Florence, Baltic!

Dawn breaks through the crimson darkness, and the fiery red morning sun leaps out of the horizon, rendering the distance a golden yellow.

Layers of waves swelled on the blue and black sea, and the turbulent water crashed against the side of the Black Pearl, spraying snow-white spray, and under the refraction of the sun, a brilliant and colorful foam rose.

Above deck, dressed in a blue robe, Jack D. Sparrow closed his eyes tightly and his body rolled in pain, as if he were experiencing a nightmare.

Standing next to him was a beautiful lady in a long black retro gothic dress and a wide-brimmed hat with a pinted black gauze hanging down her head.

Her face was white, her nose was straight, her lips were thin and rosy, and the only thing that was discordant was her bottomless eyes like the ocean.

"Tentacles, twists, reproductions, depravity, mixed with anger, wandering, fear, despair, ......"

The lady in the gothic dress looked at Jack with a cold gaze, reading the picture of his dream and the emotions mixed in with it.

"Wake up, I have something to ask you."

A languid, sweet voice spat out of her mouth, accompanied by layers of illusory tones, which seemed beautiful and desolate.

After about ten seconds, Jack suddenly broke free from the nightmare full of twisted tentacles, his eyes staring at the black deck beneath his feet in horror, but the familiar sound of the waves sounded in his ears.

"Good morning, Jack."

Hearing the voice, Jack M. D. Sparrow propped himself up, his head in a huge black tricorne, and his gaze moved upwards to focus on the woman in the black gothic dress.

"Wei... High Priest of Viatou? ”

Under the brilliant sun, Jack looked at the only priestess of the Poseidon Church with a surprised expression, and he suddenly felt a little unreal.

Am I on the Black Pearl? And the High Priest of Viato is also there?

Isn't she supposed to be far away in Faslanka? How did it end up on the Black Pearl? And I remember fainting on the black island in the end......

"Tell me, what happened to you last night?"

"Encounter ......"

A strong electric current flashed through his mind, Jack pressed his temples that were faintly painful, he held on to the deck and tried to stand up, but as soon as his waist was forced, he almost fell, so he could only hurriedly reach out and hold the deck again to stabilize his balance.

"Let me think about it, ah... My head hurts, um... I had a ...... last night."

"Encountering ......"

"I seem to remember that there was a pair of eyes behind me last night... Back... Fingernail... Cerebrum... Intestines ......"

A staggering voice came from Jack's mouth, as if something was choking.

"Jack?"

Viato quickly reached out her left hand and pulled out a quaint gold pocket watch from her chest.

The indifferent gaze stared at the pocket watch in his hand, and opened it with a click, and the hands inside slowly turned in a counterclockwise direction.

Tick... Tick...

As time passed, Jack's legs knelt directly on the deck, and his eyes were filled with tiny, twisted genital organs, twisted together like seaweed, writhing and intertwined with pleasure.

"Sure enough, it's polluted!"

Wearing a black gothic dress, Wei Yatu's eyes rose slightly, staring at Jack, who was kneeling on the deck, his body was changing.

Slender and greasy tentacles intertwined, and many genital-like tentacles scrambled out of the throat, opening round cavities filled with layers of wriggling, jagged spikes that seemed to break Jack's mouth.

"Dispel!"

It was still a lazy voice, but this time it was mixed with an inexplicable and vague power, and the sound came to his ears, and then Jack's mind buzzed, and then a new picture appeared in his mind.

Layers of thick and brilliant clouds fell from the sky, interweaving into a dreamlike road of white clouds, enveloping him layer by layer, staining his skin, eyes, palms, and hair.

"Bishop of the Clouds!"

The anomaly faded, and Jack's eyes quickly returned to their original black and gray, and he stared at what was happening to him, not panicking, just sitting quietly on the clouds, like a humanoid sculpture.

At this moment, the surroundings became unusually quiet, and there was no Black Pearl in sight, no more rough seas, and even the sound of the waves and the sails on the Black Pearl were gone.

At this moment, two bare feet without shoes fell from mid-air, followed by a black Gothic mattress dress, and a voice that was not as soft as before:

"Lust pollution, I didn't expect to plant evil seeds in your body."

"Your Excellency High Priest, do you mean that the seeds of evil have been planted in my body?" Jack's deep eye mask suddenly became solemn, and he recalled the terrible scene just now.

"Well, but you're not dealing with a mythical transcendent species, it's not that badly polluted, I've purified it, and now tell me what happened to you before that."

The voice of the High Priest of Viatu seemed to have a special penetrating power, mixed with the inexplicable meaning of irresistible, unconcealable, and undeceived, which made people can't help but want to surrender and worship the mysterious power above the clouds.

Florence ...... Scandinavian White Desert ...... A black unknown island, with its giant underworld creatures...... yes, I fought that kind of thing......

Jack's mind became extremely active at this moment, and he swallowed his saliva and slowly spoke, telling the story of what had happened when he encountered the disguised monster.......

.........

Faslanka, 2nd floor of Frank Apartments!

Venason washed his face in the public bathroom and looked into the yellowed and blackened mirror, smiling a healthy spirit.

"I didn't expect the toothpaste in this world to be pink, but it tastes a little strange, a bit like an overnight soap corner with added flavor."

Venason spat to himself, then left the bathroom, returned to his room, and took out a 1-decree note from under his pillow, which was given to him by Irene last night to buy today's breakfast.

Rubbing up the money that smelled of ink, he trotted all the way to the merchandise section, where he paid 10 pence for nearly six pounds of brown bread, and a reasonably tasty low-quality cream.

"The price of bread has started to stabilize, and there has been a slight drop in meat, which is much cheaper than before......

After the family had breakfast, Miss changed into the blue checkered suit that she had been reluctant to wear for a long time, and commented on her sister and brother who were sitting next to her.

Today is Saturday, and it is also the day when he and Gropius take a day off, because they are temporary porters, there is no unified rest time, so the whole family discussed it together and had a day off on Saturday.

Of course, Mies doesn't dress formally on his days off, and strictly speaking, there is another good thing to celebrate and celebrate, and that is the issue of rental housing.

"It's quite rare in this society to have a landlord as generous as Mr. Frank, and to be honest, I couldn't have imagined that I could change my rental house for free for a fraction of the cost."

"Mr. Frank said to me yesterday that he wanted us to take a look today."

Erin said as she found the worn silk yarn hat from the closet, and although it had been sewn and mended a few times, it was still the most handy hat.

"But Mr. Frank, why did you suddenly ask us to change houses? Is there something going on in it? ”

Vinason was a little confused for a moment, although their landlord, Mr. Frank, was a well-known gentleman, but there were still some inexplicable reasons for renting out a house that was not equivalent to renting out for a small fee.

At this time, Gropius, who was already dressed in formal clothes, sat in a chair, looked at the expired newspaper he brought back yesterday, and said with surprise:

"Venason, it's because of you, Mr. Frank found out about your admission to St. Hornavich University, well, because of it?" Gropius asked, turning his head to Erin and Mies.

"That's right, it's because you've been admitted to college, and Mr. Frank said to celebrate the arrival of a college student among his tenants, so there is the following generous offer."

Mr. Frank, the host, do you know about my acceptance into St. Hornavich University?

Strange, how did Mr. Frank know? I remember I just shared the news with Erin last night.

In a flash of thought, Venason suddenly remembered the black-robed and hooded man he had seen last night.

He had been following Joseph Paxton, quiet and silent, but in the outer outline of his body he had some resemblance to Mr. Frank......