Florence, Baltic Sea!
The dawn broke through the crimson darkness, and the fiery red sun jumped over the horizon, turning the distance into a golden color.
Layers of waves surged up on the blue and almost black sea. The turbulent water hit the side of the Black Pearl, spraying out snow-white spray. Under the refraction of the sun, colorful foam rose up.
On the deck, Jack D. Sparrow, wearing a blue robe, closed his eyes tightly and his body rolled in pain, as if he was experiencing a nightmare.
Standing next to him was a beautiful lady wearing a black retro gothic dress and a fine black gauze wide-brimmed hat hanging from her head.
Her face is white, her nose is straight, and her lips are thin and red. The only discordant thing is her cold eyes that are as bottomless as the ocean.
"Tentacles, distortion, reproduction, corruption, mixed with anger, wandering, fear, despair..."
The lady in the Gothic dress stared at Jack with cold eyes, reading the scene in his dream and the various emotions mixed in it.
"Wake up, I still have something to ask you."
A lazy and sweet voice came out of her mouth, accompanied by layers of illusory tones that seemed both beautiful and desolate.
About ten seconds later, Jack suddenly broke away from the nightmare full of twisted tentacles. His eyes looked at the black deck under his feet in horror, but the familiar sound of the waves rang in his ears.
"Good morning, Jack."
Hearing the sound, Jack D. Sparrow supported his body, raised his head with a huge black three-cornered hat, his eyes moved upward, and gradually settled on the lady wearing a black Gothic dress.
"Wei...High Priest Weyatu?"
Under the bright sunshine, Jack looked at the only female priest of Poseidon Church with a surprised expression. He suddenly felt that something was not real.
Am I on the Black Pearl? And High Priest Viatu is also here?
Shouldn't she be far away in Faslanca? Why did it appear on the Black Pearl? And I clearly remember that I fainted on the Black Island in the end...
"Tell me, what happened to you last night?"
"encounter......"
A strong electric current flashed through his mind, and Jack pressed his aching temples. He held on to the deck and tried to stand up. As soon as he exerted force on his waist, he almost fell again. He could only hurriedly reach out and hold on to the deck again to stabilize his balance.
"Let me think about it, ah... my head hurts so much, um... I experienced something last night..."
"Encountered..."
"I seem to remember that there was a pair of eyes on my back...back...nails...brain...intestines..."
A hemming sound came from Jack's mouth, as if it was blocked by something.
"Jack?"
Viatu quickly stretched out her left hand and took out a simple golden pocket watch from her chest.
Staring at the pocket watch in his hand with cold eyes, he opened it with a snap, and the hands inside slowly moved counterclockwise.
Tick tock...tick tock...
As time passed slowly, with a plop, Jack's legs knelt directly on the deck, and his eyes were filled with tiny and twisted reproductive organs from unknown time, which were entangled like seaweed and twisted. Movement mixed with joy.
"It's indeed contaminated!"
Viatu, who was wearing a long black gothic dress, raised her eyes slightly and stared at Jack, who was kneeling on the deck, and his whole body was undergoing strange changes.
Slender and smooth tentacles were intertwined, and many tentacles similar to reproductive organs were vying to extend from the throat. They opened a circular cavity, which was filled with layers of wriggling jagged spikes. It seemed that they were trying to penetrate Jack's body. The mouth looks like it's broken.
"disperse!"
It was still a lazy voice, but this time it was mixed with inexplicable and obscure power. The voice reached his ears, and then Jack's mind buzzed, and immediately a brand new picture emerged in his mind.
Layers of thick and gorgeous clouds dropped from the sky, intertwining into a dreamy road of white clouds, surrounding him layer by layer, staining his skin, eyes, palms, and hair.
"Bishop of the Clouds!"
The change faded away, and Jack's eyes quickly returned to their original black-gray color. He watched everything that happened to him, without panicking, and just sat quietly on the clouds, like a human sculpture.
At this moment, the surroundings became extremely quiet. The Black Pearl was no longer in sight, and there was no rough sea. Even the sound of the waves and the sails on the Black Pearl disappeared.
At this moment, two bare feet without shoes were hanging from the air, followed by a black gothic-style long quilted dress, and a voice that was not as gentle as before:
"Polluted by desire, you didn't expect to plant evil seeds in your body."
"Your Majesty the High Priest, do you mean that evil seeds have been planted in my body?" Jack's deep eye membranes suddenly became solemn, and he recalled the terrible scene just now.
"Well, but what you encountered was not a mythical extraordinary species. The pollution was not that serious. I have purified it. Now tell me what you encountered before that."
The voice of High Priest Viatu seems to have a special penetrating power, mixed with the inexplicable meaning of being irresistible, unconcealable, and undeceivable, making people want to surrender and worship the mysterious power above the clouds.
Florence...the white desert of Scandinavia...the black unknown island, and the giant underworld creature on the island...yes, I fought a battle with that thing...
Jack's thoughts became extremely active at this moment. He swallowed his saliva and spoke slowly, recounting everything that happened when he encountered the disguised monster...
.........
Faslanka, second floor of Frank's apartment!
Weinerson washed his face in the public washroom, looked in the yellowed mirror with black water stains, and showed a relatively healthy smile.
"I didn't expect the toothpaste in this world to be pink, but the taste is a bit strange, a bit like overnight soap with added fragrance."
Weinerson complained secretly, then left the bathroom, returned to the room and took out a 1-far note from under the pillow, which Irene gave him last night to pay for today's breakfast.
After rubbing the money that smelled like ink, he trotted all the way to the merchandise area and spent 10 pence on nearly 6 pounds of brown bread and some delicious low-quality butter.
"The price of bread has begun to stabilize, and meat has also dropped slightly. It is much cheaper than before..."
After the family had breakfast, Ms. put on a blue-checked suit that she had treasured for a long time and was reluctant to part with, while making comments and opinions to her sister and brother sitting beside her.
Today is Saturday, and it is also a day off for him and Gropius. Since they are temporary porters, there is no unified rest time, so the whole family decided to have a day off on Saturday.
Of course, women don’t dress formally on their days off, and strictly speaking, there’s another good thing that deserves praise and celebration, and that’s the issue of rental housing.
"In this society, it is quite rare to find a landlord as generous as Mr. Frank. To be honest, replacing a rental property for free at a very small cost is something I have never imagined."
"Mr. Frank told me yesterday that he wanted us to take a look today."
As Irene said this, she rummaged through the closet and found the old silk gauze hat. Although it had been mended several times, it was still the best hat.
"But Mr. Frank, why did you suddenly ask to change our house? What happened?"
Weinerson was a little confused for a moment. Although their landlord, Mr. Frank, was a well-known gentleman, there was still some inexplicable reason for renting out different houses at a small cost.
Gropius, who was already dressed in formal attire, was sitting on a chair. He looked through the expired newspapers he brought back yesterday and said with surprise:
"Weinersen, speaking of it, this is because of you. Mr. Frank knew that you were admitted to St. Honavitch University. Well, is it because of this?" Gropius turned his head to Eileen and Mies, his eyes asked.
"Yes, it's because you got admitted to college. Mr. Frank said that in order to celebrate the fact that one of his tenants has a college student, he made the following generous proposal."
Mr. Frank, the landlord, do you know that I was admitted to St. Honavitch University?
Strange, how did Mr. Frank know? I remember I only shared this news with Erin last night.
As his thoughts were spinning, Weinerson suddenly remembered the man in black robe and hood he saw last night.
He has been following Joseph Paxton, silently and silently, but judging from the outline of his body, he is somewhat similar to Mr. Frank...
