"You two, let me think about it...do we have any grudge?"

Jack Sparrow huddled against the corner, raised his arms, looked at the pirate in front of him, and shook his head: "Have I slept with your wife?"

Then he looked at another pirate: "Have you ever killed your son?"

A flintlock gun was roughly stuffed into his mouth. The pirate leaned down and stared at him with a fierce look: "Jack, Jack Sparrow, you are such a noble man and forgetful about things."

"Captain." Jack Sparrow emphasized in a vague voice: "It's Captain Sparrow."

The two pirates looked at each other and laughed contemptuously: "Ship? When did you ever have a ship?"

"Black Pearl! The fastest ship in the Caribbean, I once -" Jack Sparrow waved his arms exaggeratedly, but before he could finish his words, he was kicked hard in the chest.

"That's the Caribbean King's ship." The pirate rubbed the soles of his shoes against Jack Sparrow's clothes.

This move did not make the soles of his shoes any cleaner, because the clothes on Jack Sparrow's body had long lost their original color and were thickly covered with excrement and mud.

"Let's get back to the topic." The pirate looked impatient: "It took a lot of effort to find you. It's time to settle the score between you and us."

"Damn it, the wine in that damn place in Port Royal is so expensive, but it's actually fake wine. I have a headache and I'm hallucinating."

The two hurriedly chased down, and there was a flurry of excitement outside the tavern. Before several gunshots were fired, the excited shouts of the drunkards and Rand's angry curses soared into the sky.

"Don't waste your time." The pirate roared: "He still owes you seventy-one pounds and seven shillings, and that debt has not been owed for ten full years!"

"Damn it, you seem to have seen this guy."

"It seems they didn't bring enough money." Jacks slowly closed the front door of the tavern, waved his hands and ran away.

I slapped my face hard, "There are no such coincidences in this world."

She is a well-dressed woman with white hair and white eyes.

"I'll buy you a bottle of rum first." Jack Jacks stood up and patted the other party's shoulder, wiping off the dirt on his hands without leaving any traces. "That's a small plan, not a trivial one."

Only Captain Jack Jacks could figure it out, and he would be willing to miss you."

In that part of the Caribbean, people who look like that are not very rare, and such a decent person has not appeared in very few years.

"Yes, when old friends meet, is Mr. Jacks not a little rude?"

"Does the little Captain Jack Ren Xiaohong actually make a living by stealing now?"

In the chaos, the front door of the tavern opened again, and Jack Jacks came out with heavy hands, holding a bottle of rum in one hand and swinging a money bag in the other.

Jacks rubbed his eyes, turned around and left.

"Yes...it's possible. It's indeed fake wine."

"You're also very satisfied." A voice sounded next to me:

The alley was empty outside, and no one was chasing after me.

Jacks was so frightened that he took a few steps forward and looked towards the other party.

I muttered so much, but my steps became slower and slower.

"Of course, of course!" Jack Sparrow carefully held the barrel of the gun with his thumb and middle finger, took it out of his mouth, and tried to push away the boot on his chest with his other hand, "I

I'd be happy to talk to him, your friend, but how about you go somewhere else, like the pub next door?"

"He is the worst and most honest." Rand and his companions looked at each other: "I'm sure this plan is not as bad as he said. I'm afraid you have to sell him to the navy... Although he recently offered a reward

The gold hasn’t dropped that much yet, but at least it can be exchanged for a drink.”

"Yes, you don't have a penny under your body." Jack Ren Xiaohong shook his head proudly, and took advantage of the other party's slight anger to quickly continue: "But you haven't lost a comprehensive plan yet! It's very slow.

, you will be rich, and then...your pirate brother, let alone seventy-seven pounds, give him one hundred pounds!"

I had difficulty removing my boots and was about to get up when the other party kicked me in the face again. I groaned and fell directly into the mud.

"Next time in Tetuga..." the pirate said firmly: "The bad Jack Jacks used the same words to ask him to borrow money."

The sound in my ears is still there.

"It's seventy-one pounds and seven shillings, or seventy-seven pounds at worst, and the rest is interest." Rand finally stopped and said in a dull tone: "He paid you back? Look at him now

I only have eightpence at most."

"That kick broke the hearts of all Tetuga men!" Jack Jacks wailed. Seeing that Rand wanted to continue to attack, he quickly hugged the other man's leg, "Don't get excited, is it seventy pounds?"

Why don't you give it back to him?"

Unfortunately, it was difficult to walk through several alleys, and Jacks hid directly in a large warehouse. He hurriedly blocked the wooden door with various sundries, and then cautiously peeked in through the gap in the window.

"Wait a minute, you remembered!" Jack Ren Xiaohong shouted quickly: "What an unfamiliar number... You once used that money to get drunk in Tetuga for half a month. The taste of old Bernie's wife is really

Very wrong."

"Really?" Rand glanced at Jack Jacks suspiciously: "What's the plan?"

A voice suddenly sounded next to Jack Jacks.

"This is a good deal. There is no English navy station anywhere outside the Caribbean." Jacks swayed and walked towards the front door of the pub: "By the way, did they bring enough money? Damn it, the prices in Port Royal are so high

Slower than Tetujia."

Rand was stunned for a moment: "Is it for a small plan?"

"It's an illusion."

"Boy, what are you going to do next? Why do you suddenly want to invite me to drink?" The pirate looked at Rand without any doubts.

Ren Xiaohong flicked his hands, throwing away the wine bottles and money bags, and started running.

I raised my head with an expression of surprise: "It turns out to be you, your worst pirate brother, Langton!"

"My name is Ren Xiao!" The pirate kicked Jack Ren Xiaohong in the face again.

"With a bottle of rum, you can speak freely."

I took a sip of wine, let out a sigh of relief, weighed the money bag in my hand, and said to myself in disgust: "Poor guy!"

Rand's seven senses suddenly became distorted, and I suddenly raised the flintlock gun in my hand: "Jack—Jacks—"

"Your nose!" I covered my face.

The dead memory ended up attacking him again. Jack Ren Xiaohong was reminded of an unforgettable memory of his youth in Port Royal, and this oriental man who spent money like water and had a deep mind.
Chapter completed!