The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

"I can only send you here. Varya."

Standing at the exit, El lowered his head and spoke softly.

She smiled and asked softly: "Do you know Port Dror?"

Seeing Varya's gentle nod, she took out a quill pen and a piece of ordinary paper from her pocket, and while drawing something, she said:

"You go to the Sanhe Bar in Dror Port and find a captain named 'Jack'. Ask him to take you to the temple of the Goddess of Life. You will be safe."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

Varya nodded vigorously and said:

"Sanhe Bar, Captain Jack."

"That's right." El put away the quill, folded the piece of paper, put it in Varya's hand, and said seriously:

"Do your sister one more favor and give this to him. Okay?"

Varya nodded harder and replied forcefully:

"Um!"

Hearing this, a bright smile appeared on El's face, as if it could melt the snow in spring. He pointed to the door behind Varya and said softly:

"Go ahead, don't be afraid. No one will stop you."

Varya nodded vigorously again, took a deep breath, turned around, and walked toward the door pointed by her sister behind her.

She opened the door forcefully, looked at the abyss-like scene, swallowed, turned her head to look at El's encouraging smile, stepped forward with all her strength, and stepped into it.

She mustered up the courage to stand on tiptoes, took off the oil lamp on the wall, wiped the cold sweat from her face, and refueled herself. Walking upward step by step.

As expected, no one stopped me along the way. Apart from the fear brought to me by the silent corridor, nothing could stop me.

Holding the warmth in my hands just now gave me great courage, but now I am alone, and the passage of time seems to have fallen into a quagmire.

As if a whole century had passed, a little light finally appeared in front of her. She felt like she saw hope and ran up in a few steps.

As if her courage was exhausted, she no longer dared to look back. She looked at the light illuminating the door in front of her. As if she knew what to do, she continued to open the ajar door and ran.

After passing through the door of the bustling bar, Varya breathed heavily and squatted down to take a rest.

Not having a full meal for a long time made her body a little weak, and her belly felt empty and her limbs weak.

Suddenly, Varya felt her hair being touched, as if to soothe her fearful soul. Varya suddenly felt that her soul was soothed.

She raised her head and met that deep look.

The person in front of him was wearing a black dress, a white wig on his head, and smooth leather shoes on his feet. The smile on his face was like the sister who saved him just now. He squatted in front of him, much like his father.

"Valia. Hello." Richie said softly.

He had just read the memory of the little girl in front of him very impolitely. This is nothing to a true historian, a master of memory.

"How do you know my name?" Varya suddenly panicked, but then she was melted by Richie's warm smile.

"It's not important. Are you going to find Captain Jack?" Rich suddenly asked.

Varya thought about what El said just now, and since he wanted to keep her secret, he became even more vigilant. He frowned and didn't answer.

"I already know. I don't mean any harm." Richie said to himself without waiting for Varya's answer.

"Would you like to do me a favor?" He leaned down, took out an envelope from his pocket, and continued:

"Give this envelope to Captain Jack Sparrow for me. Will you, little postman?"

After hearing Richie's gentle words, Varya seemed to no longer resist, but she didn't understand why everyone was looking for Captain Jack? Is this a very powerful person? She took the light envelope smoothly and remained speechless.

"You must be hungry." Richie continued, "When you get here, Captain Jack will treat you to a delicious meal. You can eat whatever you want."

"Really?" Varya exclaimed.

"Of course." Richie patted Varya on the back and comforted: "Go quickly, it's getting late. There will be heavy fog at night."

Perhaps Richie’s comfort had an effect, or maybe the delicious meal he promised gave Varya strength. She jumped up from the ground, waved to Richie, and walked towards the port location in her memory. .

Behind her, Rich's figure suddenly disappeared.

When he reappeared in the study room at No. 77 Heaton Street, he changed out of his clothes and put on the equipment he usually went fishing with, and his figure became lighter again.

Above the classroom of Drol City's second-highest school. He knocked on the classroom door gently and then pushed it open. He smiled and said hello to the students present, then waved to the surprised Professor Palmer on the podium and said:

"Professor, something is urgent."

Palmer looked around the classroom, then coughed and said seriously:

"Study first."

He stepped off the podium and came outside the classroom. He looked at Richie's equipment and asked in confusion:

"What's wrong, Phasma. Don't be so anxious about fishing. It's only Monday. I haven't had any classes this week."

"Ah!! This week's fish tastes better on Monday. Hurry up and prepare it." Richie casually found an excuse to explain, which made Palmer confused.

He took a step back in surprise and looked at Richie from top to bottom. Very confused.

"Don't worry about it, let's leave quickly." Rich looked anxious. Said again.

"Huh??" Palmer was even more confused. But looking at Richie's serious expression, thinking back to the fact that Richie had never been so serious before, there must be something really wrong.

He frowned and said, "Wait for me."

Then, Palmer turned around, walked to the classroom, and said at the door:

"This week's politics class is all self-study."

This was followed by cheers in the classroom.

Of course, Professor Palmer did not forget to add: "The exam is next week."

Sure enough, the sound in the classroom suddenly stopped.

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The men in the bar were shouting and making noise, which made Varya a little scared. The bearded guy over there kept looking at me, he didn't think he had any thoughts about me.

Did I just escape from the tiger's mouth and enter the wolf's den again?

The woman who looked like a waiter in the bar also had a sinister face and was chatting and laughing with the most terrifying man.

He actually played with a musket in front of everyone! !

what to do. . . .

starving. Where is the captain named Jack?

It was over, that old woman with a sinister face came over.

what to do? what to do? ?

"Little girl? This is not the place for you to come. Get out quickly." She seemed to dislike seeing Varya.

"I, I. No... I'm here to find someone." Varya mustered up her courage and said loudly.

This seemed to trigger the smile of the woman with a swollen face. She clapped her hands, the slut on her face trembled, and said:

"Are you looking for your dad? What's his name? Say it and make me smile."

"Jack, his name is Jack. Captain Jack." Varya seemed to be afraid that she didn't speak clearly enough, so she repeated it several times.

This sentence seemed even funnier, making everyone around him laugh. The woman even held the shoulders of the man next to her, holding her belly and laughing non-stop.

After a while, she seemed to have calmed down. He shouted loudly behind him:

"Great Captain Jack. Your daughter is here to find you. It seems that this will be a stumbling block on your great voyage."

What? My daughter? Mrs. Harry, you're kidding me. How old am I? Alok looked at the laughing crowd over there in surprise, as well as the helpless little girl in the middle.

Damn it, whose daughter is this? Don’t blame me.

Having a sister is enough for me.

As if she had laughed enough, Mrs. Harry straightened up and said:

"Okay. I'll take you to your father."

She lowered her body and looked at Varya's big, watery eyes, and praised:

"You're so cute."

Varya only saw the woman named Mrs. Harry holding her hand and walking to the corner of the bar in front of the man playing with the musket.

No way. Is he Captain Jack Sparrow?

Did those two people sell me out again? It looks so scary.

She swallowed, suppressed her fear, and said to the unkind-faced Captain Jack:

"You're asked to treat me to dinner."