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"You'd have to do Jones' job." Will wasn't entirely attracted to the thing, he pointed out.
"So it's not very free, but immortality is also very important."
Will rubbed his head, thinking.
Sparrow is by no means the most reliable of allies, but...
"How can I trust you, Jack?" he asked.
"Trust is an elusive thing," Jack said, "but it's what it is, isn't it?"
He shoves something into Will's hand.
Will looked down and saw Jack's famous compass, and Jack said, "Here, please be sure to give my regards to Davy Jones."
Will looked up again, very puzzled, but when Jack pushed him overboard, his expression quickly changed to surprise.
Will fell into the water with a huge splash.
A moment later, the vat and the chained corpse fell directly beside him.
Will swam across, clutching the barrel tightly.
On the deck, Jack leaned against the side of the ship with a cheerful smile on his face.
He waved happily, then disappeared.
Will sighed, as usual, Jack was following his own plan, and Will had no choice but to cooperate with him.
Around him the dark water lapped against the barrel and his body, and in the sky a pale moon barely pierced through the clouds.
It's going to be another very long night.
......
Elsewhere at sea, Elizabeth Swan was also in darkness.
Her situation is a little drier, though.
She was huddled in a corner of her cell aboard the Flying Dutchman, the barnacle-covered ship sailing the calm seas with the Empress in tow.
Suddenly, she heard the scratching sound of metal colliding.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw that her cell door was slowly opened. Could it be a crew member on the Dutchman?
She shuddered at the thought of a half-marine sailor slinking into her cell in the dark.
Just then a lantern was lit in the darkness, and Elizabeth recognized James Norrington's voice.
"Quiet." He whispered, "This way, hurry up." He waved urgently.
Elizabeth got up and saw that her crew had also been released, and they watched her waiting for instructions. Elizabeth nodded.
They continued to walk quietly and quietly, tiptoeing to the deck.
"What are you doing?" Elizabeth whispered to Norrington.
He looked her in the eyes and replied, "Choose a side."
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Chapter 295 Shipwrecked Island!
"what are you doing?"
Elizabeth whispered to Norrington.
Norrington looked her in the eye and replied, "Take sides."
She stared at him too, then nodded, and he led the way down the corridor, Elizabeth following him.
Behind him, the prison door opened wide.
In the cell, a pair of eyes opened on the hull.
"Boots" Bill saw the doors wide open and the cells empty.
With great difficulty he detached himself from the wood and moved forward.
Bewildered, he shuffled down the passage to the deck.
On the aft lookout, Norrington led the group to the cable that connected the Dutchman to the Empress.
Elizabeth's crew knew at once what they had to do, and one by one they jumped over the side of the ship and began to crawl slowly along the ropes.
They grabbed the rope with their hands and moved back to their boat alternately with left and right hands.
"Quick," Norrington said softly, and he turned to face her.
"Don't go to Shipwreck Bay." He urged her, "Beckett knows about the Brotherhood, and I'm worried there will be traitors among them."
Elizabeth shook her head and said with sad eyes: "It's too late, you can't get my forgiveness."
"I don't ask for your forgiveness," Norrington said.
He knows very well that there is no way to excuse his mistakes, although he only wanted to be a good soldier at first.
He only wished he could make Elizabeth understand that, through it all, despite her regrettable longing for the life of a pirate, his love for her had never faltered.
Looking at the man in front of her, Elizabeth saw the regret and emotion in his eyes.
In the end, she believed him.
She knew he was telling the truth, that he knew exactly what he had done, and that he was sorry for it.
"Come with us," she said.
Norrington hesitated.
"James, come with me." Elizabeth said, taking his hand.
Norrington's heart was torn, and he wanted so badly to go with her. Although it was against his calling as a Royal Navy man, it was against his calling to help them escape in the first place.
He was also sure that if his treachery was discovered, he would be in great trouble.
But he still chose to stand on Elizabeth's side—the pirate's side, maybe he should really go with her...