Davy Jones's Heartbroken Leap Slash

A salvo missed its target; the shells flew far away, splashing into the sea and creating a few waves before being swallowed up by the surging tide.

The frightened pirates hurriedly loaded their ammunition, fearing a sudden attack from the Flying Dutchman, which would leave them vulnerable to a passive defense.

Losing their composure, the pirates made numerous basic mistakes in their frantic attempts to load the cannonballs as quickly as possible, and the more they tried, the worse they got at it. Some of them even put the cannonballs in before they had put in the gunpowder, which shows just how chaotic their situation was.

Murphy's Law: If something bad can happen, it will happen, no matter how small the probability, and cause the greatest possible damage.

A Chinese pirate hurriedly shoved gunpowder into the cannon barrel. Suddenly, he heard a loud rush of water. He swallowed hard, stiffened his neck, and turned his head to see a mast rapidly rising outside the cannon.

The wrecked hull is none other than the Flying Dutchman!

The two ships were so close that the pirates could even see the grinning faces of the seafood on the other side. They were helpless against it, as they had just run out of cannonballs in the previous round and were now sitting ducks.

The pirates on deck returned fire with flintlock pistols; the ship was unable to turn, and this was their only way to save themselves. The next second, they were met with a devastating attack.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—"

A plume of white smoke rose as the Flying Dutchman opened fire from one side of its hull. The cannons, each weighing over 30 pounds, were incredibly powerful, piercing through the Junk ship.

The cannonball pierced the hull, shattered the gun ports, and sent broken planks flying everywhere. The narrow cabin below deck was filled with screams of agony. Most of the pirates were killed or wounded, and almost all of them were covered in wounds.

Seawater rushed into the cabin and dragged the ship down at an extremely fast speed. The pirates looked desperate, while the Flying Dutchman added fuel to the fire. Fearing that the Junk ship too slowly, it suddenly submerged and stirred up a lot of seawater to flood over it.

This ship is beyond saving!

Russell could see it clearly from a distance: more than ten shells hit the Junk ship in succession, and the damaged parts required major repairs. Even if the ship escaped the Flying Dutchman, it would not escape the storm that followed.

The raindrops grew larger and larger, pouring down from the sky like a torrential downpour. The storm whipped the raindrops away, widening the distance between the four ships. Even the heavens seemed to be on David Jones's side.

Russell considered whether to use the card. The Flying Dutchman was aggressive and highly skilled in guerrilla warfare. With its diving ability, it could easily overwhelm the four ships on his side. In addition, the stormy weather made the ship rock unsteadily, and the pirates couldn't even aim and return fire.

It was too passive, because if they opened fire rashly, the Flying Dutchman would surface and deliver a fatal blow to that ship!

There are three cards suitable for use on the high seas, all from the sea goddess Calypso. Character Card are naturally unusable, as it would be too wasteful. However, using two skill cards would be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Great Tsunami Great Maelstrom is a catastrophic disaster for human ships, but it may not be so for a ghost ship that can dive.

Using water-based skills on live seafood, at best, would only give the Flying Dutchman a bath, removing a layer of negligible seaweed and shells. David Jones might even take the opportunity to brush his teeth and change his clothes.

The cards are unusable, the Thunder Beast is useless, and the Flying Dutchman is submerged and doesn't show itself. It can't be allowed to discharge electricity directly into the seawater, as the ocean will disperse the electricity, reducing its destructive power.

Jason wouldn't work either; he's a complete loser at sea. Before he overcomes his psychological barriers, he's not even good-looking enough to be a mascot.

Russell cursed under his breath, realizing that he had to step in himself at the crucial moment. He drew his two Desert Eagle pistols and held his breath to track the Flying Dutchman.

"Rumble—"

With a splash, the Flying Dutchman leaped out of the sea once more, its two triple cannons firing and striking the sinking Junk ship once more.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—"

Russell narrowed his eyes, his hands following his gaze, and fired continuously while holding both pistols horizontally.

A powerful Mana Bullet flew through the air and struck a triple cannon, causing the muzzle to deflect and the cannon door to explode. The rotten hull, which was basically made of rotten wood, was blasted open by the bullet, leaving a large hole in the bow.

Another type of rapid- Mana Bullet pierced through the hull, leaving holes, and sawdust fell into the sea and floated everywhere.

The Flying Dutchman fell into the water, and after a while it leaped out of the sea again. Russell was surprised to find that the large hole in the bow of the ship had disappeared.

"Holy crap, this ship can heal itself?"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Russell uttered his most iconic word: he knew the Flying Dutchman was a ghost ship, and could never be sunk. But he was using Mana Bullet, an attack method specifically developed for ghosts and evil creatures, and yet they had been ignored. He found it hard to accept.

Russell oversimplified the Flying Dutchman. Who the captain was didn't matter; David Jones, Turner, Jack, and Barbossa could all have been captains. The ship itself was the key.

