The dark hull of the Terror Ghost passed through the deep night. The thick white mist was like a fur coat on it, being dragged in the direction of the black ship. Only the front of the ship was left open.
Davy Jones suddenly opened his eyes in the middle of the night. He sat up from the bed, without lighting the oil lamp. He just threw his tentacles to a dark corner and quickly took his three-cornered hat off the coat rack. .
Dressed neatly, he opened the door and looked up at the observation deck above the thick ship mast under the moonlight pouring down like snow.
There was still dim light on there, but Arrita, who was on night duty in the observation deck, did not notice the movement on the deck.
Davy Jones took out his pipe and slowly lit the tobacco. The sparks shone like fireflies in the darkness.
"Who are you?" He bent over a barrel and asked in the direction of the intruder, "What do you want to do on my ship?"
After a while, a man in a green robe walked out of the shadows and stood under the moonlight on the bow of the ship, revealing half of his face, which was covered with strange markings.
"You can call me 'Dragon'." The man looked at the ship nonchalantly, and then cast his gaze on Davy Jones. "I heard some news, I am very curious about you, and I happen to be nearby. Just come and take a look.”
dragon?
With the increase in sight and color, Davy Jones's danger intuition increased to another level, and he soon realized that the man in front of him was probably not as powerful as the "Eagle Eye" Mihawk he met earlier.
There is a huge gap in strength between him and Long and Mihawk. At most, he can only rely on this sea to save his life, but this is enough.
"You are very curious about me, and I am very curious about you." Davy Jones smoked a cigarette and blew out smoke rings. "We can make a deal to answer each other's questions and satisfy our respective curiosity."
"Just like what you did with 'Eagle Eye'?" The corners of Long's mouth raised into a smile.
Davy Jones was not surprised. He never believed that "Hawkeye" Mihawk could keep secrets: "Just like that."
Long smiled and was silent for a moment, nodded, and then said: "Okay. A more peaceful approach is not a bad idea."
"Sit down." Davy Jones pointed to the wine barrel next to him with the holder of his pipe.
Long Congshan sat down calmly: "Let me tell you some information first. There are many navy hovering near the Diantian Mountain where you are about to arrive. They are all ready to destroy you, and have woven a theoretically secret A breathable net.”
"That's it." Davy Jones felt that this was expected. The battles he had caused for more than a month had not attracted the attention of the navy, which had insulted his title of "King of Hell" in the deep sea.
Long could tell that Davy Jones's calmness was not an act. It seemed that he already had a trump card to deal with it: "As a deal, the first thing I want to know is whether you are the real 'Deep Sea' in the legend." Hell's Davy Jones?"
"Yes, but also no." Davy Jones replied cleverly, "I will gradually regain my strength."
"Really?" Long frowned, "A new era is coming, but many legends from the old era are reappearing in the world? It's really strange."
"I'm interested in the 'many legends of the old times' you mentioned. Please tell me."
"Haha, anyone who knew this would probably be wiped out by the World Government, but I don't think you are afraid of this kind of thing." Long smiled, bent down and sat down, clasping his hands and crossing his fingers.
"In addition to the old-era legend of the 'King of Hell' in the Deep Sea, there is also a 'Liberation Fighter' who lived hundreds of years ago. He was called 'Joy Boy'. It is said that whenever the old era falls, the new era When the era opens, he will appear again and lead the world to freedom."
"Interesting legend." Davy Jones nodded, his tentacles squirming.
"I want to know your views on this era." Long asked his question.
"Ha." Davy Jones laughed, "I'm afraid you asked the wrong person. To be honest, I don't care what this era is like. The old era and the new era are all the same to me."
Long shook his head, seeming to have forgotten the rules of this transaction, and started talking eloquently.
"The Age of Great Pirates that started before the death of Roger, the 'Pirate King', brought an influx of pirates to the Grand Line in greater numbers than ever before. They became so rampant that they gradually formed the 'Four Emperors' and the 'Shichibukai' pattern.”
"Some of them burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil, some were addicted to adventure and were elusive, and some were content with the status quo and separatist forces, but no matter what, most pirates still brought serious disasters to the world."
"They divided the territory on the Grand Line, collected protection fees, and engaged in various underground transactions, bringing chaos and disaster to the world. Do you think these things should be attributed to Roger's words before his execution? ? If he had not talked too much and said that the 'Great Secret Treasure' was on the Grand Route, would the world have been peaceful, stable, and safe?"
Long immediately shook his head and rejected his words.
"No, it won't be, because before the Great Pirate Era, the World Government was already causing serious trauma to the world. You see, the 'Celestial Dragons' collect 'Heavenly Gold' and will destroy a country if they cannot pay." Doesn’t he look exactly like a pirate?”
"Are there really so many pirates in this world? In fact, some people just failed to get permission from the World Government and went out to sea without permission. They were later labeled as 'pirates', but what they did Very different from traditional pirates.”
"Are the world governments protecting the world? No, they just want to maintain the status quo of domination and don't want more people to flock to the sea and bring change to the world."
"There are only three things in this world that cannot be stopped, 'inherited aspirations', 'human dreams', and 'waves of the times'."
Long straightened his upper body, revealing a pair of serious eyes under his green robe and hood. He looked at Davy Jones, already telling with his eyes that he was not joking.
“If the shackles of oppression in the old era cannot be released, then turning the table over completely might not be the best option.”
Davy Jones looked at him: "It seems that you are neither on the side of the World Government nor on the side of the pirates."
"I am a member of the revolutionary army and a part of the wave of the times." Long stood up from the wine barrel, "Perhaps your appearance will be one of the many omens, which means that the 'Blank History' will be announced soon. The world."
He tossed his robe and walked to the side of the ship: "I feel that we will meet again, just like the ocean currents in the four seas are divided, but they will eventually come together."
The dragon turned over and jumped off the Terror Ghost, took a small boat, slowly left, and finally disappeared.
Davy Jones stopped and watched this strange man go away, but he actually admired his ambition in his heart. This style of declaring war on the world and starting a revolution was not as simple as just using words.
It seems that the world after entering the Grand Line will be unusually magnificent, and Davy Jones, who was once feared on the sea, has already begun to look forward to it.
Then, he looked up at the observation deck on the ship's mast, and met the eyes of Alita, who was eavesdropping.
"Captain..." Arrita shrank her head in panic, "I didn't mean to listen, but I was on duty at night and suddenly heard someone talking on the deck, so I popped my head out to take a look..."
"It's nothing." Davy Jones shook his head, turned and walked to his room, "Just continue to watch the night."
"Yes, Captain."
He did not blame Arrita for not discovering Long's approach to the Terror Ghost in advance. After all, there was still reason to be reasonable. With the strength gap between Arrita and Long, it would be difficult for Long to detect the other's presence as long as she didn't want to.
With a snap, the door closed.
Seeing that the captain did not reprimand her, Arrita could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then she wrapped herself in a blanket and huddled up in the cold morning, waiting for dawn.
She didn't really hear the conversation between the captain and the dragon very clearly, but the bits and pieces of information revealed were enough for her to ponder for the rest of the night.
