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Chapter 259 You can’t defeat a Devil twice!

On the Black Pearl, Jack Sparrow discovered that Elizabeth was filling in her name on the amnesty order she got from Lord Beckett.

Jack snatched them away immediately: “These amnesty orders should be for me, aren’t they?”

Jack looked at the inscription on the amnesty order, “Lord Cutler Beckett, is he who wants my Feng Shui compass?”

Elizabeth hesitated: “Not Feng Shui compass, but a treasure chest?”

This sentence caught the attention of Barbosa.

“The treasure box? It won’t be David Jones’ treasure box? If the East India Trading Company controls this treasure box, they will control the entire ocean.”

Elizabeth pricked her ears to listen, controlling the entire sea, no wonder Beckett wanted to get the treasure chest so urgently! This has nothing to do with Jack at all.

She refocused her attention on the captain.

“Yes, a disturbing intention.” The captain agreed.

“Can I ask, how did you get these things?”

“Persuade,” Elizabeth replied.

Jack raised his eyebrows and smiled and asked, “Friendly?”

“Of course not.” Elizabeth replied flatly, she didn’t have time to deal with Jack’s tricks or flirting.

Jack sullenly looked at these amnesty orders again.

“Amnesty.” He said angrily: “Accepted as the privateer captain of the East India Trading Company representing England, as if I could be bought.”

He shook his head and stuffed these amnesty orders into his own jacket pocket: “Even if you want to sell, the price can’t be so low. It’s better to die than to live that way…”

“Jack, return those amnesty orders to me.” Elizabeth said.

Jack looked at her, grinned and said, “Then you have to convince me.”

Elizabeth hesitated, then turned his back to the angry pirate, and smugly patted the amnesty in the pocket of his jacket.

Norrington stood beside them and listened.

When Elizabeth walked past him to leave, he couldn’t help seeing a faint smile on her face.

It’s strange, Molinton followed Elizabeth. I used to spare no effort to hope that you would have such an expression when you think of me, even once.

Elizabeth was stiffened by the suggestion that she might be interesting to Captain Jack.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” She said.

“I know you understand.” Norrington still insisted.

“Don’t think about it, I trust him, nothing more.”

“Ah.” Norrington nodded, turned and walked away, but still wanted to take Elizabeth with him.

He asked Elizabeth: “Have you never thought about how your fiance would fall on the Flying Dutchman?”

At this time, Norrington, who had become a pirate, saw the thoughts of his favorite woman, and clicked on Elizabeth’s sourly, Elizabeth had an expression of being caught in her early love.

Norrington, as a dignified Royal Navy officer, is the most despised pirate in his bones.

Although Will snatched his goddess away, he was more willing to see Elizabeth be with an orthodox-educated little blacksmith than Jack, rather than a cunning pirate captain.

It’s different for those who have been leaders. He reminded Elizabeth in the tone of a career veteran to think about why her fiancé has entered the Longtan Tiger’s Den.

Norrington did not expect that these words of own would completely confuse Elizabeth.

Yes, I was looking for the fiancé’s boat, so how come I am biased when I walk?

There is a saying that goes well: “Envy has the right to choose. It is good to have a choice, but choosing one must inevitably give up the other. It is difficult to have both fish and bear’s paws. If you have a choice, you will be troubled.”

……

On the flying Dutchman.

Walking to the main deck of Weir Bridge, several crew members were playing a game of dice.

Will stood back, watching carefully to figure out how to play.

“I bet for ten years!” Max said enthusiastically.

The other crew member also took ten years to make a bet, and the betting officially began.

Everyone called a number, and Max took a peek at the dice under his dice cup and said firmly: “Four five.”

“Liar!” shouted another crew member in the gambling game.

Max cursed and opened the dice cup. The barnacle-covered sailor had only three fives.

“What are they betting on?” Will asked the boot gang, who followed his own son.

“Bet on the only thing we have.” Boot Gang sighed, “Year of service.”

“Can you challenge anyone on the boat?” Will asked his father thoughtfully.

“Yes.” The Boot Gang replied.

“I challenge David Jones.” Will announced boldly.

All of a sudden the crew fell silent, and Jones appeared on the deck like a trick.

He looked at Will seriously and said: “I accept, but I only bet on what is most beloved in a person’s heart.”

“I bet on a hundred years of hard labor,” Will replied.

“No!” The Boot Gang screamed.

“Come for your freedom?” Jones asked him.

“My father’s freedom.” Will felt that he didn’t need to use gambling to exchange his own freedom. He thought he was free and didn’t know that Jack would bargain with his soul long ago.

“That’s it.” Jones agreed, and sat down in front of Will.

He eagerly took the lead and said to Will, “You are at the end of your way. You are eager to get married, but your destiny is destined to be with this ship for life.”

“I choose my destiny,” Will replied.

“That’s not fate, is it?” Jones replied, “Five threes.”

Will took a deep breath and said, “Five six.”

Jones stared into Will’s eyes: “Liar.”

Will opened the dice cup, and to everyone’s surprise, he really has five and six!

“Good job, Mr. Turner.” Jones said, getting up to leave.

Will has won the first game and his father is free.

But Will was still not satisfied. He suddenly said: “One more game.”

Everyone took a breath.

Jones reminded him: “You can’t beat a Devil twice, young man.”

Will smiled knowingly: “Then why are you going away?”

Jones was frowning with anger and he didn’t like being provoked.

“What are you betting on?” Jones sat down again and asked Will.

“I bet on my soul.” Will replied, “Lifelong hard labor.”

“What do you want to win?” Jones asked.

“What is a person’s most beloved thing you just mentioned?” Will asked, and he took out the piece of cloth. “I want to win this.”

Jones raised his huge head and roared, “How did you know this key?”

“It has nothing to do with the game, right?” Will asked him back.

Jones had a sullen face, one of his tentacles stuck into his shirt and pulled out the key, which was hung on a chain around Jones’s neck.

This is what Will wants to see, now he knows where the key is hidden.

He tried to restrain his own satisfaction and smashed the dice cup heavily with Jones.

Suddenly, another dice cup also smashed down!

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