The Brandy was a bountiful harvest, with two crates of spears, two crates of rum, and a crate of brandy in the soaked cabin, as well as a complete set of the captain's mapping instruments and two beautiful silver-encrusted muskets.

Located in the bow of the second deck, a gunpowder storage compartment was found in front of the ship, and the pirates were not rich in gunpowder, but they could greatly fill the gap on the Jackdaw.

The caliber of the shells was smaller, so small that Gordon directly ordered not to take any of them, and then returned to the deck.

The sailors of the Jackdaw carried it in the dinghy, and only Gordon lit a cigar on the side of the ship, and the scarlet cigarette butt flickered on and off, and the smoke rose, a privilege reserved only for the captain.

Not far away stand seven reefs, which are also the hallmarks of this place.

Kurich's logbook reads: The sailors were jealous of the place, and an inexplicable uneasiness spread over the Pearl, and a monster roared in the black clouds, and seven strange reefs that I had never seen before.

This area is full of reefs, and I think it may be the uneasiness caused by the gathering of countless undead here, and I don't know how many ships have been swallowed up here, and I hope I won't come here again......

Seven strange reefs?

It's ubiquitous in the Bahamas, but most of them are attached to the islands, and the seven separate reefs are a bit weird.

As the clouds were blown away by the wind, the first rays of moonlight finally fell on the reef, a somewhat dazzling light for those accustomed to the darkness.

This ray of moonlight is a sign of awakening for the creatures under the sea, including someone's pet.

"Seven islands and reefs!"

Gordon suddenly thought of something, he remembered that in the movie, in the movie, the first appearance of David Jones, the place where the flying Holland docked, and where the deep-sea octopus rested, was the seven islands and reefs.

The rhythm of the vibrations underfoot was disrupted, and something was waking up.

"Get out of here!"

He wasn't sure if it was the Flying Dutchman's lair, but it was definitely not a good place.

He urged the remaining sailors, who had gone from transporting souls to the recklessness of Davy Jones, who had been nearly invincible on the sea with the help of the flying Holland and the massive deep-sea octopus.

This kind of person, to be honest, Gordon is not even interested in meeting, no one will want to meet him.

But at this time, the ocean let out a roar, and a huge octopus tentacle rushed out of the sea, and then swept the bodies of the victims into the water.

Then a sail burst out of the sea, a tattered sail with seaweed emerged from the water, followed by the rotten hull of the ship covered with reefs and shells.

Countless streams of water washed in all directions and then hit Gordon in the face.

"Uhh......h

"Hahaha, little cubs......"

From the deck of the Brandy, the broken planks, and the broken masts, a large number of sailors with seafood faces came out.

It was a pleasure to reap lives, or to add a crew member to the Dutchman, to watch the cowardly pee their pants in front of Davy Jones, or to pray in despair.

Only Gordon, Mickey, and the remaining three sailors were left on the ship to make the final touches, and at the moment they were directly surrounded by the seafood people.

"What is this?"

The sailor did not feel fear, but drew his musket with one hand and a scimitar with the other.

"Davy Jones!"

Gordon removed the cigar from his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke.

The Jackdaw had already noticed the changes in the sea, and the muzzles of the guns were opened, and some of the sailors got up from their hammocks and noisily filled the nearby cannons.

The seafood sailors had never seen such a group of people, and they did not despair even though the ship had hit the rocks, and there was no fear when they looked at their strange and terrifying bodies.

However, after a long period of conversion, they did not make any attempt to communicate, but drew their swords and prepared to kill or tie everyone up.

Clang!!!

There was a crisp crash, the sound of a slender scimitar striking the Oath-Keeper's sword.

"I want to see Davy Jones!"

Gordon swung his knight's sword to toss his foe aside, and said calmly.

"The captain has an order! All those who resist must die!"

A sailor with a hammerhead shark pushed away the people around him, roaring loudly in his hoarse voice.

"We are not the victims!"

Gordon emphasized, but it didn't seem to be of any use, and the seafood men around him swung their scimitars upward, and the battle officially began.

This time, they are at an absolute numerical disadvantage.

"Roar!"

These non-humans let out a deafening roar, their faces were hideous and terrifying, and the fine, jagged teeth in their mouths had not been brushed for decades, and were full of fishy stench.

But......

Their combat effectiveness has not improved, they have no stronger strength, and even their combat skills are very rough, and they are at the same level as the crew of the Black Pearl Curse, or even worse?

The decaying sword snapped in front of the Oath Keeper, and then slashed down on the shark-faced head.

Green blood spurted out along the wound, mixed with fish, shrimp and crabs, and Gordon was sure that the person in front of him had absolutely his brain split in half, but it didn't have any effect at all.

Sharkface gripped the Oath Sword in one hand, then calmly pushed it away, slashing the half-broken scimitar towards Gordon's face.

"What the hell?"

Mickey yelled at him, whether he stabbed his cutlass into his enemies' chests or cut them off their necks, he didn't feel the slightest bit of it.

The effect of an unkillable enemy on the sailors was so great that people began to be stabbed in a panic.

"Captain, what are we going to do?"

The weary sailors had lost their course, pinning their hopes on a captain who always brought miracles.

As long as they give up their resistance, they may meet Davy Jones, but they can only become fish to be slaughtered, which is not Gordon's style.

"Cut off their heads!"

It was the only thing he could think of.

The shark-faced attack was not the slightest threat to Gordon, and a deft dodge dodged a slash, pulled out the musket on his chest, and shoved it directly into the mouth of a guy with a black snail, and then pulled the trigger!

Bang!

It's not just the shells that have been shattered, it's definitely the brain splatter, which temporarily makes this monster lose its ability to resist.

Ducking his head to dodge a sweep by a tall lobster man behind him, he put another musket against the chin of the urchin man and pulled the trigger again!

The action is chic, but the results are very few, and even after fighting for so long, none of the enemies died, and everyone on their side hung up the lottery.

Faced with an enemy who can't be killed, Gordon really doesn't know what to do, could it be that blowing up the ship with the remaining gunpowder? Falling into the sea will only make them die faster.

"Davy Jones!

Gordon cut off the head of a dolphin man and shouted at the sky.