Chapter 2 Do you like bonfires?
Although Elizabeth is not as delicate as an ordinary aristocratic girl, she also grew up in a famous family, facing a ** man who is only wearing tattered half-trousers, she subconsciously snorted, and she didn't know where to put her eyes, so she simply ran behind Jack.
Jack looked Heather up and down without any scruples, and his mouth was full of words: "Man, you are in good shape, and you have to do a lot of hard work to attract those noble girls, right?" β
Heather took off her glasses and smiled, "Don't you wonder why there are people on this isolated island?" β
Elizabeth snorted again.
But this time she knew where to put her eyes. I saw her suddenly burst out from behind Jack, straightened her long golden hair that was blown by the sea breeze, stared at Heather's face with some shame and whispered: "No strange, no strange, this gentleman, you must have also been exiled to this island after being raided by pirates, right?" β
Jack was upset, and leaned into Elizabeth's ear with small steps and whispered: "Don't be deceived dear, look at his strange sissy appearance, maybe he is a eunuch!" β
Elizabeth was furious and pushed Jack away from the chest, her face full of disgust: "Jack Sparrow! You still have the face to slander others as eunuchs!? Keep your dog's eyes open and take a good look, this gentleman looks like a masculine and law-abiding citizen, maybe even a learned scholar or an aristocrat from the East! β
"Oriental nobles? Little girl who has never seen the world......" Jack muttered unwillingly, and turned to look at Heather: "That's right, I was about to ask you, why are you on this island?" β
Heather sighed, sat on the beach, and said sadly, "As you think, I was the only one on the ship who survived by pirates. But the bastards still didn't let me go, and when they passed by this isolated island, they exiled me directly, and they didn't even give me a musket with a self-deprecated hand. β
Jack frowned, but before he could speak, Elizabeth interrupted:
"That's right, these pirates are so hateful, and I, uh, Mr. Jack, and I were exiled here by pirates. This gentleman, I wonder if you have a way to get out of here? Something like witchcraft? β
Well, [Oriental] means 'mystery', 'silk', 'wealth', 'gold' and the like in most eighteenth-century whiteskins, all thanks to Marco Polo.
Facing the girl's expectant gaze, Heather gestured to herself: "If I have this kind of convenient spell, I will first change myself into a well-fitting dress, otherwise facing an elegant and luxurious beautiful girl like you with such an embarrassed appearance is really not what a decent gentleman should do." β
Elizabeth smirked with a flushed face.
The stunning beauty that barely played a role in the world of hunters has finally opened in the world of Pirates of the Caribbean, and it is gratifying.
Jack poked Elizabeth in the arm with his elbow? Seeing that the latter had no reaction, he had to take another step forward to block between the blonde girl and the black-haired youth? A resolute posture of beating mandarin ducks:
"After all that, it turned out to be an unlucky ghost waiting to be starved to death. If you want to cut yourself off beforehand, please go to the sea water by yourself. We don't lend this gun. β
"Wait a minute? Gun? What do you do with a gun? "Elizabeth has just woken up from Heather's beauty? Looking at Jack in surprise, "You were banished to this island before, right?" Wouldn't it be better to escape the same way you used to do it? Will is still on top of the Black Pearl, and we need to save him! β
Jack 'aha' said, "Miss Elizabeth actually remembers that her sweetheart let her get away at the cost of her own life?" I thought you were intoxicated with ...... (Jack glances at Heather) A certain Oriental nobleman can't help himself. β
"IβI didn't!" Elizabeth let out a scream with a flushed face, and it looked like she would have pounced on Jack if she hadn't been able to beat him.
Jack shook his finger: "The key?" The Black Pearl has sailed away. Even if we were able to get out of this island, would you still have a steering wheel and a few sails hidden in your cute shapewear? β
As he spoke, he glanced at the girl's chest, which was as flat as the marble floor of the Governor's Palace in Port Royal: "...... It seems that that is unlikely. And before we catch up with the Black Pearl, poor infatuated little Turner is probably dead. β
Jack spread his hands to show that he couldn't do anything, and then took a bewitching step in the direction of the woods in the center of the island, and when he passed by Heather's side, he exaggeratedly stroked his chest and bowed? Heather smiled and bowed her head in return.
The girl who was stunned in place didn't even care about being ashamed, and the safety of her sweetheart occupied all her mind at this time. She hurried to catch up with Jack? Like a bird, he chirped in his ear: "But, but you're Captain Jakesparo!" Can you slip away under the noses of seven East India Company agents? You ransacked the entire port of Nassau without firing a single shot? Are you really the great pirate I know? Feed? Jack, are you listening! β
She grabbed Jack, who was banging on the trunk of a palm tree, pretending to lie on the trunk and listen to something.
