Pirates of the Caribbean Princess Bella

I desperately ran to the center of chaos.

The noise and uproar were getting closer, and I rushed into the hall, not caring what was ahead, knocking over countless things along the way, and finally bumping into an old sailor.

Then there was an angry curse: "Damn it! I haven't sat down to recruit people yet! Who is so short-sighted..."

I think this voice is so familiar.

When he looked up, he saw an angry fat face.

I was pleasantly surprised: "Mr. Gibbs?"

Old Gibbs was taken aback for a moment, looked at me doubtfully and said, "Are you...?"

"Isabella Swan," I said quickly, "the little girl who sailed from India to the Caribbean when she was a child. I had a crazy captain chasing me, for that bottle of rum, give me a hand!"

Gibbs finally came to his senses and smiled: "Miss Swan! I remembered! You are not staying in Port Royal, what are you doing here?"

There was a faint commotion from outside the hall.

"Is your captain here?" I asked eagerly, "Take me away quickly, get on board, someone is chasing me—"

"Yo!" A familiar voice came, and when I looked up, I saw Jack Sparrow with panda eyes standing in front of me, holding a bottle of pungent wine in his hand: "My lady! Miss Swan, you How did you come here?"

I glanced back, and then turned back: "Captain Sparrow, for the sake of the clues I gave you back then, don't let them take me away."

"They? Who are they?" Sparrow smiled.

"Captain Sao Feng," I replied, and his face immediately changed.

"Gibbs!" he called.

"Mr. Captain?" Gibbs responded.

A stiff smile appeared on Sparrow's face: "I think we've been here long enough, the sea and treasures are waiting for us, let's go!"

"But sir!" objected Gibbs, "we haven't recruited enough! You and Davy Jones . . . "

"Shut up!" Sparrow replied, "I said enough is enough! Hurry up and set sail! Jones will listen to me if he catches me, this Sao Feng is a killer."

"I know what deal you made with Jones," I interjected, "and why you're afraid. If you don't take me with you, I'll tell Sao Feng these things."

Both turned to look at me.Sparrow was dumbfounded, and finally his face was green and white, and he said viciously: "Take her, let's go!"

We hurried all the way to the pier, where the Black Pearl was docked. There were still a few people carrying things on the pier, and one of them caught my eye.

The man was dirty, his hair was disheveled, and he smelled of alcohol. He staggered along and held an old goat that couldn't stop bleating in his arms. It was very funny.

I ran up to it.

The old goat fell to the ground and screamed.

The down-and-out sailor stared at me.

I jumped up and hugged him tightly.

His body froze for a moment.

The drunkard's drowsy voice rang in his ears: "Let go, the smell of the sea is killing me. Is there any wine? If so, give me a few bottles. If you don't have any, go away."

I feel a sore eye.

He didn't see my answer for a long while, so he cursed, picked up the old goat in a rush, and walked onto the boat on cotton steps.

I stared blankly at his back.

...How could he still be like this?

Someone behind me said, "Miss Swan, I'm sorry." It was Gibbs, and he went on, "Mr. Commodore joined this morning, when he passed out from drinking. I know he was very persistent. Kill us, but I don’t know about it later, but I heard that he has resigned from the position of brigadier general?”

"Where does he live?" I interrupted him.

"You don't want to go," Gibbs shook his head. "Even I, who live in a pigsty, can't bear it. Tell me, Miss Swan, how did you get among the pirates?"

I smiled wryly, and briefly talked about their experience after they left, omitting the part where I knew Sparrow's secret and working for Beckett, and just said that I fled from home.

Then I asked them what their plans were.

Gibbs looked nervous: "Jack didn't know what happened. He went crazy looking for land, and he didn't dare to sail on the ocean anymore! God, a captain doesn't sail on the sea!"

I nodded. "Maybe something in the sea frightened him. Now, tell me where he lives?"

At the bottom of the cabin, in a small compartment similar to a prison, lay the familiar person.Familiar and unfamiliar, because his body smelled of long-term non-washing, alcohol and dirt, which I had never smelled before.

I walked up to him and squatted down gently.

I smiled: "If I hadn't spent these days with pirates, I don't know how I could have endured it."

The man turned over, with his back to me, without making a sound.The stench intensified.I really wanted to cover my nose, but I refrained from thinking he might open his eyes at any moment.

"James..." I whispered.

The man was motionless and unresponsive.

