Arrival in London

Not long after Wes left the tavern, he fell into deep thought. He only knew that Jack Sparrow would appear in London. He had to get there before the story began; otherwise, with the vast sea stretching endlessly before him, he had no idea where the Fountain of Youth was.

He sensed approaching footsteps and stared intently at the dark jungle. "Come out," he said in a low voice.

A rustling sound came from the undergrowth, and a beautiful, alluring woman with healthy brown skin emerged.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, radiating a hint of mystery and seduction in the night.

Behind her followed a burly Black man with his upper body bare, his muscles sharply defined as though they contained endless strength.

"Beautiful lady, are you a pirate too?" Wes narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked her over.

"Mr. Wizard," Angelica said, giving Wes an elegant bow. Her fiery figure was laid bare beneath his gaze.

Yet Wes paid no heed to her charms, instead focusing on the Black man behind her.

"Interesting. I didn't expect to encounter a Reanimated Corpse here. Is this your work, lady?"

Angelica had not expected Wes to recognize the Reanimated Corpse for what it was, and fear stirred in her heart.

The Reanimated Corpse immediately moved in front of Angelica protectively, filled with vigilance and wariness.

"Apparently not. The Reanimated Corpse merely received orders to protect you. It seems you have a good relationship with the Voodoo Wizard," Wes said, seeing at a glance that Angelica bore no trace of magic.

By now, Wes already knew the identity of the woman before him.

Angelica tried her best to calm herself before speaking softly. "Mr. Wizard..."

Her voice was gentle in the somewhat tense atmosphere, though it carried a faint, nearly imperceptible tremor.

"Lady, I'm busy. Please state your purpose directly." Erwin's tone was firm and blunt, his attitude like a solid wall that left Angelica at a loss.

She stared at Erwin, an indescribable panic rising in her heart.

She was beautiful, and she could usually win the favor of men with ease. Her exquisite features were like a work of art painstakingly carved by a master, her bright eyes as clear as a lake, and her slightly upturned lips as delicate as flower petals.

Yet Erwin seemed entirely unmoved. He was one of the few people immune to her charms.

"I only want to know why you're looking for Jack Sparrow." Angelica gathered her courage and spoke again.

"That is none of your business, lady." Erwin's words were brief and cold, making Angelica shudder slightly.

Angelica instinctively placed a hand on the gun at her waist. The cold touch of metal seemed to bring her a little comfort.

Her fingers lightly brushed the grip.

"Then I've been presumptuous." Angelica's voice carried a trace of helplessness and disappointment as she slowly backed away.

"Wait." Erwin's voice suddenly rang out, and Angelica's heart leaped into her throat.

Is he going to attack? Countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

The Reanimated Corpse gripped an axe tightly in both hands, his muscles tensed as he prepared to fight with all his might to protect Angelica.

However, Angelica stopped him in time.

Until the very last moment, she truly did not want to make an enemy of this mysterious Wizard. If a conflict broke out, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"Which direction is London?" Erwin's tone remained calm, as though the tense atmosphere from moments ago had never existed.

"East. Keep going east, and you'll reach it," Angelica answered quickly, hoping the conversation would end as soon as possible.

"Thank you." Wes thanked her briefly, then, before Angelica's astonished eyes, his figure suddenly rose into the air.

"My God," she murmured. "I have to find Jack before he does."

Unfortunately, Wes thought the same thing. He had already recognized this woman as Jack Sparrow's girlfriend. He had to find Jack Sparrow before she did.

Wes sped toward London in his carefully modified luxury Flying Car. He had painstakingly built this Flying Car after Christmas, and the twin brothers had also contributed greatly to its modification.

The interior was spacious, nearly the size of a small apartment. Wes had even placed a comfortable bed inside, making it practically a small hotel in the sky.

The Flying Car was incredibly fast, streaking across the sky like lightning.

As the sun had just begun to rise above the horizon, Wes could already see the outline of London. The enormous city lay quietly upon the land like a sleeping giant.

After crossing the Thames, Wes chose a secluded place to land and cast an Invisibility Spell, ensuring that no one would discover his Flying Car.

The appearance of seventeenth-century London unfolded before Wes's eyes.

The streets were narrow and winding, paved with cobblestones. Crisp footsteps echoed as people walked upon them, like the whispers of history recounting the city's past.

Wooden houses stood tightly packed along both sides of the road, their weathered walls mottled with age.

The roof tiles glimmered faintly beneath the sunlight, and the occasional pigeons perched upon them, lending a touch of life to the ancient city.

The pigeons were like dancing notes, adding a lively spark to the city.

London's commercial district was bustling with activity. Shops lined the streets, their signs dazzling in variety. From fabrics to spices, books to all manner of trinkets, everything could be found there.

Merchants stood outside their shops, enthusiastically calling out to customers with bright smiles on their faces. Their voices rose and fell, merging into a lively symphony.

Women wore long dresses and hats, carrying baskets as they carefully selected fresh vegetables and fruit. Men wore robes and top hats; some discussed business, while others exchanged views on current affairs.

London's harbor was even more bustling.

Huge sailing ships were moored along the shore, their masts towering into the clouds and their sails billowing in the wind.

The sailors busily hauled cargo, crate after crate of treasure and bundle after bundle of goods brought from afar, then shipped onward to every corner of the world.

The harbor air was thick with the salty scent of the sea and the smell of cargo. Seagulls wheeled through the sky, their cries crisp and clear.

Their calls were like a cheerful song, adding a touch of vitality to the bustling port.

At this time, Britain relied on its powerful navy and the East India Company's plundering of wealth from around the world to earn the title of the "Empire on which the sun never sets." However, none of that concerned Wes.

What he cared about was whether he had missed the timing.

After making inquiries, Wes discovered that he had arrived a little too early. Nothing major had happened in London lately.

Relieved, he settled down in London, intending to sample the cuisine of this era.

Wes was soon disappointed. Britain truly deserved its reputation as a "culinary wasteland"; its various atrocious dishes nearly left him with food-related trauma.

The food tasted strange and was difficult to swallow—a blatant disaster for the taste buds.

Even those delicate-looking pastries were so cloyingly sweet that they seemed to have been soaked in syrup, making them impossible to enjoy.

Several days passed in a flash, and Wes finally received news of Jack Sparrow.

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