My Name Is Russell, Captain of the Black Pearl

The Black Pearl stopped in the shallows, and Jack lowered the small boat and slowly rowed to the shore. He first straightened his captain's hat, and then walked towards the group with a flamboyant gait, hopping and skipping. Although his features were serious, his body language was very expressive.

When Russell was young and naive, he also liked to hop and skip, but that was at home; he would never walk like that outside.

No other reason than it's too embarrassing!

"It's Jack, Captain Jack! We've found him!" Jack's first mate, Gibbs, and several crew members exclaimed excitedly.

"And there are ships!" Barbossa added in a low voice.

"That's right, there's also a ship!" The eyes of hundreds of Chinese pirates gleamed.

Seeing his old subordinates, Jack felt nothing. He was alone in the Demon Prison, and only his schizophrenia allowed him to endure the loneliness. He thought the group of people on the beach were just figments of his imagination.

But when he saw Elizabeth, his eyes began to dart away. Elizabeth was the one who caused him to be devoured by the Kraken, and she was someone he instinctively avoided. She shouldn't have appeared in his hallucinations under any circumstances.

"Jack Sparrow!" Barbossa walked up to Jack with his sword slung over his shoulder, and the undead monkey on his shoulder started chattering.

"Oh, Barbossa, long time no see." Jack's eyes lit up, and he reached out to touch Barbossa's old face. "You look so healthy, it shouldn't be like this, hurry up and turn into Deadman's face."

Barbossa slapped Jack's hand away and punched him in the nose with his backhand. "Jack, are you awake now?"

"Such a realistic illusion..." Jack rubbed his nose, staring at Barbossa with a look of disgust. Only then did he dare to admit that the people in front of him were not an illusion.

Barbossa returned the look of disdain. "Stop joking, Jack, we're here to rescue you. Get out of here with me now."

"Save me!?" Jack pointed to himself, his eyes wide, and said incredulously, "I think you've got it wrong. I have a boat. I should be the one saving you."

Barbossa glanced at the Black Pearl moored on the shoal and said disdainfully, "Watch your words, that's my ship."

Jack stood on tiptoe and peered out at the sea. "But I can't see your ship. Where is it? Is it blocked by the Black Pearl?"

Elizabeth stepped forward. "Jack, you can't sail the Black Pearl alone. You need crew."

"You're right, I need crew..." Jack instinctively took two steps back, "But not you. I don't want to be killed by you again."

Turner, standing to the side, looked bewildered, vaguely understanding what was happening. He looked at Elizabeth in disbelief, but she turned away guiltily. The two remained silent for a while.

"Will, didn't she tell you? You two can chat, I'm going to select my crew." Holding the Black Pearl as his biggest bargaining chip, Jack was smug, like a general inspecting his troops, selecting his favorite crew members one by one.

Barbossa is too old, no way!

Tall, thin, and one-eyed—too ugly, no way!

Short, stout, and with a receding hairline—same as above, no!

Immortal Monkey, too many people with the same name, no thanks!

Elizabeth, a con artist, don't go for her!

Turner, joint liability, no!

"Oh, Tia Dorma, coming out for a walk?"

Tia Dorma smiled radiantly, raised her hand and drew circles on Jack's chest, saying sweetly, "Jack, don't tell me you were unhappy back then!"

Jack seemed to be thinking of some indescribable scene, and smiled shyly, "You're right, you can get on the ship."

He approved the boarding of several of his former subordinates one by one. Then he came to Tai Huang, glanced at the hundreds of Chinese pirates, and his heart skipped a beat. "Who are you?"

"Tai Huang!"

Jack squinted. He knew he needed to be cautious given their superior numbers. He took two steps, bringing the Black Pearl into the background. "OK, who are you allied with now?"

"I pledge my loyalty to you, sir!"

Jack looked completely bewildered. "Sir... are you referring to me? If so, just call me Captain."

"No, sir, you mean me." The voice rang out, and the Chinese pirates parted to make way for Russell to walk to the front.

"And who are you?" Jack looked Russell up and down. He wasn't tall, strong, hard, or dark-skinned; he should be easy to deal with.

Russell grinned. "My name is Russell, captain of the Black Pearl."

Jack's face instantly fell. "Why should I?"

"Because we outnumber them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of Chinese pirates grinned and drew their long swords, swarming forward to stand behind Russell.

Jack patted his chest, putting on an exaggerated act of being overly frightened. "Oh, oh, that really scared me! So what if there are a lot of people? Don't I have anyone else?"

With that, he raised his arm and shouted, and then...

From First Mate Gibbs down to the parrot, all of his old men stood behind Russell.

Jack: "..."

Russell smiled faintly, "Any more questions?"

"That's all, dear captain. Is there anything I can do for you?"

The group boarded the Black Pearl. Russell triggered a lottery when he boarded the ship and guessed that there was a high probability that it was the Black Pearl, so he left it alone.

But he had a bad feeling. Given the system's nature, even if he left the world of Pirates of the Caribbean, he would most likely draw a ship, such as the Jackdaw that soars into the sky.

