The craftsmanship of these two chalices was exquisitely refined. Wes held them in his hands and examined them carefully.
Delicate patterns were carved into the cups, as exquisite as paintings, every line reflecting the artist's ingenuity.
The chalices' surfaces gleamed with a soft luster, as dazzling as stars twinkling in the night sky and as heartwarming as the first ray of morning sunlight.
They might have appeared at many important occasions, witnessing countless moments of glory. Perhaps they had also accompanied Juan Ponce de León on many adventurous journeys, enduring countless trials of wind and rain.
Curious about the chalices, Jack Sparrow immediately leaned closer to take a look.
"You want them?" Wes asked.
Jack Sparrow shook his head slightly. Though he was full of curiosity about the chalices, he knew perfectly well that they were not something he could possess.
Seeing that Jack had no greed in his heart, Wes stopped teasing him.
Now that he had obtained both key items—the mermaids and the chalices—Wes began silently planning his next move.
Jack Sparrow led the way as the three of them slowly entered a limestone cave.
However, once inside, they found nothing but stalactites of various shapes and a small pool of water.
Jack Sparrow carefully checked his compass, beginning to wonder whether something had gone wrong with it.
After all, they had tracked their way here in hopes of finding more clues.
"There's nothing wrong with the compass. This is where the Fountain of Youth is." Wes looked at the inscription on the chalices and spoke slowly.
He recited the words engraved on the chalices, his voice echoing through the cave.
As the final words fell, the water in the cave began to float upward against gravity.
That small pool seemed to be drawn by an invisible