If Davy Jones's Heart Were Smashed by a Falling Meteor, Who Would Be the New Captain?

Calypso created Great Maelstrom, setting up a world-renowned battleground for the Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman. She used some clever tricks, employing the sea breeze to create the whirlpool, making both sides believe that the wind was in their favor.

David Jones was Immortal Body, the Flying Dutchman had a built-in diving capability, so he plunged headlong into the Great Maelstrom.

This put the Black Pearl in a dilemma, as the wind made it impossible to move forward or backward. Barbossa had no choice but to take control of the ship, boost morale, and order the crew to load the cannons and prepare for battle.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three cannon shots rang out from the triple the Flying Dutchman. A solid shot hit the stern of the Black Pearl, sending wood chips flying. Unfortunately, the Black Pearl cut into the ocean current at the right time and landed safely within the range of the Flying Dutchman.

The Black Pearl lacked bow and stern guns, making it unable to retaliate against its pursuers during the chase. Barbossa was well aware of this, so he turned the ship and ventured deeper into the whirlpool, intending to cut into the faster currents to regain the speed advantage.

Even if they defeated the Flying Dutchman, they would still be doomed if they rammed their ship into the whirlpool. The pirates on board were terrified, but before they could say anything, a gunshot rang out.

"Return to your posts, load the shells, and await orders to fire."

The one who fired the shot was Jack!

Barbossa's madness was tantamount to suicide, but only by being unconventional could he defeat David Jones. The Great Maelstrom was not Extremis; it indirectly restricted the Flying Dutchman, preventing it from diving rashly, making it the best battlefield for the final showdown.

Barbossa was right; only by cutting into a faster current could the cannons on both sides of the Black Pearl be put to good use.

After the two captains spoke in turn, the pirates had no more complaints. As the Black Pearl approached the center of the whirlpool, it quickly left the Flying Dutchman behind, propelled by the fast current.

The two ships chased each other in the whirlpool, gradually approaching its depths, and opened fire simultaneously the instant their gunboats aligned.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—"

The roaring waves drowned out the cannon fire, and the rising white smoke was extinguished by the rain before it could expand and dissipate. Amid the deafening roar of the waves, cannonballs from both sides flew straight over the whirlpool mouth and landed on the opposite ship.

A cannonball struck the Black Pearl's captain's cabin, creating a large hole in the wall. Jason reached up and pulled the splinter from his shoulder, then looked at Russell without saying a word.

"Don't look at me like that. It's either sinking into the sea or that ghost ship. You choose."

With Jason by his side, Russell, relying on the other's broad shoulders for shelter, knew the show was about to begin, and he was prepared to deal with David Jones before it even started.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—"

Shells swept through the torrential rain, whistling through the air and sending splinters of wood flying from both ships. After three salvos, the Black Pearl was severely damaged, with a row of holes blasted into the hull closest to the whirlpool's eye. Several unfortunate pirates fell into the whirlpool and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The Flying Dutchman was in no better shape; its decaying hull was even more severely damaged, and the crew on deck were forced to seek cover. Only David Jones, arrogant and shouting, continued to steer the ship into the lower currents.

At this point, it wasn't a contest of artillery power, but rather who had the greater courage. David Jones had lost all confidence, believing that no one could match his boldness.

Yes, there are some, like the madman, like Jack and Barbossa.

"Prepare for boarding action. If we're going to die, let's die a quick and painless death!"

The deeper they went into the whirlpool, the closer the two ships became. As the ships tilted, their masts somehow began to touch.

Now that things have come to this, the pirates are bloodthirsty and the fear of death no longer binds them; instead, it unleashes the madness deep within their bloodlust.

The tilting hull served as the perfect bridge, allowing the pirates to swing across the Black Pearl on the Flying Dutchman ropes without needing to throw out grappling hooks. The seafood crew members on the opposite side also swung across on their ropes.

"Barbossa, the helm is yours. Don't let the Black Pearl sink." Russell came to the deck and fired at the seafood crew members who were swinging in mid-air, shooting down eight men in one go. Then he continued, "Jack, Turner, I'll take care of David Jones. You two board the ship and go find his heart. Don't delay too long, or the Black Pearl won't be able to get on board."

"Understood!" Jack and Turner exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

"Wait a moment!"

At that moment, Elizabeth suddenly walked over, gazed at Turner affectionately, reached out and gently stroked his face, and then couldn't help but give him a kiss.

"Slurp slurp~~ Pop!!"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment; cannonballs flew and guns fired, wisely avoiding the beautiful couple.

Watching the two exchange saliva, Russell was exasperated. It wasn't that he was blaming them for being inconsiderate of the occasion, but rather that he thought Turner was a real man. Elizabeth's lips were poisonous; whoever she kissed died. He'd be dead soon after kissing her.

