Allen did not answer Jack's question. Instead, he raised his hand, and an octagonal box containing a compass appeared in his hand. He opened the compass, and the needle on the compass swayed disorderly as it spun rapidly on the black and gold dial.
Jack reached for his waist, and then his eyeshadow eyes widened as he looked at the wizard in an exaggerated manner.
But Allen did not seem to notice Jack's gaze. He let his palm rest on the surface of the compass, and a blue light flashed. The symbol of the Three Sacred Weapons of Death, representing the power of the underworld, was engraved on the bottom of the compass. Then, he somewhat ostentatiously engraved his own Mark of Omniscience on the inside of the cover of the compass. In fact, in the process of modifying the magic item, the function of his Mark of Omniscience was only a mark, and did not have any additional magical effects.
The moment Allen retracted his hand, the compass also disappeared from his hand. Then, he raised his staff, and a shadow came out of the staff and shot towards the surface of the English Channel in the distance.
However, Jack's attention was not on the magic that the other party had just used. He only felt a slight weight in his belt, and the compass had returned to its original position. Even the angle of its tilt was the same, as if it had never moved at all.
"The wizard who made this compass is very powerful, if this person is really a wizard. It can help guide the owner to what their heart desires the most. " On the surface, Allen casually praised the workmanship of the compass, but in his heart, he thought of the disorderly shaking needle just now. He calmed down a little and continued to add, "Since I've decided to return the favor, I'll return it to the end. I'll help you find some sailors who never know fatigue and don't need to be paid. You can control them with your compass."
"Never know fatigue and pay, I seem to be very familiar with this kind of thing …" The rolling sea in the distance interrupted Jack, and he looked at dozens of unidentified objects that were swimming towards them.
The moment these stiff corpses appeared on the surface of the water, the flesh on their bodies split open and fell into the sea. They floated on the surface of the water, leaving only their pale white skeletons. The Norman clothing and chainmail that they wore when they were alive hung empty on these skeletons.
The newborn skeletons seemed to have regained their freedom when they were brought to the shore by the power of magic. They walked out of the sea mechanically and slowly towards the owner of the compass.
These corpses were the souls of the Normans that Allen did not have the time to absorb. Their souls had already gone to the underworld. Allen turned their bodies into skeleton sailors. Although these low-level undead creatures could only mechanically carry out the orders of the compass master after their souls went to the underworld, it was the best thing for a Muggle captain, even if he might have come into contact with many things in the magic world.
Allen gestured with his chin, and Jack picked up the compass. After opening it, he seemed to fall into a short period of confusion. Then, the skeletons, who were standing quietly, began to raise their hands and stomp their feet. Jack winked slyly and began to hum a pirate's song with an uncontrollable smirk. He raised his hand holding the compass with a little elegance, and the skeletons swayed their squeaky skeletons and began to dance.
"You have enough time to experiment with them, but I suggest that you divide the work clearly for each of them on the ship. Don't let them do things that require too many steps and autonomy …" Allen suddenly stopped talking. He had learned about the situation in the north through the shadow three-eyed crow. "So, Captain Jack, I think it's time to say goodbye."
After ordering the skeletons to climb onto the repaired sailboat, Jack put the compass back on his waist and took a dirty dark green glass bottle from the back of his belt. He bit open the cork and took a big gulp. The cork was rich with the oak fragrance of the cork, the fruity aroma of the rum, and the rotten smell of the pirate's bad teeth. He reluctantly threw the bottle to Allen and sang in a tone-deaf voice, "Drink up this cup, no worries, no worries, YO!
HO.”
Allen, who was a little obsessed with cleanliness, felt that he really wanted to drink a mouthful. He let the liquor fly out of the bottle and took a big gulp. Obviously, doing so could only provide some comfort to his heart.
However, as if he was reminded by the rum, Allen suddenly took out a wooden box of magic ointment from his waist and threw it to Jack.
"What's this good stuff?" Jack greedily held the wooden box and sniffed it.
"It's really good stuff. Smear it on the infected area and it can cure your syphilis. However, it has no preventive effect, so don't waste it." After throwing away the empty bottle, Allen pointed to the same area on his chin where the bloody scab had grown. After probing into Jack's thoughts, he added, "If you want to return the favor, go to the Holy Empire and have a few more children when you're free. Especially if you meet a girl with the surname Grindelwald ….."
"Aye," Jack spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders. He pursed his lips and agreed to this request that even the neurotic him felt was somewhat absurd. He then glanced at the bottle that Allen threw on the ground and said, "Someone told me that living is not about living forever. Harris, the key is to live forever as yourself."
After saying that, Jack pointed his finger at Allen's heart. Allen nodded at the pirate and waved his hand as a farewell. He stepped into the shadows and disappeared.
A few minutes later, on the black three-masted ship, Captain Jack stroked the handle of his rudder and smiled. He suddenly realized that his action was easy to be misunderstood and somewhat indecent. He turned his eyes and looked at the skeletons around him worriedly to prevent them from making any strange expressions. Only then did he realize that they were different from the undead he encountered and provoked at sea. They did not have any intelligence.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief and took out his compass. Although he did not need to speak to control it, he still roared, "Get into position, you wretched dogs! Prepare the rigging! Now ….. let's sail to the distance! " Looking at the skeletons that were in position under his control, he whispered in his own voice, "The free side."
"Through and through, big baddies, let's drink to our hearts' content, brothers!
HO!”
Jack twisted his body and held the rudder as he sang out a tone-deaf song. With the compass in his hand pointing the direction, the black ship sailed towards the southwest. Finally, the English Channel lost sight of the sailing ship that did not belong to this era.
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