It bears the heavy responsibility of guiding the souls lost at sea. In the Eastern mythological system, it is a divine artifact endowed with authority by the Heavenly Dao, and from the day it was born, it has the attribute of being indestructible.

Of course, indestructibility depends on the target. If it were one of the twelve Olympus Twelve Olympians, the ship would sink instantly, without even a ripple. Russell could shatter the hull, but he couldn't destroy the ship at its core; his power was far inferior.

"Rumble—"

Amidst the surging waves, the Flying Dutchman once again leaped out of the water. Russell took a deep breath, amplified his voice with his Magic Power, and shouted out loud.

"David Jones, do you want to know where Calypso is?"

The sound was swept away by the storm, but the Flying Dutchman remained focused on its target and launched three consecutive attacks, finally destroying the unfortunate Junk ship. A large amount of seawater rushed in, and the tattered hull could not withstand the onslaught, so it capsized and sank beneath the surface of the sea.

The Flying Dutchman continued its descent, and just as Russell was marveling at how cunning David Jones was and how he hadn't been fooled, a towering wave surged up from the side of the ship where he was.

"Where is Calypso?" David Jones stood on the deck glaring at Russell. Mentioning the name of the woman who betrayed his lover filled him with both anger and sorrow. Time had not erased his love; even with his heart ripped out, he still couldn't forget Calypso.

"Fire!"

Barbossa and Jack shouted in unison, the two ships were so close they could practically board each other. If they didn't give David Jones a good thrashing now, they might as well give up being Pirate King and go pick up soap in Britain prisons.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—"

The Flying Dutchman fired simultaneously, a dense barrage of lights flashing between the two ships as shells flew and cries of agony filled the air. The billowing white smoke was dispersed by the strong wind; neither side gained an advantage, both suffering extensive damage.

Where is Calypso?

David Jones's mind was no longer on the naval battle; he relentlessly questioned Russell, keeping the Flying Dutchman close behind.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, David Jones screamed as he fell into the water, splashing up a large cloud of white foam.

Russell raised his gun, blew away the nonexistent smoke, and watched the splash of water be swallowed by the waves. "I'll tell you who she is when you climb up..."

Whoosh!

A flash of silver light appeared, Russell instantly sensed the danger, flipping over to dodge the sneak attack from behind.

"I'll ask you one last time, where is Calypso?" David Jones stood on the deck, gripping a sharp, slender longsword, his gaze icy, sending chills down one's spine.

Russell's pupils contracted sharply. David Jones could Teleportation? How come he never used this move in the original book?

Screenwriters are all liars; I'll never believe a story again!

Russell cursed inwardly, gripping the Desert Eagle in his left hand and firing repeatedly. Bullets flew out rapidly, hitting David Jones in the chest and turning him into a discounted seafood in the blink of an eye.

David Jones raised his crab claws to block in front of him, but he was still beaten and screamed in pain. Immortal Body did not mean he was immune to pain, and this blow was enough to make him suffer.

"Bang!"

Russell raised his right hand, and a high-energy Mana Destruction Bullet crashed down, shattering half of David Jones's body and sending him flying into the air before he fell into the sea from the other side of the ship.

The Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman began boarding action. Barbossa and Jack believed this was the best opportunity to eliminate the seafood crew. While Davy Jones and Russell were locked in a fierce battle, they ordered all the combatants on deck to throw out their grappling hooks and entangle the ropes on the other side.

On the deck of the Black Pearl, a volley of flintlock musket fire cleared a space before dozens of pirates swung ropes aboard the Flying Dutchman.

The fierce boarding action began, and the seafood crew members also threw out their iron claws. The brutal boarding action broke out, and people could be seen swinging back and forth between the two ships.

Russell fired repeatedly, killing the seafood that had boarded the ship, without caring whether the ghosts were truly dead, and desperately searched for David Jones.

The gun barrel overheated, Russell stopped firing. He channeled Magic Power into the tip of the gun, creating a blue blade of light that sliced the seafood in front of him into sashimi.

With a flick of his wrist, Russell splattered Coldblood onto the blade of light, then whirled around, raising his hands to block the slash that came from behind.

Bite!!

Sparks flew, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing, as David Jones delivered his Heartbroken Leap Slash!

"Tell me, where is Calypso?" David Jones's features contorted in a grotesque grimace, his octopus-like whiskers reaching out to wrap around Russell's face.

Russell was surprised by his strength, and with both hands he pushed him away forcefully, mocking, "Are you sure you want to know?"

David Jones gritted his teeth. "Answer me! Tell me where Calypso is?"

"I ran into her a few days ago. She was very busy, flirting with a handsome young man. Hehehe, even when she's sealed away, her true nature remains the same." Russell raised an eyebrow, relentlessly rubbing salt into David Jones's wounds. "Speaking of which, I'll tell you where she is, but do you have the courage to go see her?"

"Ah..."

David Jones roared in anger. He knew Russell was telling the truth, but he was heartbroken. It hurt so much to lose his heart.