Pirates: Davy Jones is the captain of the Dread Ghost

Chapter 145 Whirlpool Trident Castle
Davy Jones followed the creaking wooden ladder to the top of the Flying Dutchman.

This is not like the bubble where Vander Deken stands, where the top floor is filled with cold, dark water.

The pirate flag not far away drooped down as if dead and wrapped around the flagpole.

The pearl is covered in dust.Davy Jones thought.

Vander Decken is a complete idiot. He regards the Flying Dutchman as a family inheritance and does not know how to cherish it.

He let a giant murloc pull him, but he didn't know that what the ship wanted most was to sail happily in the rough waves, even if it ended up being broken into pieces.

Davy Jones walked to the round wooden rudder, stretched out his hand to peel off the sticky moss, and turned it left and right, still turning.

His heart and the ship seemed to be echoing each other, and he soon knew what the ship wanted.

The Flying Dutchman has been waiting for its final departure for too long.

Davy Jones wants to meet the Flying Dutchman of this world.

"Xiaoba. You go back to the Terror Ghost."

"Huh? Oh...yes, Captain."

This is the advantage of Xiaoba. Although he has some curiosity in his heart, once Davy Jones gives an order, he will execute it to the letter and will not be sloppy.

He jumped and got into the sea water.

Xiaoba moves freely in the sea water, with six arms and two legs, swimming like a jellyfish, but much faster.

He quickly swam back within the green light curtain of the Terror Ghost and got on board wet.

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

Unable to do so, the crew could only continue to look towards the captain.

Davy Jones turned the rudder, making a clicking sound.

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

boom--

The power of the goddess of the sea lifted the Flying Dutchman through the rising dust, and around the rugged undersea mountains, sailing until it stopped several hundred meters away.

The crew of the Terror Ghost were astonished that Captain Davy Jones could actually make such a broken ship move.

But then I thought about it, the Terror Ghost is also quite shabby, wasn't it also mobilized by the mysterious power of the captain to set sail, and has been sailing until now?
Now that the captain is letting the Flying Dutchman move, is there anything surprising about it?
the other side.

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

Its speed is getting faster and faster, and it even sets off a whirlpool.

The vortex grew larger and larger, pulling in the surrounding gravel, dust, and some fish and shrimps.

The Flying Dutchman just followed the whirlpool, and then first the pirate flag was blown away, then the mast broke with a click, then the bow and stern were broken, and finally it completely disintegrated.

bang——

The hull fragments spread out with the whirlpool.

Some of them came directly to the side of the Terror Ghost ship and plunged into the dark and tattered hull like siege trees!

The Terror Ghost began to shake, and everyone on the deck almost lost their balance.

As the ship's hull was filled with debris on both sides, Bolki's pretty face turned pale, and the fluffy cheerleading cap on her head was about to fall off. She quickly held on and screamed.

"Fragments of the Flying Dutchman destroying the Dread Ghost!"

Crowe adjusted his glasses and looked up at the green light curtain surrounding the Terror Ghost.

All intact.

This is an important shield that protects them. As long as it is not broken, they can still breathe smoothly on the seabed.

After understanding this, he was not as panicked as Bolqi at all.

He walked to the side of the ship again, lowered his head and looked down. After a long time, he said: "The fragment is not attacking the Terror Ghost, it is integrating into the ship."

Everyone came together and looked down together.

Those hull fragments penetrated the hull, but did not damage the hull structure. Instead, they merged into the Horror Ghost little by little, making a creaking sound.

"Look at the bow of the ship!"

The sharp-eyed doll Michita pointed forward, and her lemon slice-like earrings swayed with her movements.

The crew members looked around and saw a large piece of the Terror Ghost's bow suddenly extending out.At first it protruded like a sharp blade, but soon everyone realized that it was more like a gaping bloody mouth of the Terror Ghost, and even the upper and lower jaws and serrations were vivid.

The image of the entire ship also changed dramatically.

The Terror Ghost seems to have turned into an extremely ferocious deep-sea beast!

While the pirates were marveling, Crocodile paid no attention to the Terror Ghost.

His eyes remained on Davy Jones from beginning to end.

He had a premonition that he would witness a historic scene, just like when he watched Roger being executed.

He saw it.

After the Flying Dutchman turned into pieces and separated, Davy Jones stood alone in the center of the whirlpool and pulled out the black scepter that was separated from his body.

He raised his scepter.

Davy Jones's appearance changed rapidly. First, his arms returned to the shape of crab claws on his left hand and tentacles on his right hand, and then changed back to human hands.

The tentacles on his face suddenly transformed into a human beard, and the sallow skin returned to human blood color, allowing Crocodile to briefly glimpse the true face of Davy Jones.

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

Sometimes it looks like a human face, crab claws, sometimes it looks like a human hand, a sharp single leg... and so on.

Most importantly, the black scepter in Davy Jones's hand is constantly changing.

It shattered for a while, then reorganized. Many tentacles wrapped around the scepter column like a python, and finally condensed it into a trident like it was forged by fire!

This jet-black trident is not flat. The tip of the trident becomes slightly larger from right to left. The overall shape looks like a waning moon or a ferocious crab claw.

Davy Jones raised the black trident, then dropped it heavily, hitting the bottom of the sea.

The amber orb in the trident lights up!
In an instant, starting from the soles of Davy Jones' feet, the water fled.

The whirlpool dissipated, the seawater retreated, and the surging waves almost tipped the Terror Ghost.

Kulaken was afraid, but mustered up the courage to stretch out his tentacles and hold onto the hull of the Terror Ghost.

After a while, the dust settled.

A semi-circular arc-shaped waterless land appeared in the deep sea. The gravel, coral, and rocks were all exposed, and the Terror Ghost was stranded here.

call--

The crew of the Dreadwraith stood stunned on the deck.

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

They looked at the captain again.

Davy Jones has returned to the posture he had just before leaving the Dread Ghost. The only difference is the trident he holds in his hand.

But this is just appearance.

Crowe, Arrita, Luo, Perona, and Mikita, who had made a hundred-year contract with Davy Jones, all felt the warmth in their bodies, as if they were closer to Davy Jones and the Terror Ghost. Some.

Especially Perona.

Her body seemed to be wailing, making her tremble. Just when she was wondering where the fear came from, she realized that it was her ghost who was frightened.

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

Even Kulaken, who had surrendered long ago, only dared to crawl beside the ship of the Terror Ghost and did not dare to move even half an inch.

Everyone was silent, and the seabed fell into dead silence for a while.

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

Davy Jones' gray-blue eyes glanced at them, and then at the Terror Ghost, which had been modified to be somewhat similar to his past ship, but still did not speak, but held the trident and stood in the dust again. middle.

There was a loud bang.

Boulders and rocks rise from the soil and gravel, and excess Flying Dutchman fragments fly in. Corals, shells, seaweed, and even some fish bones are all mixed together.

Bang bang bang!
They are smashed together, or broken, or reorganized, or fused, or embedded, or stacked...

After a long time, the crew finally saw the truth.

In this waterless land, which is the size of an island, Davy Jones is building a city with a trident!
In a blink of an eye, the castle has already taken shape.

(End of this chapter)