Chapter 45 Island
In Weiss's mind, the words "Pirates of the Caribbean~~" swept in like a wave, instantly outlining a vivid image.
A pirate with a raised finger, smoky makeup on his face, and dressed like a rock singer.
This image is the famous Captain Jacksboro, who is undoubtedly the most dazzling protagonist in the legendary story of Pirates of the Caribbean.
Captain Jacksboro has been adventuring all his life. He bravely shuttles across the turbulent sea and never backs down in the face of various dangers and challenges.
"Is there a way for this world to solve the wronged souls in the Philosopher's Stone?"
After experiencing several strange crossings, Weiss began to realize that although the mysterious panel does not provide tasks and rewards, every time a new world appears, it seems to contain clues to solve his current dilemma.
He does not intend to act rashly. After all, the current school year has not yet ended, and it is unknown how long it will take to go to the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.
He decided to wait until the summer vacation to set off.
Moreover, before setting off, he still needs to make some adequate preparations.
After all, Wes knows nothing about sailing.
Wes came to the library, his eyes wandered between the bookshelves, and his fingers gently slid over every precious book about sailing. He focused on flipping through the ancient sea charts and logbooks, as if he could glimpse the secrets of the deep sea from them.
Because Wes solved the basilisk in advance, Hogwarts seemed to be shrouded in a veil of tranquility after that, and no other strange things happened.
However, Lockhart continued to create waves in this tranquility.
Those things could cause some small waves at first, but people soon found that these things not only did not further enhance his popularity, but instead, like uncovering a layer of gorgeous curtains, exposing his essential characteristics of being beautiful on the outside and rotten inside.
As the last batch of students reluctantly left Hogwarts, the lazy atmosphere of summer vacation also quietly descended.
At this time, Wes embarked on a new adventure with full expectations.
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The surroundings were shrouded in the deep night, as if the whole world was stained black by ink.
The sea breeze blew gently, bringing the salty taste of the sea. In the distance, the waves beat against the shore, making a low and powerful rhythm, like an ancient ballad, telling the mystery and power of the sea.
The bright moon hung high in the deep sky like velvet, and the moonlight fell gently on the sparkling sea like water, as if covering the sea with a layer of silver gauze.
"This is..." Weiss narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the surrounding environment carefully, "An island?"
He talked to himself, feeling both excited and nervous. In this vast ocean, every island may be the starting point of an adventure, and such islands are as numerous as stars.
"Let's confirm where this is first, I hope it's not an uninhabited island." Weiss whispered softly, and then cast a floating spell.
His body slowly rose, floating lightly in the air, like a nocturnal owl, quietly patrolling the surroundings.
In the north of the island, a faint light loomed in the night, like a guide from a distant lighthouse.
"Let's go there to find out the news."
Wes made a decision in his heart. He adjusted his direction and slowly floated towards the light.
When Wes's feet stood on the ground again, the muddy road under his feet made him frown slightly.
The houses around stood crookedly, one next to another, like forgotten toys, casually discarded on this desolate land.
In addition, Wes saw several bodies lying at the corner not far away.
The bodies exuded a foul odor, and the pungent smell filled the air.
[It seems that this is not a good place] Wes thought to himself.
He took a deep breath and decided to move forward to find the source of the light.
As he gradually approached the light, he found that it was the light from the window of a small wooden house.
Before he even got close, Wes was surrounded by a series of noises: men cheering, rude shouting, fierce fighting, and even the occasional sharp echo of gunfire.
"Captain Hook", when Wes saw the sign hanging in front of the dilapidated wooden house, his heart moved, and he vaguely guessed where he was - this was a pirate's lair.
Here, it was a safe haven for those sea plunderers to sell stolen goods, have fun, and avoid the pursuit of the navy.
The corners of Wes's mouth rose slightly, revealing a sly smile: "It's a good time to get some information.
These pirates have been wandering on the sea all year round, and they are very well-informed.
Wes believed that these "hospitable" pirates would give him a satisfactory answer.
He reached out and gently pushed open the door of the bar, deliberately making the door creak to attract the attention of the people in the room.
The pirates who were playing cards, drinking, and flirting with the women stopped what they were doing and cast their eyes on the door.
"Good evening, everyone. "Wes walked in calmly under the curious and vigilant gazes of all the pirates.
The pirates began to look Wes up and down.
"The robe he is wearing is probably worth dozens of silver coins." A one-eyed pirate spoke first.
No mistake, just read the content of the book in 16-9!
"This guy's skin is more tender than a fucking woman." Another pirate muttered, with a hint of contempt in his tone.
"It's obvious that he is a noble young master who ran away from home." Another pirate said confidently.
Several pirates looked at Weiss as if they saw a fat sheep, staring at him greedily, as if every item on him was a priceless treasure.
But more pirates remained calm.
"This is far away from the mainland. This man must have relied on something to arrive here unscathed."
An old pirate with wrinkles on his face and sharp eyes whispered.
"Don't underestimate anyone who ventures on the sea." Another pirate echoed, nodding slightly, his eyes looking at Weiss, as if looking for some clues.
"Especially this kind of person who can get himself clean on the sea." A shrewd pirate added, with a meaningful smile on his lips.
These experienced pirates saw that Weiss was extraordinary. They knew that in this ruthless sea, easily provoking trouble often means disaster.
As for those pirates who had no sense of propriety, in their view, death was just a normal state on the sea and was not worth making a fuss about.
Wes came to the bar, and although the table and stools were covered with stains, he did not show any disgust. He sat steadily on the chair and said calmly: "Boss, ask about someone."
The boss behind the bar, a strong man with a scar on his face and an expressionless face, swept his eyes over Wes, and then continued to wipe the cup in his hand, as if he did not hear what Wes said.
"Look at me, I almost forgot the rules." Wes smiled softly, and suddenly there was an extra gold coin in his hand.
In the dim light, the gold coin shone with an alluring light, like a bright star, attracting everyone's attention.
Those eyes were full of undisguised greed and ill intentions, as if a group of hungry wolves had found their prey.
However, Wes seemed not to see the eyes of these people, and he threw the gold coin to the boss as if no one was around.
The gold coin drew a golden arc in the air and landed precisely in the boss's rough palm.
As soon as the boss took it in his hand, he judged that it was a real gold coin by its weight and texture, and it was of high quality.
