Climbing up the rope ladder to the deck of the Holy Trinity, the sailors of the Black Pearl seemed to have entered the Grand View Garden, and could only say barren words such as 'wow', 'God', 'praise to the captain', and so on.

The Holy Trinity was like a civilian stepping on the flight deck of the Liaoning to the low-level sailors of the eighteenth century.

"So...... This guy also learned Captain Heather's 'witchcraft'? ”

Barbossa looked at the large pile of 'Jacks' in front of him, and didn't know which one to talk to, so he had to talk to himself sourly.

One of them, Jack, wearing a black turban, walked up to Barbossa with his orchid finger and said proudly, "You have to admit, Hector, I've always been very talented in this area. Remember that goat exorcism ritual? A crossbow, an hourglass, three goats, you play the trumpet, I take care of the ......"

He raised his hands in front of him and shook them vigorously, as if he were performing witchcraft: "...... This one. The girl from that fishing village was rescued because of this, right? ”

"That girl is just infected with the cold! Your so-called 'exorcism ritual' doesn't work at all, and it makes all of us look like clowns by the fishermen! ”

Barbossa yelled angrily, that was twelve years ago, it was his own black history.

"Hector, it's not impossible if you want to learn, but you have to swear to give me the first mate position on the Black Pearl." A certain Jack crept up to Barbossa's side and bewitched.

"Don't give it to him, give it to me! He's just a boatman, I'm a ship's cook! Do you like rat dun potatoes? Another Jack jumped up in front of Barbossa, his eyebrows fluttering up and down like a twitching seagull.

"Hell, it's like a fly turns into a swarm...... Get out of here! ”

Annoyed by the infestation of these Jacks, Barbossa pushed them away and yelled, "Let the real Jack talk to me!" Where is he? ”

Step, step, step......

The clashing between the hard soles and the deck made for the sound of sloppy footsteps, and the group of 'Jacks' automatically split into two sides to leave a narrow path, revealing the figure behind them.

Dressed in a sumptuous trench coat and a gold-trimmed captain's hat that had been turned over from the captain's quarters, and holding the ornate carved gold-carved sword at his waist, Jack walked up to Barbossa with a step that he did not recognize, first turning in a circle, and then tilting his head and closing his eyes and intoxicatingly fanning the smell of perfume in front of him:

"This old man, the first mate with a folded old face, are you looking for the designated owner of this Holy Trinity, the great Captain Jakesparo?"

The corners of Barbossa's eyes twitched, this ...... That's right, this is definitely ontology.

"Damn Jakes Parro, do you know how much trouble you've caused us? This is the flagship of the Spanish Navy! The invincible Holy Trinity! ”

Barbossa grabbed Jack by the collar and foamed at the mouth: "The Spanish Navy will hunt us down to the ends of the earth from now on!" I should have tied you to a cannon and sunk to the bottom of the sea! No, no, before I do that, I'm going to send you back to the Marquis of Gonzalo along with this Holy Trinity! ”

“…… You're so daring, Hector. Jack looked at Barbossa with a strange expression, a contrived look that you can't help it.

Before Barbossa could regain his senses, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him:

"My dear first mate, to whom are you going to give my Holy Trinity and apprentice?"

Boom! Jack fell to the ground, and Barbossa, who let go of his hand, barely piled an embarrassed smirk on his face, turned around and touched his chest with one hand, and bowed deeply in the exaggerated style of a theatrical actor:

"Honorable lord, it turns out that this mighty and powerful warship in the world is your trophy, please forgive your stupidity as a loyal first mate."

The footsteps paced unhurriedly in front of Barbossa, who maintained a bowed posture, and just as Barbosa was sweating profusely, he felt a hand gently pat him on the shoulder, and Heather's voice rang out:

"Don't be so nervous, everyone says the wrong thing sometimes, I don't deliberately play a cruel and ruthless captain on weekdays, do I?"

"Yes, your kindness and magnanimity make us ashamed." Barbossa quickly answered.

"You know, although I'm a bit of a mental cleanliness, I always can't help but take care of my subordinates who have fallen under me, which is called 'protecting the short' in my hometown, is it a bad habit?" Heather's voice was still unhurried.

"No, no, no, I think your habit is very good, and it's worth continuing to carry forward."

Barbossa didn't even dare to lift his waist. He knew very well that although he was the first mate of the Black Pearl for the time being, it was only because Heather felt that he still had value in using it, so he did not let himself go to the gangplank or be forcibly banished to a desert island.

The captain was more of a chivalrous or explorer than a pirate, and he had no affection for a pirate like himself who had committed many crimes. Jack, who never kills innocents indiscriminately, and even has a ridiculous conscience in his heart, is the subordinate that Heather values.

Now that Blackbeard's traces have been found, and he has newly acquired a powerful warship like the Holy Trinity, he will not be able to prevent Heather's righteous heart from attacking, and he will easily slaughter himself who has lost his usefulness. Thinking of this, the sweat on Barbossa's head flowed even more quickly, and it dripped onto the deck.

Seeing the originally brutal and vicious pirate captain in front of him sweating profusely and maintaining a bowing posture, Heather also fell into deep thought.

Barbossa guessed correctly, at first Heather did intend to use Barbossa's seafaring knowledge and extensive experience in managing sailors to find Blackbeard, and once he found the trace, he would be sent to meet the innocents killed by him in the underworld.

But, how to put it, Heather himself is not a good person in the conventional sense, at least he has no psychological fluctuations when he kills people, and he doesn't feel the 'vomiting syndrome after killing' often written in it.

Since crossing over to the Pirates of the Caribbean world, Heather has been with Barbossa for more than half a year, and the other party is quite loyal and humble to her. Gradually, his murderous intentions towards him have faded a lot.

But if you don't kill him, how can you guarantee that he won't continue to kill innocents indiscriminately after he leaves this world?

Well...... Pregnant.

[Conditioning and Oath]!

Since his first mate wanted to learn the ability so much, it would be good to teach him, but when he attained it, he had to make a strict [Restriction and Oath] under his own surveillance—not to allow Barbossa to allow himself and his men to harm innocent people in any form.

Once violated, Barbossa will be subjected to a terrible telepathic backlash, and the loss of life is only the beginning for him.

What the? What if Heather was about to leave this world before Barbossa had learned the ability to telepathize and was unable to conclude Conditioning and Oath? Then I have to kill it, what's the reason to hesitate, the opportunity has been given to him by himself, it's just that he is useless.

Thinking of this, Heather's heart was relieved, and her thoughts were clear!