David Jones followed the creaking wooden ladder to the top floor of the Flying Dutchman.

It's not like Vander Dyken's bubbles, where the top floor is filled with cold, dark waters.

Not far away, the pirate flag drooped down as if it were dead, wrapped around the flagpole.

The pearl is dusty. David Jones thought to himself.

Van der Dyken was a complete idiot who made the Flying Dutchman a family heirloom ornament that he didn't know how to cherish.

He let a giant fish-man pull him, but he didn't know that what the ship wanted most was to sail heartily through the rough seas, even if it ended up being crushed.

David Jones walked up to the round wooden rudder, reached out and peeled off the slimy moss, and turned it from side to side, still turning.

His heart seemed to echo with the ship, and he soon knew what the ship wanted.

The Flying Dutchman had waited too long for the final departure.

David Jones wants to meet the world's flying Dutchman.

"Hachi. You go back to the Terror Ghost. ”

"Huh? Oh...... Yes, Captain. ”

The good thing about Hachi is here, although he has curiosity in his heart, but once David Jones gives the order, he will carry it out to the letter, and he will not drag it out.

He leaped and plunged into the water.

Hachi came and went freely in the water, six hands and two legs, swimming like a jellyfish, but much faster.

He quickly swam back into the dreaded ghost's green curtain and slammed aboard.

The crew asked him what had happened, but he couldn't answer, saying only that the captain had asked him to come back.

No, the crew could only continue to look at the captain.

David Jones turned the rudder and made a titicacaa sound.

The Flying Dutchman, which had been dormant for hundreds of years, seemed to suddenly come to life, moving as if it were sailing with the wind in the heavy waters.

Boom –

The power of the goddess of the sea carried the Flying Dutchman through the dust and around the rocky mountains before coming to a halt hundreds of meters away.

The crew of the Horror Ghost was stunned that Captain David Jones could make such a broken ship move.

But on second thought, the Horror Ghost is also quite dilapidated, isn't it also mobilized by the mysterious power of the captain to set sail and sail until now?

Now that the captain has set the Flying Dutchman moving, what's so surprising about it?

The other side.

David Jones turned the rudder as he pleased, and the Flying Dutchman sailed to the bottom of the sea as he pleased.

It is getting faster and faster, and even sets off a whirlpool.

The whirlpool grew bigger and bigger, bringing in the surrounding gravel dust, as well as some fish and shrimp.

The Flying Dutchman ran rampant with the whirlpool, then the pirate flag was blown away, then the mast snapped, then the bow and stern snapped, and finally completely disintegrated.

Bang –

Fragments of the ship's hull spread out with the whirlpool.

Some of them made it straight to the side of the Dreadful Wraith, and slammed into the dark and tattered hull like siege logs!

The Dreadful Ghost shook, and the people on deck barely kept their balance.

As the left and right sides of the boat were filled with debris, Polki's pretty face turned pale, and the plush cheerleader hat on her head was about to fall off, she hurriedly held on to it and screamed.

"The wreckage of the Flying Dutchman is destroying the Terror Ghost!"

Chloe leaned on her glasses and glanced up at the dark green curtain around the Terrorsome Ghost.

All in perfect condition.

It's an important shield that shelters them, and as long as it doesn't break, they can still breathe smoothly at the bottom of the ocean.

Knowing this, he wasn't at all as flustered as Porchi.

He walked over to the side of the ship again, looked down, and after a long time, said, "The debris is not attacking the Terror Ghost, it is merging with this ship." ”

And all the people came together and looked down together.

The fragments of the hull pierced into the hull, but instead of destroying the hull structure, little by little, they creaked into the horror ghost.

"Look at the bow!"

The sharp-eyed doll Mikita pointed ahead, and her lemon-sliced earrings swayed with her movements.

The crew looked over, only to see a large chunk of the horror wraith's bow suddenly stretching out.

At first, it protruded like a sharp blade, but soon everyone realized that it was more like the gaping jaw of the Dreadful Wraith, and even the upper and lower jaws and serrations were vivid.

The image of the whole ship has also changed dramatically.

The Horror Ghost seems to have turned into a fierce beast of the deep!

While the pirates were in awe, Klockdahl paid no attention to the Terror.

His eyes were on David Jones the whole time, never taking a moment off.

He had a hunch that he would witness a historic scene, just as he had watched Roger be executed.

He saw it.

After the Flying Dutchman was broken into pieces, David Jones stood alone in the center of the vortex and pulled out the black scepter that had been pulled from its body.

He raised his scepter.

David Jones's appearance changed rapidly, first his arms reverted to the shape of crab claws in his left hand, tentacles in his right hand, and then back into human hands.

The tentacles on his face have abruptly changed to a human beard, and his sallow skin has returned to the color of human blood, allowing Crocodall to briefly get a glimpse of David Jones's true face.

However, David Jones's physiognomy is not fixed to any one of them, but is constantly changing in permutations and combinations.

Sometimes human faces, crab claws, sometimes human hands, sharp one-legged ...... And so on.

On top of that, the black scepter in David Jones' hand is also constantly changing.

One moment shattered, the next reassembled, and the many tentacles wrapped around the scepter like a python, finally condensing it into a trident like a forged fire!

The pitch-black trident is not flat, the tip of the halberd grows slightly larger from right to left, and the whole looks like a waning moon and a hideous crab claw.

David Jones lifted the black trident and fell down hard, hammering it to the bottom of the sea.

The amber orb in the trident glows!

In an instant, starting from the soles of David Jones' feet, the sea fled.

The whirlpool dissipated, the waters receded, and the surging waves nearly toppled the Terror Ghost.

Kuraken feared, but courageous, stretched out his tentacles and held the hull of the Terror Ghost.

Half an hour later, the dust settled.

A semi-circular arc appeared in the depths of the sea, where the sand, coral, and rocks were exposed, and the Horror Ghost ran aground.

Whew-

The crew of the Horror Ghost was stunned on deck.

In the chaos just now, some of them grabbed the side of the ship, some grabbed the mast of the ship, and some hugged the other crew members, so that they stabilized their figures.

They looked at the captain again.

David Jones had reverted to the way he had been before he left the Horror Ghost, the only difference was the trident he was holding.

But that's just the appearance.

Chloe, Yarrita, Rowe, Perona, and Mikita, who had made a hundred-year contract with David Jones, all felt the warmth of their bodies, as if they were closer to David Jones and the Horror Ghost.

Especially Perona.

There seemed to be a wail in her shell, which made her tremble, and just as she wondered where the fear came from, she realized that it was her ghost who was terrified.

It was as if the next moment, these ghosts would be forced to leave her and dissipate directly.

Even Kulaken, who had long since surrendered, only dared to crawl beside the horror ghost, and did not dare to move for half a minute.

Everyone was silent, and the bottom of the sea fell into dead silence for a while.

Klockdahl knew why they didn't speak, because David Jones hadn't spoken yet, and they were waiting for orders from David Jones.

David Jones' gray-blue eyes looked at them, then at the terrifying ghost, which had been repurposed to resemble the ship he had used to have, but still did not speak, but held the trident in his hand and was once again in the dust.

There was a loud rumbling noise.

Boulders rose from the gravel of the soil, and shards of the Flying Dutchman flew in, mixing corals, shells, seaweed, and even some fish bones.

Bang bang bang!

They fall together, or they shatter, or reassemble, or merge, or inlay, or stack......

It took a long time for the crew to see what was going on.

In this waterless land, the size of an island, David Jones is building a city with a trident!

In the blink of an eye, the castle has taken on its rudimentary outline.

(End of chapter)