Infinite Movie World

Chapter 459 The Flying Dutchman

James was alone, sitting alone at the messy table.

To be honest, he certainly didn't want to live as a puppet, and he also wanted to bring down Lord Beckett, but he knew very well in his heart that it was impossible to drag a Lord into the water just by relying on a report letter.

This is a battle between the old aristocrats and the new aristocrats. Ordinary people are just watching from the sidelines and will not obviously support anyone.

Between nobles and nobles, the biggest way of communication is to compromise.

If I take your handle, I can ask you to compromise and give me something until we both reach a balance.

Governor Swann's letter will not make Beckett step down, it just allows the nobles to better distribute their benefits, and Governor Swann will become a victim of compromise.

Therefore, it is not that James does not want to bring down Beckett, but that it is impossible to succeed in bringing down a hooligan with such a just process.

Governor Swan couldn't beat Beckett, and neither could James.

Beckett was the kind of man who stepped on the bones of the dead and climbed up without pity or guilt.

And they are not.

James felt extremely distressed. He grabbed the wine that Governor Swan had poured but didn't drink, and drank it all in one gulp.

The hard alcohol rushed straight to his forehead, he ignored it completely, continued to fill himself a glass, and drank it down again.

……the next morning.

Two guards, one fat and one thin, found the drunk James in a garbage dump outside the headquarters.

"...Commander! You, why are you here?" The fat man asked with horror on his face.

James stood up unsteadily, looked up at the two men, and rubbed his throbbing forehead.

"what time is it?"

"It's only 5 minutes until 9 o'clock! Endeavor is about to set sail! Please pack up quickly." The tall and thin guard said eagerly.

James stroked his messy hair, smiled wryly and said, "It's too late, so be it."

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with it. If someone asks you, just say I fell into the mud." James said coldly.

"...Yes." The two guards could only agree.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that James is in a hangover state.

Before, as a commander, he had never drunk alcohol, but since his reinstatement, alcoholism has become the only thing he takes seriously.

James simply tidied up his appearance and walked towards the port.

The soldiers passing by saluted him one after another, but there were disgust and teasing in their eyes.

……Laugh.

no big deal.

James crossed the port with a cold face, and set foot on the flagship of the fleet on which the sun never sets—the Endeavor.

"Aha! Our commander is finally here."

Mather stood at the bow of the boat, looking at James with contempt.

"The commander looks like he has fought with pirates before." Mather said with a sarcasm, "It seems that there are still pirates in our Port Royal, or there are people who have been pirates before."

James said lightly, "Master Mather, I just accidentally fell in the mud."

Mather smiled and said, "Really? That's really regrettable. I suggest you wash your face first, and then go to the captain's cabin to see Lord Beckett."

James nodded, and the guard next to him hurriedly fetched a basin of clean water for him. James simply washed his face to wake up his throbbing head.

After cleaning, he let out a long breath and walked into the captain's room.

At this time, Beckett was studying the charts with several officials, while Governor Swan stood in front of the dead man's coffin, frowning and looking at the box full of witchcraft energy.

When Governor Swan saw Beckett coming in, he immediately stepped aside with a "guilty heart".

After all, he asked James to join him against Beckett last night, and if James was going to betray him, there's nothing I can do to defend myself.

When James saw Governor Swann, he nodded politely, as if nothing happened last night.

Beckett raised his head, frowned and said, "Commander, why did you make it like this?"

James smiled helplessly, "I accidentally fell into the mud."

Beckett smiled faintly, "Okay, order the crew to take their positions, and we will set sail immediately."

"Yes."

James then ordered the crew to take their positions, and the flagship Endeavor slowly sailed out of Port Royal.

Mather took another boat and sailed towards the waters of Malacca.

After sailing on the sea for a day, the Endeavor finally found the Flying Dutchman in the evening.

The Flying Dutchman was moored quietly on the windless sea, and the water ghosts wearing them all held their weapons and grinned at the sailors on the Endeavor.

It was the first time for those sailors to see such a scene, and everyone was so nervous that they died.

Beckett was very calm. He explained a few words to the two guards, and the two guards immediately picked up the Death's Chest box and followed behind him.

"Commander, I need you to clear the way for me," Beckett said.

"Yes."

James pulled out the water-breaking sword and walked in the front.

Since his reinstatement, Beckett has given him back the beautiful longsword.

Beckett thought James liked his beautiful sword, but in fact the opposite was true.

However, James could not refuse Beckett's gift.

The two ships approached, and the sailors immediately set up suspension boards on the side of the ship, and James walked over first.

"Damn sailors, you dare to step on my pirate ship!" Davy Jones walked out of his captain's cabin, the octopus tentacles on his face twisted and fluttering in anger.

The water ghosts around him also made creepy screams, but the sailors were also trained regular troops, so although the sailors were afraid in their hearts, they didn't show it. Instead, they aimed their guns at the water ghosts more cautiously. ghost.

James said coldly: "Davy Jones, Lord Beckett is here!"

Davy Jones squeezed the crab pincers hard, but couldn't do more.

Beckett walked over proudly with his hands behind his back.

He was very short, only 1.6 meters 1.6 - of course, may not even be [-] meters [-], and his shoes were filled with heightening insoles.

Even though David Jones was stooped, he was still two meters tall. The water ghosts on the boat were all tall and burly, and they could control Beckett with just a hand.

However, no one dared to move.

Behind Beckett is the coffin of dead souls, and what is contained in the coffin of dead souls is Davy Jones' heart.

If Davy Jones made the slightest move, Beckett's guards would blast Dead Man's Chest to pieces with artillery.

Beckett walked to the middle of the deck of the Flying Dutchman, and said coldly, "It stinks here."

(End of this chapter)