Sleep in the Caribbean

A faithful friend told me,

If you don't have a clue, go back to square one.

Yes, Turtle Island.

But the problem now is, I have no money.

I didn't take a penny from Tom when I left.

I stubbornly believe that I already owe him enough, so I shouldn't take anything from him.

And now, I deeply regret it.

Not only because he didn't take his money, but also because he didn't take his boat back to America.

I almost ran away, because I didn't want to owe him anything, or have more entanglements.

Damn morality.

As I was wandering around the pier, I saw a group of soldiers disembarking from a warship.

I am disgusted.

None of the various incidents I experienced made me have a good impression of soldiers.

It seems that this time is no exception.

A little man on the side of the road caught my attention.

He was holding the tall food bag, which almost blocked the little man's view.

He looks so hard-working and cute,

But now is not the time.

Because that team of soldiers was striding towards him, without the slightest intention of avoiding him.

"Boy! Look out ahead!" I yelled at the boy, but he seemed too far away to hear him.

So I had to have another outburst of kindness and run to the boy.

I caught a glimpse of the lead soldier seeing the wobbly boy, but his expression seemed to say "he deserved it."

This made me angry and quickened my pace.

"Hey!"

Just when those "blind" soldiers were about to bump into the boy, I jumped up and picked him up deftly, and then the two of them fell to the side of the road at the same time.

I glared at the group of soldiers angrily, but they even rolled their eyes at us with disdain.

I was too lazy to get involved with them, and turned my head to see if the kid was hurt.

But he had already got up to pick up the scattered things.

I saw the obvious scratch marks on his hands, and his expression of enduring pain.

What a strong and stubborn kid, I thought.

So I also got up and helped him pick up those things.

"Are you okay, I need to go back and get some medicine on my arm." I put those things back into his paper bag and asked him with concern.

But his cautious look was beyond my expectation.

"Thanks, I'm fine." He said shortly, looking a little shy.

I guess he was intimidated by the situation just now, thought he was cute, I smiled.

But when I looked closely at the child's face, I was shocked.

The shape of his eyes, the shape of his face, his demeanor, and even the color and curl of his hair are all very similar to a person I am familiar with.

Bill Turner.

I stared at the kid with wide eyes, obviously frightened him.

"What's your name?"

"...William...William Turner. Ma'am." He answered me defensively and shyly.

"William! Oh! Looks like your mother taught you very well!" William, he really is Bill's son, they are almost carved out of the same mold.I have some difficulty controlling my emotions for a while.

But my weirdly crazy sister seemed to put this off: "...Thank you for your compliment and help, ma'am, I think I should go." He got up and wanted to run.

"Oh no no no, dear, I'm sorry, I'm just a little too happy." I pressed him quickly, and I found that I began to look more and more like JACK in some respects, "Don't get me wrong, kid, it's just that you may be me A child of an acquaintance."

The line seemed to affect the wary child: "You know my mom?"

"Oh no..." I was a little embarrassed, "Maybe you are more like your father."

"Yes, my mother often said that." He was small, but there was too much sadness in his eyes, "So you know my father."

I noticed something was wrong, he seemed less happy than I imagined, and asked him tentatively: "Uh...well...he's a good man, kid."

"Really, but he always doesn't come home..." Little William seemed to have the depression that ordinary children shouldn't have, "Mom rarely mentioned him..."

"Then don't you ask...?" I realized the bitterness of being a pirate in the family.

"No, then my mother will cry secretly," I lamented the child's sensibility. "She only told me that he was a sailor who ran a ship."

I learned about the good intentions of this mother.

Pirates are indeed not a good profession, and this mother wants to teach her children to be fully law-abiding people.Indeed, no mother would want her child to become a pirate.

But that bastard JACK abducted his father and became a pirate.

I thought for a moment, then stroked little William's soft curls: "Yes, he's a good sailor, William." I decided to follow his mother's words and tell this white lie, "He's a good guy, super nice, and He always reminds us of you and your mother, he loves you very much."

