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Chapter 258 You Can't Defeat a Demon Twice!
On board the Black Pearl, Jack Sparrow found Elizabeth filling out her name on the amnesty she had received from Lord Beckett.
Jack snatched them away immediately: "These amnesties are supposed to be for me, aren't they?"
Jack looked at the inscription on the amnesty decree, "Lord Cutler Beckett, is he the one who wants my compass?"
Elizabeth hesitated: "It's not a compass, but a treasure chest?"
This sentence caught Barbossa's attention.
"The treasure chest? It can't be Davy Jones' treasure chest, is it? If the East India Trading Company controls this treasure chest, they control the entire sea."
Elizabeth pricked up her ears and listened, controlling the entire sea. No wonder Beckett was so eager to get the treasure chest!This has nothing to do with Jack at all.
She returned her attention to the captain.
"Yes, a disturbing intention," the captain agreed.
"May I ask, how did you get these things?"
"Persuasion," Elizabeth replied.
Jack raised his eyebrows and smiled and asked, "Friendly?"
"Of course not," Elizabeth replied flatly, she had no time for Jack's tricks or flirting.
With a sullen face, Jack looked at the amnesties again.
"Amnesty," he said huffily, "as privateer captain of the East India Trading Company representing England, as if I could be bought."
He shook his head and stuffed the pardons into his jacket pocket: "Even if you want to sell the price, it can't be that low. Instead of living that kind of life, I'd rather die..."
"Give me back those amnesties, Jack," Elizabeth said.
Jack looked at her, grinned and said, "Then you have to convince me."
Elizabeth hesitated, then turned her back on the irritating pirate, who smugly patted the amnesty in his jacket pocket.
Norrington stood beside them and listened.
As Elizabeth walked past him to leave, he couldn't help but see a faint smile on her face.
That is very strange, Morrington said after Elizabeth.I used to do everything I could to hope that when you think of me, you will have that expression, even just once.
Elizabeth froze at the suggestion that she might be interested in Captain Jack.
"I don't understand you," she said.
"I know you understand." Norrington insisted.
"Don't think about it, I trust him, that's all."
"Ah." Norrington nodded, turned and walked away, but he still wanted to take Elizabeth with him.
He asked Elizabeth: "Have you ever wondered how your fiancé ended up on the Flying Dutchman?"
Norrington, who had become a pirate at this time, saw the thoughts of the woman he loved the most, and sourly clicked on Elizabeth's words. Elizabeth had an expression of being caught in a puppy love.
As a dignified Royal Navy officer, Norrington looked down on pirates the most in his bones.
Although Will stole his goddess, he would rather see Elizabeth with a little blacksmith who received an orthodox education than a cunning pirate captain than Jack.
Being a leader is different. He reminded Elizabeth to think about why her fiancé entered the dragon's den and tiger's den in the tone of a veteran in the workplace.
Norrington did not expect that these few words of his would completely plunge Elizabeth into conflict.
That's right, I was looking for the boat that my fiancé got on, so why did my heart get lost while walking?
There is a good saying: "I envy the right to choose. It is good to have a choice, but to choose one must give up the other. It is hard to have both, but if you have a choice, you will suddenly be troubled."
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Aboard the Flying Dutchman.
Walking to the main deck of Weir Bridge, several crew members are playing a thousand kings dice game.
Will stood back, watching carefully to figure out how it was played.
"I bet ten years!" Max said enthusiastically.
Another crew member also took ten years to bet, and the betting officially began.
Everyone called a number, Max peeked at the dice under his dice cup, and said firmly: "Four five."
"Liar!" shouted another crew member in the game.
Max cursed and opened the dice cup, and the barnacle-covered sailor only had three fives.
"What are they betting on?" Will asked the boot gang, who had been following his son.
"Bet on the only thing we have." Bootleg sighed. "Years in service."
"Can anyone on board be challenged?" Will asked his father thoughtfully.
"Yes." Bootleg replied.
"I challenge Davy Jones," Will declared boldly.
The crew fell silent for a while, and Jones appeared on the deck in an instant like a magic trick.
He looked at Will seriously and said, "I accept, but I only bet on what is dearest in one's heart."
"I bet on 100 years of hard labor," Will replied.
"No!" The boot gang screamed.
"For your freedom?" Jones asked him.
"My father's freedom." Will felt that he didn't need to trade gambling for his own freedom. He thought he was already free, and he didn't know that Jack had already bargained with his soul.
"That's it." Jones agreed, and sat down in front of Will.