Outlander’s Journey

Although Elizabeth is not as feminine as an ordinary aristocratic girl, she also grew up in the education of a distinguished family. Faced with a sexy man wearing only ragged half-length trousers, she subconsciously whispered, but she didn't know. Where to put his eyes, he just rushed behind Jack.

Jack looked up and down at Heather without any scruples, slurping in his mouth: "Man, you have a good body shape, did you work hard to attract those noble girls?"

Heather took off his glasses and smiled slightly: "Don't you wonder why there are people on this isolated island?"

Elizabeth whispered again.

But this time she knew where to put her eyes. She sprang out from behind Jack, straightened out the long blonde hair that was tossed by the sea breeze, and stared at Heather's face with shame and whispered, "No wonder, this gentleman, you must have been pirates too. Exiled to this island after the looting, right?"

Jack was upset, and leaned in small steps to Elizabeth's ear and whispered: "Don't be fooled dear, look at his sissy strange appearance, maybe he is a castrate!"

Elizabeth was furious, and pushed Jack to his chest and pushed him away, with a look of disgust: "Jack Sparrow! You still have a face to slander others as castrations!? Open your dog eyes and take a good look, this gentleman. At first glance, it is a masculine and upright law-abiding citizen, maybe even a learned scholar or an aristocrat from the East!"

"Oriental noble? A little girl who has never seen the world..." Jack mumbled unwillingly, then turned to Heather: "Yes, I was about to ask you why you appeared on this island ?"

Heather sighed and sat on the beach sadly and said: "As you think, I was looted by pirates, and I was the only one who survived on the boat. But these bastards still didn't let me go and passed by this island. Shi put me in exile directly here, and even reluctant to give me a musket that broke itself."

Jack frowned, but before he could speak, he was cut off by Eliza White Hits:

"That's right, this group of pirates is really Damn it, me and this, uh, Mr. Jack was also exiled here by pirates. This gentleman, I don't know if you can get out of here? It's similar to witchcraft. Kind?"

Well, [Orient] in the eyes of most of the 18th century white skin means ‘mystery’, ‘silk’, ‘wealth’, ‘gold’ and the like, all thanks to Marco Polo.

Facing the girl’s expectant gaze, Heather gestured towards herself: "If I have this convenient spell, I will first change myself into a fitted dress, otherwise I will face you with such an elegant and luxurious appearance in such a awkward manner. A beautiful girl is really not what a decent gentleman should do."

Elizabeth just smirked with a flushed face.

The shocking beauty that barely played a role in the Hunter World finally opened in the Pirates of the Caribbean World, which is gratifying.

Jack stabbed Elizabeth's arm with his elbow. Seeing that the latter had no response, he had to step forward to block between the blonde girl and the black-haired young man, with a decisive gesture of beating a mandarin duck:

"After talking so much, it turned out to be an unlucky ghost waiting to be starved to death. If you want to kill yourself, please go soak in the sea. We will not borrow this gun."

"Wait a moment, gun? What are you doing with a gun?" Elizabeth woke up from Heather's beauty and looked at Jack in amazement: "You were exiled to this island before, right? Use your old ones again. Wouldn’t it be okay to escape? Will is still on the Black Pearl, we have to save him!"

Jack "Aha" said: "Miss Elizabeth actually remembered that her sweetheart let her get away at the cost of her own life, I thought you were intoxicated by... (Jack glances at Heather) The beauty of a certain oriental nobleman can't help it. That's it."

"I, I didn't!" Elizabeth screamed with flushed face, and it seemed that if she couldn't beat Jack, she would definitely pounce on her with a hammer.

Jack shook his fingers: "The point is that the Black Pearl has already driven away. Even if we can leave the island, is there a steering wheel and several sails hidden in your lovely body-fitting suit?"

As he said, he glanced at the girl's chest as flat as the marble floor of the Governor's Mansion in Port Royal: "...it seems unlikely. Before we caught up with the Black Pearl, the poor little Turner probably had died."

Jack spread his hands and signaled that he could do nothing, and then moved towards the woods in the middle of the island to take an enchanting step that his six relatives did not recognize. When he passed by Heather, he exaggeratedly bowed to his chest and saluted him. Heather smiled and bowed his head in a salute.

The girl who was stunned in the same place didn't even care about being embarrassed, the safety of her sweetheart now occupied all of her mind. She hurried to catch up with Jack and whispered in his ear like a bird: "Yes, but you are Captain Jack Sparrow! You can slip under the noses of the seven agents of the East India Company, you don’t have to pay a fee. The gun ransacked the entire Port of Nassau. Are you really the big pirate I know? Hey, Jack, are you listening!"

She grabbed Jack, who was beating on a palm tree trunk, and pretending to be lying on the trunk listening to something.

