blink of an eye, he melted, and there were only clothes left on the shore, and the wind blew them into the sea, and there was nothing left, not even the people on the shore showed anything unusual

The upheaval came so quickly that the three servants who had been the first to come ashore were gone, and he was left swimming back alone, a fact that he could not accept to this day

Even more terrible than this is that just three hours ago, as we were flying to Esola with a heavy heart, we were horrified to see a wall under the sea!

Yes, a wall!

A wall of water, just like we saw that day in Bailang Bay, just below the pitch-black, dim water, in the distance, we saw a wall that stood like a city wall, with a faint blue light, and there was no end in sight

Hell, that's even more spectacular than the walls of Turing! Even the embankment that has never been used since the construction of Esola Bay is not so grandiose.

And, at regular intervals, a tentacle rises from under the corner.

It was such a monster that broke the boss and made him never wake up to this day!

So, we had a brief meeting just now, and the 177 surviving people almost agreed

We have to wait for the boss to wake up, he is our only hope.

Until then, we can't go back to Esola, we're the lonely ghosts of this sea, we're the isolated fish of this sea.

May Mia bless him and bless us.

Hector Barbossa, captain of the Jackdaw

Written on June 26, 77 A.D. in the Lorengrye Strait

”

Putting away his nautical diary, Barbossa stepped out of the cabin.

As he left the second deck, he glanced at the cabin at the head of the cabin, where Rorschach stood motionless in front of the door like an iron guard, holding the sword that was completely black and almost killed him.

His injuries healed the next day, and he stood outside the cabin without complaint.

Barbossa gestured to him from afar, and Rorschach also bowed slightly.

A loyal brat.

The captain sighed slightly and came to the deck.

Although the boat now moves freely underwater like a swimming fish, they still need to constantly adjust their direction to avoid crashing into the rock bed of the deep sea.

The power comes from the power furnace, which is one thing, but on the other hand, he learns to take advantage of the undercurrents in the ocean.

This is what he slowly adapted to during that day: at the top, he had to use the wind, and below, he had to learn to use the sea.

The sea is flowing all the time, which is far more complicated than the wind.

It's like those swimming fish, always going downstream. But as a sailboat, he naturally won't just follow the sea, he will also open the sails, with the help of this thrust!

In order to avoid causing trouble, the power furnace had been out for three days, and at first the ship's degree had indeed plummeted, but now as he gradually mastered the trick, it had returned to its proper degree.

The crew members are also used to talking underwater, although the voice is a little muffled, but the strange thing is that they will not pour a throat of water because they open their mouths, after all, they are used to breathing underwater, who cares about this.

Truth be told, if it weren't for the fact that the food would be squeezed and washed away by the sea while cooking, they might have forgotten that they were underwater and not on the surface, which is a weird feeling.

"The currents have changed, Captain."

William ran over and reported.

"Changed?" Barbossa's gaze froze, "Let Shami go up there and take a look, the storm has stopped." ”

"Yes!"

William ran away, and a few minutes later, Mr. Gibbs climbed up with a couple of sailors.

"Raise the bow of the boat, float up three hundred meters, and receive the signal from Mr. Gibbs!"

"Yes!"

call

The Jackdaw resembles an acrobatic motorcycle, with its bow raised at 45 and its sails taut and slowly floating upwards under the impetus of the sea. 11

。 Sogou