"Huh?" Pulled by Elizabeth? Jack seemed to have just woken up drunk, looking confused.
"How the hell did you escape last time?" Elizabeth now began to seriously doubt the reliability of the legend.
Jack wanted to speak and stopped, and finally held back a sentence: "Last time...... I've only been here for three days, understand? β
Elizabeth felt like the sky was falling: "Three days? Isn't it the legendary 'spend a month in front of the beach, familiarize all the seabirds and sea beasts with your presence, and then strapped a raft to dozens of turtles and escape calmly'? Tell me, how the hell did you escape! β
"I'll explain it to him."
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded from the side. Heather's figure appeared not far from the two of them, and raised his hand to a palm tree only a few steps away from where Jack was leaning:
"The island is supposed to be a secret warehouse for rum bootleggers, and the cellars there are secret hiding places. Am I right that Mr. Jakesparo was lucky enough to meet a liquor dealer to pick up the goods while he was exiled to a desert island, so he left with their ship? β
Jack spread his hands at Elizabeth, meaning "Look? He said everything he could, adding in passing: "Captain, please call me Captain Jakesparo, thank you." β
Elizabeth looked at Jack in disbelief: "As a result, you just lay on the beach and got drunk for three days?" There are no legends like turtle rafts at all? β
"That's just wishful thinking and re-creation, and I personally don't agree with this bordering slander."
Jack counted his steps and strode to the wine cellar, clearing the sand and leaves from the cellar and burrowing into the cellar:
"Oh, it looks like no one has been here for a long time, and maybe it's thanks to your fiancΓ©, Brigadier General Norrington."
Elizabeth stood by the cellar with her arms crossed, and watched angrily as Jack climbed out of the cellar with two bottles of rum: "And then? The great Captain Jakesparo is ready to get drunk on the beach for another three days? β
Jack was silent for a moment, then stuffed her with a bottle of wine: "...... Welcome to the Caribbean, dear. β
Then he looked at Heather again, pinched his 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 don't have that much addiction to alcohol, or we'll die of thirst in a few days." β
"It's okay, I don't like to drink." Heather said it didn't matter.
Elizabeth immediately agreed: "I agree! This wicked drink can turn the most revered person into a villain completely! β
Jack rolled his eyes, and even walked a little more awkwardly than usual when carrying the bottle: "Great, I'm afraid you two are complete drunkards and want to grab a drink from me." It's a rare opportunity to drink rum to your heart's content and get drunk! β
He was humming a song and trying to leave with his wine, but he saw Heather walking in the direction of the cellar and asked strangely, "Man, don't you like to drink?" Listen to me, rum doesn't taste good, don't waste your efforts, save it for those who need it more. β
At some point, a gorgeous golden cross sword appeared in Heather's hand, and she bowed slightly to Jack politely: "It's true that I don't like to drink, but these wines are of great use to me." Well, sorry. β
"Excuse me? For what? Jack was even more confused.
"If the wine in the cellar burned this grove as fuel, the smoke would have reached a thousand feet high, right?"
Heather swung her crosssword casually, and the trees around her slowly fell to the ground in the bright light of the sword, making a dull sound.
"Burn, burn?" Jack's expression froze.
Elizabeth looked ecstatic: "That's right! That's right, if you burn all this hellish rum, the smoke will be very high, and now the entire Navy of Port Royal is looking for me, and it will be in less than two hours! This gentleman, you are a genius! β
If it weren't for the sweetheart of Will in her heart, Elizabeth would have wanted to put aside her reserve and throw herself into Heather's arms and kiss him fiercely.
"Not good! Very bad! β
Jack was so frightened that he hurriedly ran and jumped back, dancing and trying to stop Heather's violence: "Why burn rum!" That's rum! β
In Jack's mind, rum was second only to the Black Pearl, and higher than his father.
But on this island, far from the laws and moral codes of the world, force is everything.
Half an hour later, Jack Sparrow sat on his knees in front of the beach, staring blankly as barrel after barrel of rum was thrown by the weird bastard onto the fire, under which were many palm trees. Because it was too wet, there was more smoke and less fire, but this was exactly what Heather and Elizabeth wanted.
Elizabeth, who was covered in dirt, was working hard to help Heather carry the rum, and she didn't know that she was the daughter of the Governor, known as the most shining pearl of Port Royal.
Heather suddenly raised his hand to signal Elizabeth to stop, and he pointed to a black dot on the horizon in the distance:
"Look, isn't there someone coming to pick us up?"