"Huh?" Elizabeth pulled him, and Jack seemed to have just woke up drunk, with a confused expression on his face.

"How did you escape last time?" Elizabeth now seriously doubted the reliability of the legend.

Jack hesitated to speak, and finally suffocated: "Last time... I only stayed here for three days, understand?"

Elizabeth felt that the sky was about to collapse: "Three days? It's not the legendary'staying in front of the beach for a month, let all the sea birds and beasts be familiar with your existence, and then tied a raft to dozens of sea turtles to escape calmly.' Come on, how did you escape!"

"Let me explain to him."

At this time, a gentle voice sounded from the side. Heather's figure appeared not far from the two of them, raising his finger to a position only a few steps away from the palm tree Jack was leaning on:

"This island is supposed to be a secret warehouse for rum dealers, and the cellar there is a secret storage point. This Mr. Jack Sparrow was lucky enough to ran into a wine dealer to pick up the goods when he was exiled to the deserted island. Followed their boat and left here, am I right?"

Jack spread his hands towards Elizabeth, meaning [you see? He said everything he could say] and added: "Captain, please call me Captain Jack Sparrow. Thank you."

Elizabeth looked at Jack in disbelief: "As a result, you just lay on the beach and got drunk for three days? There is no such legendary story as a turtle raft?"

"That's just the world's wishful planning and re-creation. I personally don't agree with this approach that is almost defamatory."

Jack counted the number of steps and strode to the wine storage location, cleared the sand and leaves on the wine cellar, and got into the wine cellar:

"Oh, it seems that no one has been here for a long time. Maybe this is also due to your fiancé, Norrington Commodore."

Standing next to the wine cellar with her arms folded, Elizabeth watched angrily as Jack climbed out of the cellar with two bottles of rum: "What then? The great Captain Jack Sparrow is going to get drunk on the beach for three more days?"

Jack was silent for a short while, then stuffed her a bottle of wine: "...Welcome to the Caribbean, dear."

Then he looked at Heather again, pinched the orchid and said, "Sorry buddy, I didn't bring you a bottle, but you can go in and get it yourself. I hope you are not so addicted to alcohol, otherwise we will have to live in a few days. To death of thirst."

"It's okay, I don't like to drink." Heather said it didn't matter.

Elizabeth immediately agreed: "I agree! This evil drink can turn the most respected person into a villain!"

Jack flipped over Byakugan, and when he was carrying the bottle, he even walked more constrained than usual: "That's great, I'm afraid that you two are outright drunkards who want to grab a drink with me. A rare opportunity. You can drink rum to your heart's content, and you can drink until you get drunk!"

He was humming a song and wanted to carry the wine away, but he saw Heather walking towards the wine cellar and asked strangely: "Man, don't you like to drink? Listen to me, rum is not good. Don't waste your efforts, leave it to those who need it more."

Heather did not know when a gorgeous golden cross sword appeared in his hand, and politely bowed his head slightly to bow to Jack: "I really don't like to drink, but these wines are of great use to me. Then, sorry."

"Sorry? For what?" Jack was even more confused.

"If the wine in the cellar is used as fuel to burn this wood, the smoke can reach thousands of feet, right?"

Heather waved the cross sword casually, and the surrounding trees slowly fell to the ground in the bright light of the knife, making a dull and loud noise.

"Burn, burn?" Jack's expression froze.

Elizabeth looked ecstatic: "Yes! Yes, if you burn these rums that should go to hell, the smoke will be very high. Now the entire Marine of Port Royal is looking for me, within two hours. You will definitely find it! This gentleman, you are simply a genius!"

If it weren't for Will, who was in her heart, Elizabeth wanted to put aside her hold-up and threw herself into Heather's arms and kissed him severely.

"Not good! Very bad!"

Jack was so scared that he ran and jumped back, dancing and trying to stop Heather's violent behavior: "Why burn rum! That's rum!"

In Jack's mind, the status of rum is second only to the Black Pearl, and higher than his father.

However, on this isolated island far from the laws and moral standards of the world, force determines everything.

Half an hour later, Jack Sparrow sat in front of the beach with his knees hugged, and watched dullly watching barrels of rum being thrown onto the fire by the weird bastard. There were a lot of palms piled under the fire. Tree. Because it is too humid, there will be more smoke and less fire, but this is exactly what Heather and Elizabeth wanted.

Dirty Elizabeth was energetically helping Heather to carry the rum continuously, and she could not see that this was the Governor's daughter who was known as the brightest jewel of Port Royal.

Heather suddenly raised his hand to signal that Elizabeth could stop. He pointed to a black spot on the sea horizon in the distance:

"Look, isn't someone here to pick us up?"

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