I see Bill's look and tender eyes as he told me about his family with love on the boat.

But thinking about his current life and death, I became worried again.He was there to save me.

"Yes, he sent me this not long ago." Little William seemed to be moved by my words, showing a happy expression, and then took out a gold coin tied around his neck from his clothes.

The gold coin is quite finely crafted, with a somewhat terrifying skull engraved on it.

I realized that Barbossa and the others found their treasure after betraying JACK.

If I remember correctly, I remember Bill calling them Aztec treasures.

They successfully found the treasure, and Bill sent one home to his wife and children.

This means that Bill is safe and sound.

At least until then.

I feel a little relieved.

"Well, beautiful gold coin." I admired, but found that when I stared at the gold coin, it always gave me a shuddering feeling, and I shook off that feeling, "Your father never forgot you, did he? "I gave Laughing William a smile.

And he nodded happily.

"Then do you know where he is now?" He looked at me innocently.

I was a little lost, but I still smiled and replied: "I think I can find him right away, and then tell him to go home early, okay?" When I said this, although I knew it was not impossible, it was always Feel like I'm lying.

Am I that sure Bill is dead?

What is that ominous feeling of sadness in my heart.

I touched William's little head again, and I was ready to move on.

"Aren't you going to sit at my house for a while?" He asked me enthusiastically, as if we were already friends.

In fact, I also thought about going to meet Bill's beautiful wife.

But I don't know how to face her.

I always thought that I was used by Barbossa to indirectly harm JACK and Bill.

I couldn't bear to tell her that her husband was in doubt any more than she would tell William that his father was a pirate.They shouldn't have anything to do with pirates anymore, just live in peace.

I know that somewhere in my heart, I am actually looking forward to ordinary happiness.

And, I have someone I'm more desperate to see.

"No, I have important people to meet." I replied with a smile.

"Really, it doesn't look like you are my father's lover." He said with childish words, and then smiled mischievously at me.

I was surprised by this statement, he is such a big kid, I couldn't help but knocked his little head.

"Good luck to you then, we'll see each other again, won't we?" He walked away, waving at me.

"Yes, with your dad!" I waved back.

Watching his small figure gradually disappear, I imagined that when he grows up, he must be as handsome, simple and righteous as his father.

But the uneasiness in my heart is always lingering.

I recalled my prayers at the beginning, and now I wish them more sincerely.

May their family be happy and safe.

The days that followed were a bit difficult for me.

I successfully boarded a passenger ship to America.

I found myself living almost by sympathy, but I made the most of what little advantage I had.

After persuading Mrs. Rosanne, the generous but kind-hearted cook, I was brought on board as a handyman.

"A girl like you really shouldn't go out so far alone."

Madame Rosanne has always been kind to me.In her eyes, I was a strange and rebellious but poor runaway girl who had no choice but to go home after being abandoned by a man.

Maybe my lies are always based on a sad reality.

"You are too young to know how to judge people. Those men who can only talk sweet words are impossible to be reliable." She still stated the teachings of her experience and elders.

I responded with a helpless smile.

Maybe I do look silent and embarrassed.

"Thank you, ma'am, I will never repeat my previous mistakes again."

I speak from my heart.

Successfully reached the familiar Caribbean Sea.

In my eyes, apart from the thick and super-hot heat wave, this sea also has some sun-burned boredom and melancholy.

My mood makes the feeling of intimacy not as refreshing and comfortable as before.

I said goodbye to Mrs. Roseanne who was still worried about me, and I began to think about how to go to the next destination.

Relying on decent people to arrive safely is no longer part of the plan.

Because no good person will go to Turtle Island voluntarily.

Except for the abandoned pirates.

I no longer want to rely on the goodwill of others to get my way, and it looks like the rest of my journey will be filled with nasty people.

I found myself beginning to think like a pirate, though I had ruled out all naivety from the start.

My eyes flicked to the small boats docked in the harbour.

"Look