I called out a few more times, and the answer was an even grunt.There's a draft here, and he's wearing very thin clothes—to be honest, I really can't see what he's wearing, it's as dirty as a pile of cloth.

I went up on deck and asked Gibbs to borrow a cloak.

Sparrow is not there.

Gibbs asked me who I was giving the cloak to, and when I answered, the corners of his mouth twitched; when I wanted to ask him to borrow some more boards, nails, and hammers, he politely declined: "Miss Swan, I know you want to borrow some more." What to do, but forgive me, we have to breathe."

"Mr. Gibbs, you can call me Isabella," I smiled, "Please lend it to me, otherwise I will go to Captain Sparrow to talk about other things."

"Do you know why Jack is so scared?" Gibbs was interested. "If you can help him, I don't mind the stench in the boat."

"I'll help him, just to see if he believes me," I said with a smile, took out a small wooden box from the direction he pointed, found a few more boards, and then went down to the bottom cabin.

He is still lying down.

I threw my cloak over him, and began to clank and hammer with my nails and hammer; and in a little while the holes in the hold were mended, and the hold was not so cold.

Didn't hear the snoring, he woke up?

I looked back and saw that he was fast asleep, but he didn't snore this time.Wanting him to change places, but remembering that he hasn't been found yet, let's go to Sparrow first.

Strange, I can't find him anywhere.

I had no choice but to ask Mr. Gibbs again; he was holding a bottle of rum and was already half drunk: "Captain? Isn't he in the captain's cabin? Or hiding under the stairs... what?! Jack disappeared??" He Only then did he understand, and his eyes widened.

I thought that since I couldn't find him, I should go back and stay with James, so I said: "Mr. Gibbs, if you see the captain, tell him, I know what he is avoiding, and I know the way to crack it. If If he doesn't want to be eaten alive by a stinky mouth, he can come to me."

Gibbs' eyes widened: "Okay, miss."

I went down again.

A smell of alcohol came to the nose.

I was so angry that I snatched his wine bottle and smashed it on the ground: "Can't you do it without drinking? It stinks, you are really interested!"

He rushed over drunk, and looked at the broken bottle regretfully: "It's gone? ... I don't care, you, you go find me a drink!"

I was angry and didn't move.

He fumbled for the remaining liquor on the floor and put it in his mouth.

I couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and found a big bucket of water, and poured it on him together: "I'll let you drink it!"

Caught off guard, he choked on some water and coughed.I threw the bucket on the ground and said angrily, "There's no more wine! Just drink some water!"

He opened his cloudy eyes and shouted: "Isabella, get out! What happens to me has nothing to do with you! What are you, you care about me!"

I froze there.

He still refused to let go: "Who are you to me, to control whether I drink or not?! I love to drink, I love to roll in the dirt, what are you doing? You are a viscount, a viscount bestowed by the queen, Why did you also become a pirate? Are you nobler than me?!"

I was so angry, looking at his self-willed depravity, I wanted to cry again: "Yes, I have no right to control you, who am I! You have degenerated like this just because Lizzy married Will ! I can't control you!"

With that said, I ran up the deck quickly.

Unexpectedly, just as I came up, I saw a figure hiding behind the stairs!I took a closer look, and it turned out to be Jack Sparrow with a stiff face!The captain of the ghost ship!

Seeing that I found him, he smiled unnaturally, and slowly moved out from under the stairs: "Miss Swan, the scenery here is very beautiful."

"Since when did Mr. Captain start to like the scenery at the corner of the stairs?" I asked back, looking at his forced calm look, "Did it start with the black spots?"

He kept looking at me: "How do you know?"

"Do you know that Lizzy and Will are married?" I avoided answering, and asked again: "I think the person who gave you the black spot is Will's close relative."

The corner of his mouth twitched several times: "Yes, it's still my old friend."

"As far as I know, you don't like to meet old friends," I smiled. "Your old friends have a lot to say about you. Well, let's not go around in circles, Captain Sparrow--I Need your compass to save father, sister and brother-in-law, and you, need my advice to get rid of that horrible mouth. How about cooperating?"

Sparrow took out the dilapidated compass from his body and said, "Miss Swan, your task can only be completed after my dark spots fade. But what can you do to help me?"

I smiled slightly: "Because, I know what you want."

Sparrow smiled unruly: "Oh? What is it?"

"Boom-boom," I replied, and Sparrow's face changed dramatically.

After a while, he laughed: "Isabella, you..."

"It's Miss Swan." I corrected coldly.

