This guy who looked like a pirate captain had one hand on the mast of the ship and the other hand on his waist. His body swayed slightly with the ship's movement. His eyes looked rebellious and neurotic as he stared into the distance. Suddenly, he looked down at the bottom of the boat, as if he just realized that his boat was submerged in water.
The pirate immediately pulled up a rope and jumped into the boat. He quickly picked up a round, deep-mouthed crock and scooped up the water from the boat and splashed it out. As the other party approached, Allen looked at the man who was wearing all kinds of jewelry and had a shriveled woman's head tied to his belt. He was surprised to find that other than the difference in skin color, hair color, and temperament, the man's facial features were almost exactly the same as the middle-aged photo of Gatler Grindward.
The boat was leaking more and more water. It swayed and gradually approached the White Cliff of Dover. The round crock that he used to scoop out the water was already floating on the water. The captain had given up on the plan to scoop out the water and climbed up the mast.
He stood halfway up the mast with one hand holding the top of the mast. His body leaned forward slightly and looked at the White Cliff of Dover. His posture was like an admiral who had just returned from a victory.
Just before the ship was about to sink completely, the mast just happened to descend to the side of a reef. The sailor raised his right foot just in time, waiting for the wooden ship to sink so that he could step on it. His body swayed slightly as he tidied up his clothes. He then pinched his orchid fingers and stroked his small braided beard before swaggering towards the other rocks. Unexpectedly, because of the slipperiness of the reef, he accidentally fell on his butt. He grimaced in pain as he stood up and rubbed his butt. Then, he somewhat wretchedly and nervously looked around as if he was making sure that no one saw him. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his hat, and continued to jump towards the shore.
This somewhat slovenly pirate captain's posture was a little effeminate and unrestrained. Suddenly, he stopped moving forward. His slightly opened arms caused his body to sway. The playful expression on his face froze. On the cliff, Allen, who was emitting an unfriendly aura, was standing not far from him and observing him. The pirate captain tilted his head slightly to the left and pointed his index and middle finger at his head. He then quickly extended his arms in the direction of Allen and saluted.
Allen, who was on the cliff, nodded to the captain. Just as he was about to float towards him, the captain, who had just smiled and saluted calmly, suddenly turned around. He opened his arms and swung them as if he was directing a symphony. He swayed his body slightly and opened his mouth to reveal a few golden teeth. He let out a sharp howl and ran for his life.
Unfortunately, there were no ropes on the White Cliff of Dover, and there was no place to climb, jump, or hide. The captain shook his head and rolled his eyes. His arms swung faster, but soon he leaned back and staggered to a stop. Allen, who had been left far behind, suddenly emerged from the shadow of a rock in front of him.
"Oh ~ ~ ~ Okay, I surrender, I surrender!" The pirate captain raised his hands and looked at Allen with feigned ease. He slowly moved to the side of a large rock and used his eyes to signal to Allen that he would wait in a wider area.
Allen's face had a smile. His eyes were full of curiosity for the other party. He nodded slightly to show his approval of the other party's actions.
After the pirate captain moved to the large rock, he quickly pulled out a short flintlock from his belt and pointed it at Allen, who had already put some distance between them. His gaze was somewhat fierce, but there was a mischievous smile on his face. He wrinkled his nose, and with a click, he loaded the hammer of the flintlock. The muzzle of the gun was slightly raised, and it was aimed at Allen's chest. "Sir, you will always remember that you almost caught Captain Jack today."
"Are you trying to cheat?" Seeing the other party's nimble movements and playful expression, Allen could not help but laugh out loud. He had just used Mind Extraction to see through the pirate captain's intentions. Now, he was just playing along with the other party's performance.
"Pirates ~ ~ ~" The pirate captain's voice trembled slightly at the end of his sentence. His eyes were slightly raised, showing a bit of craftiness and pride.
Allen's lips curled into a smile. He shook his head and continued to float towards the other party.
"Hey, stop quickly, Magus. Look at what I have in my hand. Savvy?" The pirate captain shook the muzzle of his gun and warned.
Allen raised his eyebrows. He ignored the other party's warning and dangerous eyes and continued to walk towards him.
