Watching the boat get farther and farther away, Zach smiled and gave Roger a deep look.

Roger took a deep breath, nodded at Zach, and walked into the captain's room.

It's a deal.

Zach is a good Black Pirate, and he doesn't let Andy and Margaret go out of pity.

Margaret is his shield, used to restrain Jervis's existence, how can he easily let him leave the goddess of despair?

It's just a deal.

After the capture of the previous Stormsea Pirate King Payne, Zach once went to find his treasure and stumbled upon a mysterious roll of parchment.

It was an invitation from the Immortal of the Deep.

Davy Jones, a name that makes Blackbeard look at him, is a legend that crisscrosses all the seas.

Davy Jones, the king of the deep sea, flies the Dutchman with his terrifying ghost spaceship.

David Jones is haunted, and where there is an ocean, there is a ghost ship.

Davy Jones was originally a very talented sailor, but he fell in love with a witch who was as unpredictable and ethereal as the ocean, Calypso.

For her sake, Jones is willing to spend his life adrift at sea, and he voluntarily accepts the witch's curse to care for the souls of those who die at sea, sending them to the other side, and he can only meet his lover once every ten years.

Jones did all this willingly, but when the ten-year deadline was up, Calypso did not show up.

Jones was completely desperate because of this betrayal of his lover, because of love and hatred.

He summoned the Nine Pirate Kings of the Pirate League and told them that Calypso was a cult god who would pose an immeasurable threat to pirates.

The Nine Pirate Kings sealed Calypso once and for all, and Jones ceased to fulfill his obligations, causing all the crew of the Dutchman, including him, to be cursed.

They have all turned into hideous monsters, and Jones has also become a fearsome octopus.

The sea beast raised by Jones was a blessing in disguise, and under the power of the curse, it became a formidable quasi-legendary eight-star sea beast.

Jones began to roam the seas, taking in the spirits of those who had died in shipwreck, allowing them to escape justice and serve them until their souls became part of the Dutch.

David Jones put the contract he had signed with others into a treasure chest and sank into the sea at a depth of 10,000 meters, and the world said that if he got the treasure chest, he could control the undead.

It was a chest of the dead, a symbol of death.

Jones longed for a high-quality soul and a good and outstanding pirate to add new strength to his Dutchman, so he sent invitations to the Pirate King in various seas.

It's the legendary Devil's Pact.

Write your name on the Devil's Pact, and if your power is recognized by David Jones, he can do one thing for you, and the price to pay is a hundred years of soul service on the Dutch.

Roger was confident in himself, he knew that his soul would call David Jones, and he was not afraid of his soul being enslaved.

The Goddess of Despair was his home, and he couldn't bear to see the Goddess of Despair sink, otherwise his soul would not be able to rest in peace after his death.

However, David Jones's Dutchman, despite his mysterious powers, could not appear in front of the goddess of despair in an instant.

Before that, the Goddess of Despair was in danger of sinking, so it would be safer to let Andy and Andler leave first, after all, he could not guarantee that there would be no casualties on the Goddess of Despair before David Jones arrived.

Andler is his best friend, his legs have been turned into char for the goddess of despair, and he should not give his life anymore.

Andy is his younger brother, he likes this little guy full of curiosity and dreams, exactly like his younger brother, such a person should not be buried in the deep sea at a young age.

Taking a deep breath, Roger took the parchment from Zach's hand and solemnly wrote his name on it.

Arnold Rogers

Roger dripped a drop of blood on it, and the parchment slowly flew into the air, burning on the ground, the flames were azure and jumping.

The flames did not appear to be as warm as they were, but the parchment was not damaged in the slightest, except for a blackened mark in the lower right corner, a string of names.

David Jones

Zach breathed a sigh of relief, the only person on this ship who could sign a contract 100% successfully was himself, but Zach did not want his soul to be enslaved for a hundred years.

He knew that if the soul was enslaved for a hundred years, it would eventually become a part of the Dutch, and it would never be reborn.

But apparently, Roger's contract was also successful, otherwise, the parchment would have been burned clean by the flames just now.

There was a fluctuation in the air, and Zach and Roger only felt that in a trance, there was one more person in front of them.

He seemed to have been soaked in water for decades, and his body was still dripping with water, and his tattered pirate suit and pirate hat were covered with barnacles and conchs, and even seaweed in some places.

His face was a large octopus with tentacles writhing, a giant pincer in his left hand, a pointed crab leg in his right foot, small eyes looking at Zach and Roger, and a deep inhaler and a smile on his nose.

"Arnold Rogers, are you afraid of death?"

David Jones laughed without waiting for Roger's answer, he was satisfied with Roger, this man could at least be a boatswain on his ship.

Zach and Roger felt a great pressure, not only from the appearance of the person opposite, but also because of the momentum he unconsciously exuded.

David Jones reached over and almost pressed his face against Zach's face, one of his tentacles moving and lifting the blindfold.

Zack's ghost eyes were revealed, and the flames inside jumped.

"Desperate witch Menesa...... It's been a long time, are you still hiding in that dark abyss?"

David Jones spoke slowly, his voice tinged with a strange magic.

The ghost fire jumped a few times, and cold sweat flowed from Zack's forehead.

"Oh hehe, don't think about replacing you with him, wait, even if you hide in the abyss, one day I will go to you, Menesa, your soul, destined to be enslaved on my ship for a hundred years. ”

"Don't forget, who pulled you up from the depths of the dark ocean......"

The pupil of Zach's other eye shrank to the size of a pinpoint, and he gasped for breath as quickly as he took a few steps back.

David Jones smiled gloomily and looked at Roger.

"What is your desire? ”

"I hope you can repel our enemy, or entangle him so that we can reach Viking Harbor safely. ”

David Jones' eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze looked through the wooden wall of the captain's room to see the Victory approaching at great speed.

"What a beautiful baby~"

David Jones took a few steps forward and turned back, "You're smart, sailor, if you let it sink, you won't have enough soul for the whole ship, but it's easy to stop it......"

David Jones reached out his hand, patted Roger lightly, and then walked towards the wooden wall on the other side, disappearing.

"My little pet will arrive in five hours, and when the time comes, it will take your soul with you!"

Roger looked down at his palm, a terrifying black spot, which was rapidly expanding......