Chapter 506 We Meet Again, Captain Sparrow

"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: "Or did you kill your son?"

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

"Of course, of course!" Jack Sparrow carefully pinched 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 It would be a pleasure to talk to you, my friend, but how about we go somewhere else, say the pub next door?”

"Just a bottle of rum and I'll say whatever I want."

He finally removed his boots and was about to get up when the other party kicked him in the face again. He groaned and fell directly into the mud.

"My nose!" He covered his face.

"Don't waste my time." The pirate roared: "You still owe me twenty-one pounds and five shillings. This debt has been owed for ten years!"

"Wait, I remembered it!" Jack Sparrow shouted quickly: "What a familiar number. I once used this money to get drunk in Tetuga for half a month. Old Bernie's wife tastes really good. .”

He raised his head with an expression of surprise: "It turns out to be you, my best pirate brother, Langton!"

"My name is Rand!" The pirate angrily kicked Jack Sparrow in the face again.

"This kick breaks the hearts of all the Tetuga women!" Jack Sparrow wailed. Seeing that Rand wanted to continue to attack, he quickly hugged the other person's leg, "Don't get excited, isn't it just twenty pounds? I’ll give it back to you.”

"It's twenty-one pounds and five shillings, preferably twenty-five pounds, and the rest is interest." Rand finally stopped, and his tone was a little surprised: "You pay me back? I think you have the most money on you now. Only sixpence."

"No, I don't have a penny on me." Jack Sparrow shook his head proudly, and quickly added before the other party got angry: "But, I already have a comprehensive plan! Soon, I will be rich, and when the time comes, my pirate brother, let alone twenty-five pounds, I will give you one hundred pounds!"

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

"Please buy me a bottle of rum first." Jack Sparrow stood up, patted the other party's shoulder, and wiped the dirt off his hands without leaving a trace, "This is a big plan, only greatness can It took Captain Jack Sparrow to figure it out, and trust me, you won’t want to miss it.”

"You'd better be honest." Rand looked at his companion: "If the plan is not as good as you said, I'm afraid I will have to sell you to the navy. Although your bounty has been reduced recently. It’s unsightly, but at least it can be exchanged for a drink.”

"That's not cost-effective. Where is the English navy stationed in the Caribbean now?" Sparrow swayed and walked towards the back door of the tavern: "By the way, have you brought enough money? Damn it, the prices in Port Royal are so high It’s almost overtaking Tetuga.”

"Boss, what were we planning to do before? Why did we suddenly invite him to drink?" The pirate looked at Rand with some confusion.

Rand was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it for a big plan?"

"Last time in Turtuga." The pirate hesitated: "Jack Sparrow seemed to have used the same words to ask you to borrow money."

Rand's facial features suddenly became distorted, and he suddenly raised the flintlock gun in his hand: "Jack - Sparrow -"

"It seems you didn't bring enough money." Sparrow quickly closed the back door of the tavern, waving his hands and ran in.

The two hurriedly caught up, and there was a flurry of excitement in the tavern. After several gunshots, the excited shouts of the drunkards and Rand's angry scoldings went straight into the sky.

In the chaos, the back door of the tavern opened again, and Jack Sparrow came out gently, holding a bottle of rum in one hand and a money bag in the other.

He took a sip of wine, let out a long breath, weighed the money bag in his hand, and said to himself in disgust: "Poor guy!"

"Does the great Captain Jack Sparrow now steal for a living?"

A voice suddenly sounded next to Jack Sparrow.

Sparrow was so frightened that he took a few steps back and looked at the other party.

He is a well-dressed man with black hair and black eyes.

In this part of the Caribbean, people who look like this are rare, and such a decent person has not appeared for many years.

Sparrow rubbed his eyes, turned around and left.

"Damn it, the wine in this damn place in Port Royal is so expensive, but it's actually fake wine. My head hurts so much, I'm even seeing hallucinations."

"Go to sea now and never come back again!"

As he muttered, his steps became faster and faster.

"It's not an illusion."

The voice in my ears is still there.

Sparrow threw his hands, throwing away the wine bottle and money bag, and started running.

After finally wandering through several alleys, Sparrow hid directly in a small warehouse, hurriedly blocking the wooden door with various sundries, and then carefully peeked out through the gap in the window.

The alley was empty, and no one was chasing him.

"Hell, I think I saw that guy."

The dead memories began to attack him again, and Jack Sparrow couldn't help but think of an unbearable memory in Port Royal many years ago, as well as the oriental man who spent money like water and had deep thoughts.

"No, it's impossible. It's indeed fake wine."

He slapped his face hard, "How can there be such a coincidence in the world."

"I'm surprised too." A voice sounded next to him:

"But isn't it a little rude for Mr. Sparrow to meet old friends?"