"Norrington ......"

Margaret subconsciously squeezed the things in her hand and didn't look at Andy.

"What's wrong?

"I just probably don't quite do it like that. ”

Margaret whispered that she had never sewn a doll, and she didn't know if she could sew it.

"It doesn't have to be too similar, you can roughly see it. ”

Andy smiled and said, no matter what, Margaret was the best person around him who could sew Norrington dolls.

What Andy plans to do is the famous voodoo doll of voodoo, and the best way to sew voodoo dolls is for the relatives of the cursed person, husband and wife, or friends.

Margaret was nominally Norrington's fiancée, and the voodoo doll she had hand-sewn had a greater effect on Norrington.

Margaret was born in the aristocracy, although she had never seen such a thing as a voodoo doll, but she had heard it many times, and she knew that the thing Andy asked her to sew should be the legendary voodoo doll.

Margaret walked slowly back to the bed, her face was a little pale in the dim light, and she felt that the evil materials she was holding in her hand were exuding a demonic aura, as if she wanted to swallow herself into hell.

Not everyone has the same fanatical penchant for witchcraft as Andy, and many more see it as maggots and avoid it.

Margaret's hands trembled, she didn't know what kind of mood she was feeling, was this to help a pirate to murder the Imperial Commodore Admiral, and this brigadier general was her nominal fiancé.

To be honest, Margaret didn't hate Norrington, but because she was forced by Baron Townsend to have an antipathy for Norrington, Norrington was elegant and humble, and was the idol of many aristocratic girls, which made Margaret not know whether she should do it or not.

"Will he die?"

Margaret put down the cloth in her hand, looked at Andy in front of the table, and suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

Andy was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly.

"Of course not, Marge, don't you know what a voodoo doll is?"

"I know, it's an evil curse. ”

Margaret whispered, realizing that Andy in front of her was probably the legendary fearsome wizard, with mysterious curses and black magic, the kind of terrifying beings who lived in the dark.

"It's just a rumor. ”

Andy shook his head lightly and walked over, Margaret subconsciously moved a little distance to the side, without looking at Andy.

Andy didn't care, picked up the black cotton on the bed, and smiled.

"Black cotton, dyed from the bones and ashes of wild beasts, and voodoo dolls sewn from black silk cotton, are the medium of the curse, but this curse...... Not fatal. ”

Andy patted Margaret on the shoulder, "It's just a means of self-preservation, I think Norrington will definitely participate in the battle for the heart of the ocean, if something happens to the goddess of despair, at least we still have a way to hide." ”

"I may need your help then, only the voodoo doll can't release the curse, I need his hair or nails...... Well, maybe I should find a way to get you to Norrington's ship. ”

"Will I ...... Send it away?"

After Margaret heard this, somehow, she felt a little sad in her heart, she pushed Andy away, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Why did you bring me to the goddess of despair in the first place?

Margaret's words made Andy stunned, and he looked at Margaret blankly, not understanding why she said such a thing.

"Marg......

"Don't call me, let me think about it alone!"

Margaret threw herself on the boat and covered her face.

Andy's hand froze in mid-air, a little stunned, he scratched his head, shrugged his shoulders, and left the room helplessly.

Although the materials for sewing voodoo dolls have been prepared for a long time, they are only used by Andy in case of emergency, and it was just now that Margaret said that he was bored, and he remembered to ask Margaret to sew a Norrington doll.

With Norrington dolls, it is always more convenient to at least ask Norrington to do something.

Other than these, Andy can't think of any other curses that can help him, he will only have some disease curses, corrosion curses, all need a lot of special materials, and they are not much use for this kind of big scene.

When Andy walked out of the room, Zach was walking upstairs enjoying the sea breeze.

The sea breeze grew stronger, and Zack's smile grew stronger.

"Enough!"

Zach opened his eyes, walked to the deck, and shouted loudly.

"Damn lazy worms! Get the cable tied and fetch a lamb from the cabin!"

Zack's will was quickly executed, and Andy stepped aside, leaning against the railing, and watched with interest.

Soon, Holt climbed up the stairs of the cabin, carrying a lamb on his shoulder, bleating, perhaps frightened by the rude pirates.

The lamb was placed under the mast, to which Zach tied it himself, and took the sharp dagger from Holden's hand.

Andy's face became solemn, and Zach seemed to be about to do something.

The pirates tacitly took off their pirate hats, and Zach was no exception, and he bowed his head gently to the lamb, the dagger already slicing through the lamb's throat.

The lamb screamed and struggled incessantly, and the hot blood spurted out in an instant, steaming hot on the deck.

Zach had an evil smile on his face and some strange syllables in his mouth.

Under Andy's surprised gaze, the blood of the lamb on the deck flowed, gathering under the mast, the blood flowed faster and faster, and the mast was like a blood-sucking demon, beginning to devour the blood of the lamb's body.

In a matter of moments, the lamb was turned into a shriveled and empty skin.

The yellow mast turned dark red, and the original jet-black canvas became fuller, and mysterious alchemy patterns appeared on it.

Andy knew in his heart that this sail had been depicted by the alchemist when it was made, and after absorbing the blood, it would emerge and function.

He could clearly feel that with the appearance of the veins, the speed of the goddess of despair was more than twice as fast as before.

"The guys in the Pirate Alliance really have some means, and it's not in vain that I spent so many gold coins. ”

Zach nodded, looking at the sword and the pirate ships of the Rose and Bluenose, which had been pulled away a little bit, and laughed presumptuously.

He didn't have the luxury of getting rid of them, but it was okay to keep a long distance, and when the storm came, the distance between them would be stretched infinitely.

Humming a ditty, Zach set off the boat himself, and Andy stared at the canvas with a thoughtful glint in his eyes.