"Bang!" A silver spherical lead bullet shot out from the short and thick muzzle, accurately hitting Allen's chest. Although he was actually aiming at Allen's head.
However, as the bullet approached, a force field shield formed by shadows suddenly appeared in front of Allen, causing the bullet, which had no magic power, to disappear without a trace. If it weren't for the smoke coming out of the pirate captain's gun, it would have seemed as if it had never appeared in this world.
“Bugger！” The pirate captain's smile froze. Then, he immediately wisely threw the gun to the side. He covered his head with both hands and squatted down, indicating that he had really surrendered and given up resistance. "I think we can have a good talk!"
"John Jack Lakham — Cotton Jack. I know you broke into this place after you perished together with the Giant North Sea Monster during the voyage." Allen had obtained enough information. The pirate in front of him was the legendary Muggle mentioned by Captain Cosby when he was on the ship to Demstrand. After he and his ship perished together with the Giant North Sea Monster, Kraken, he was brought to this era by the vortex created by the sea monster. Then, because of the storm created by Allen just now, the ship, which was already full of holes, could no longer withstand the pressure and began to sink. He was lucky enough to escape with a lifeboat.
Besides, Allen knew that if he called the other party by a more well-known surname, he might receive a warning letter from the American Ministry of Magic. He only intended to call the other party by his original name.
"You forgot to add the captain." Despite being in a disadvantageous position, he put down his hands and made a self-introduction gesture. He smiled and emphasized his title. "You can call me Captain Jack."
"Then I think I'll remember today. Captain Jack almost escaped." With a somewhat artificial British accent, Allen looked at the pirate's face that was almost the same as Grindelwald's. He observed the completely different temperament that the pirate showed. Finally, his eyes stopped at a small blood scab on the pirate's chin hidden by his beard. "My name is Allen Harris. I'm indeed a wizard, but don't worry. In fact, I've received a favor from you … a distant relative of yours. Since I'm lucky enough to meet him, I'll treat it as returning the favor."
Hearing this, Captain Jack tried to stand up. Seeing that Allen did not object, he realized that the other party did not need to deceive him. This allowed him to completely recover his previous freedom.
Allen turned his staff upside down. He ignored the wandering souls inside and cast a prophecy spell on the crystal ball to begin the divination. "You and your ship came together … It seems that your luck has always been good. It just happens to be within the range of my Flying Spell."
Jack's eyes widened in disbelief. His eyeballs were slightly tilted down, revealing a large part of his eye whites. Allen shook his head and chuckled.
Not intending to explain more to the other party, Allen waved his right hand and drew a symbol in the air.
After a long while, countless large and small fragments flew rapidly from above the sea. Countless fragments flew in the air and quickly gathered on the surface of the sea. The keel of the ship began to recover, revealing the huge skeleton of the ship. These fragments covered the keel, forming layers of decks. The broken planks and the outer armor were restored into a whole piece. They were pieced together into the shape of the ship to form the hull. The broken sails were repaired as good as new. The hemp rope stretched and rolled, rebinding them to their original positions. Soon, a black three-masted Galen sailboat appeared in front of them.
"Well, what it still needs is a clean and whirlwind sweep …" Allen pointed his staff at the three-masted ship. Under the effect of the spell, all the stains and dried blood scabs on the huge three-masted ship, as well as the filth on the sea floor, were cleaned up.
Jack looked at the restored black ship almost lovingly. He then looked at Allen and gave him an exaggerated bow. "Mr. Harris, I have to thank you for my ship. I saw ancient people on the sea … Can you send me back to the era of sailing? If you do not belong to this era as I have guessed. "
"Unfortunately, even if I take the risk to use the Anti-Hour Reversal Spell on you and send you to the future, you will still age rapidly — because you don't have any protection against the power of time after coming to this era." Alan shrugged and explained the reason why he couldn't send the captain back to the future.
The pirate looked a little depressed. He gestured exaggeratedly and said with a different serious tone than before, "We can go wherever we want. This is the true meaning of a ship. Do you understand? This is not just a keel, a hull, a deck, and a few sails that a ship needs. This is just the structure of a ship. The true meaning of a ship is freedom. But I don't think I can recruit a sailor to sail her in this era. "
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