However, Turner was incredibly resilient; he survived so many bites before dying, while the other three— Jack, Norrington, Xiao Feng —died on the spot.

Actually, there was a question Russell never quite understood: whoever killed David Jones would take his place, but if David Jones' heart were smashed by a meteorite, who would be the new captain?

After all, human-made disasters can be prevented while natural disasters can not be avoided. This possibility cannot be ruled out. Just like the Thunder Beast, an elemental creature that has the ability to kill David Jones, but it has no heart. How can it be defeated?

The seafood was still being devoured over there. Russell couldn't bear to watch any longer. He shot down the seafood in front of him, took the rope from its hand, swung through the Great Maelstrom, and landed on the deck of the Flying Dutchman.

Jack made a mock prayer, then, mimicking Russell, leaped across the Great Maelstrom.

"I'll wait for you to come back. You absolutely mustn't die."

"Of course, I haven't seen you in a wedding dress yet!" After the heartfelt confession, Turner resolutely pulled up the rope and swung to the other side.

On the deck of the Flying Dutchman, the seafood sailors and the pirates who boarded the ship were engaged in a fierce battle when suddenly a series of gunshots rang out, and one by one, they were blown in the head and fell into the deep sea whirlpool.

Russell went up to the deck and searched for David Jones. Holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, he cut a path through the enemy lines and headed straight for the helm.

Unbeknownst to David Jones, a figure dressed as a Royal Navy officer came into view, with a rusty, worn-out key hanging around the man's neck.

Russell's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he dodged the bullet fired by the officer, stabbed him through the heart with a knife, and snatched the key from his hand.

"Whoosh!"

A silver light flashed from behind, and Russell, as if he had anticipated it, spun around and dodged to the side.

"David Jones!"

Russell forced David Jones back with a single shot, then nimbly followed up with a three-hit combo of his knife, feigning an attack to expose a weakness before delivering a powerful kick that struck Jones squarely between the legs.

It was as if old friends were meeting; David Jones greeted him with a backstab, and Russell returned the greeting with a groin kick.

"Damn it, you always use such despicable tricks. Can't you fight me fair and square?" David Jones stood leaning on his sword, his legs trembling and his toes pointing inward. His facial features were contorted, and his octopus whiskers were all curled up in a ball.

"What does it matter? You are Immortal Body; you can recover even if you are broken."

David Jones roared, "It has nothing to do with Immortal Body; it's about basic respect and courtesy on the battlefield!"

"That's true, Immortal Body doesn't mean you don't feel pain, but..." Russell paused for three seconds deliberately, dragging out the words to provoke David Jones's rationality. "But your thing is all swollen from being soaked in water, what's wrong with kicking me a couple of times? You don't need it anyway."

Russell's words were full of malice and sarcasm. Ever since David Jones stopped ferrying the souls lost at sea, he was cursed to become a piece of raw seafood, never to come ashore again. Just like the monkey said, "What use is this iron rod to me?" David Jones's situation was similar; he could basically only be used as a hose to drain water.

"Shut up!"

David Jones was so angry that he jumped up and down, roaring in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Russell as if he were looking at his father's killer. Before he knew it, Turner and Jack had sneaked into the cabin.

Russell, still not satisfied, hadn't had such a good rant in a long time. He seized on David Jones's wound and rubbed salt into it. "What shape is that thing of yours? Swordfish, sea urchin, or moray eel? It can't be an octopus, that would be too perverted. If you take your pants off, who can tell where your face is?"

"I told you to shut up!" David Jones trembled with rage and swung his sword down at Russell's head.

Russell hit a nerve with David Jones, not with the octopus, but with his love-hate relationship with Calypso.

When the first ten-year promise was made, Calypso came to keep it. In a fit of anger, he told the first Pirate King the secret of the goddess's disappearance, and even dug out his own heart, which was filled with love.

When he was young and impetuous, he didn't think much. When his lover betrayed him, he betrayed her in return, and like a child, he dug out his heart and cut it off without giving Calypso to her.

He soon regretted it. His heart was gone, but his longing remained; he couldn't forget Calypso. Because of the betrayal, he didn't have the courage to face Calypso, and he didn't even dare to retrieve the heart filled with memories. Like a lost soul, he drifted with the current, never finding a shore to dock at, and the Flying Dutchman became a veritable ghost ship.

Just now, Calypso's cruel curse brought him to his senses. He realized that he only knew fear after losing something. He began to confront his own heart and decided to reconcile with the goddess after this battle.

He had barely made up his mind when Russell started rambling on and on, relentlessly digging into his past. How could he tolerate that!

Besides, isn't an octopus good? It's very practical!