I'm torn...

Unlike the usual monotonous voyages, the presence of Jack on board immediately brought a lot of joy. He and Barbossa were locked in a fierce rivalry, each determined to overpower the other.

Jack was naturally active, hopping around like a sparrow, so it wouldn't be surprising if he did something outrageous.

Barbossa's behavior was somewhat abnormal. He was a shrewd and calculating man who spared no effort in maintaining his authority, so he shouldn't have been fooling around with Jack. But in fact, whenever he was with Jack, Barbossa seemed to be under a spell of reduced intelligence, and the two of them always managed to do some hilarious and absurd things together.

"Captain, I believe I should take the helm." Jack walked up to Russell with a serious expression and listed all of Barbossa's faults. In short, he was the best helmsman on the ship.

Although he couldn't be the captain, he controlled the ship's fate by steering the wheel, making him essentially the same as the captain. Furthermore, Russell was a captain who didn't really do anything, giving Barbossa considerable power, equivalent to the first mate. This greatly displeased Jack, who wanted to take his place.

"Jack, why are you so insistent on taking the helm? Think about it, I've entrusted you with the nautical charts, and the final destination of the Black Pearl is up to you. In fact, Barbossa has to listen to you."

Jack remained silent for a long time after hearing this, then changed his posture and continued to be silent. Suddenly, he felt that Russell's words made a lot of sense, so he happily carried the nautical chart and went to command Barbossa.

The Black Pearl sailed away from the desert and drifted aimlessly on the vast ocean, where even Jack's magical compass could not point it in the right direction.

In fact, the compass already indicates that the needle's seemingly random rotation due to Magnetic Field interference is because any sea area can lead to escape from the death zone. Once the principle of 'life and death reversed' is understood, and the Black Pearl is turned upside down, it can return to the world of the living at the moment of the green sunset.

The green light mentioned here refers to an astronomical phenomenon, not man-made green light; the two should not be confused!

The truth is clear to everyone, but the problem is that Mao Kun Map was drawn by Chinese people. Ancient Chinese people loved to play riddles, using the excuse that heavenly secrets cannot be revealed to complicate a simple matter in a roundabout way.

Well, rather than making it more complicated, it's more like reducing a five-thousand-word chapter to a five-hundred-word essay.

The differences in thinking between Eastern and Western people lead to various logical problems. Barbossa and others, even after losing all their hair, could not understand the profound meaning. Russell, however, knew the method, and he felt that there was another person on the ship who should also know.

Tia Dorma!

The goddess could see Turner become the captain of the Flying Dutchman in the future, and she must also know how to leave the death zone. She didn't speak up, and Russell wouldn't interfere.

Russell was in the captain's cabin planning his next voyage. His World Quest was to find the Fountain of Youth. It was too easy. He could just borrow Jack's compass and complete the task in no time.

The mission could only be completed within 24 hours, and the Trident's journey had to be completed before the Fountain of Youth. He examined the parchment in his hand, comparing it with the map one by one, but he couldn't find a clue at all.

The maps nowadays are not accurate enough. Because of the fantasy world, many sea areas are blank, and there are plenty of unmarked islands. He is not a professional, and he can't figure out anything from the parchment.

Fortunately, there was plenty of time. The advantage of a film series is that the missions are not limited by time, allowing the later plot to be brought forward. Even the bosses who should have appeared could be avoided, greatly reducing the risk.

"We need to find a professional to accompany us, Barbossa or Jack..." Russell was torn between the two, admiring Barbossa's composure but also leaning towards Jack's quick wit.

As the sun set, dark clouds obscured the stars, and the vast sea turned pitch black. There were no raging storms or towering waves, but the deathly silence of the darkness was all the more chilling.

For people who don't have much contact with the sea, like Russell, when he opened the window and looked down, he always felt that something was spying on the Black Pearl from the dark depths of the ocean.

Fortunately, no deep-sea monsters came out to bask in the moonlight, and a thin mist rose from the sea, with groups of white shadows drifting by.

These are the souls of those who died at sea. Without David Jones's guidance, these spirits wander the ocean day after day. Following closely behind the souls are countless lonely boats, with a group of twisted, Deadman faces sitting upright at the bow, white candles lit, their eyes lifeless as they drift with the waves.

There's no need to be surprised that some souls have boats while others don't. Boats are beginner equipment; every newly deceased soul has one, and they wear out naturally over time.

Exclamations erupted from the deck; it was Elizabeth's cries, hoarse and heart-wrenching, as she cried out for her father.

"I didn't realize Turner had such a wild heart. Does he want to emulate the Elf Prince and return to nature? But is it really appropriate to do this kind of thing on the deck so late at night, especially since it's a public place..."

Russell recklessly shifted gears and accelerated. Just then, the Enslavement Contract trembled violently. He turned around and saw that Jason's soul had somehow emerged from his body and was drifting leisurely out of the cabin.

"You bastard, are you addicted to acting cute?" Russell's eye twitched, and he raised his hand to press Jason's soul back into place. "Stay put, don't cause me any trouble at a time like this!"