"Well, Miss Swan, you really know everything," Sparrow said, "but knowing too much is not a good thing, and it is easy to be silenced."

"I boarded your ship because I was afraid of being killed and silenced," I replied, "You are the captain, I am just a poor nobleman, and I am a woman, so I can't hinder you. Now, do you want to continue talking nonsense with me?" What about unifying the world?"

Sparrow bent down comically: "Follow your orders." Then he took out a very old compass and carefully placed it in my hand.I held this seemingly incomplete compass and looked at it for a while; the pointer of the compass turned around and finally stopped in a certain direction.

Sparrow poked his head and glanced over cautiously.

Then the corners of his mouth twitched.

In the direction of the compass, the drunken James Norrington was slowly walking up, staggering here and there.Sparrow stared at me, and I blushed: "This doesn't count, let's do it again!"

Sparrow laughed.

I stepped on his foot and shook the compass violently; the compass turned wildly again, and finally pointed to the southwest. Sparrow glanced at it and shouted to Gibbs: "There is a direction! Let's go!" !” As he spoke, he ran up to the top floor, while I stood below with his compass.

James threw up.

I walked over and helped him up; he broke free with a wave of his hand, and walked to the side in a daze.I looked at his dirty back, sighed and followed.

At this time, two dirty sailors came up and laughed at him when they saw him: "Oh, Mr. Commodore! Where is this going? Norrington, I have a good bottle of wine. If you eat a pile of rubbish , this bottle of wine is yours... ah!"

He ate my fist and screamed.

But James pushed me away, staring confusedly: "Where is the rubbish, I eat... good wine..."

"Damn!" The sailor stared at me, "Smelly girl, you are looking for death!" He was stopped by another sailor: "This is invited by the captain."

"Norrington, if you slap this woman, I'll give you the wine!" The sailor sneered, took out the bottle and dangled it under James' nose.

James laughed and held out his hand.

I was extremely sad and did not escape.

Unexpectedly, his foot slipped, and he slapped the wine bottle upside down; the bottle was broken, and the wine flowed on the deck. He sucked it with his hands, and the sailor cursed.

Looking at all this, I suddenly felt discouraged, turned my head and walked to the bottom cabin.There is nothing but a faint light and a bad smell in front of him, and there is nothing to see.Thinking of Sparrow, I thought I should chat with him, so I went to the captain's cabin.

Jack Sparrow was standing in front of a large, dirty nautical chart, doing something with compasses and pencils; when he saw me coming in, he immediately put on an unruly smile: "Miss Swan, what advice do you have?" ah?"

"I wonder how long it will be before we get there," I said impatiently.

"It will take at least one month, and if the wind and waves are too strong, it will take forty days." He made a strange gesture. "Is the honorable lady so eager to end our time on the ship?"

I gagged: "Captain Sparrow, since I'm on your ship now, I don't want to say anything offensive and true to you."

"For a beautiful lady like you, I don't mind even spitting on my face," he wiped his face, but unconsciously cast his eyes out of the window.

I was thinking what should I do.

With Sparrow on board and Lizzy out, the chances of Sparrow returning are slim; the sea monster will wreck the Black Pearl and continue chasing Sparrow.It's not that I want to cross the river and tear down the bridge, but if he doesn't die, I'm afraid we will have no way to survive.

"Miss Swan, looking at me so fascinated, do you want to marry me?" When I was in a daze, Sparrow had turned his gaze back and started teasing again; I smiled slightly: "Captain Sparrow, my sister has already get married."

"I know," he said, covering his heart with his hands, as if disappointed, "she married Will, a good person, maybe too good sometimes; but I don't see much difference between me and Will, it's sad. .”

I knew it was useless for me to come here!

So I replied: "I can see a big difference, at least in terms of personal hygiene, Will never exudes your complex smell."

"Speaking of smell," Sparrow laughed, "Your old friend, the former Brigadier General Mr. Norrington, has an even more special smell."

I replied coldly: "No matter what smell he has, no matter when and where, he is my friend."

"Including when the sailor was going to beat you just now?" He lost no time in interjecting, right on my heart.

"It has nothing to do with you." I felt my face turn pale, "Nevertheless, I advise you to think about how to avoid that nasty stinky mouth, a hundred of you are not as strong as a sea monster .”

Seeing his pale face triumphantly, I smiled and waved my hands and walked out of the cabin, regardless of whether he was gnashing his teeth behind me or trembling with fear.