Port Royal – Broken Square
The mont Liu Che’s vast, divine gaze fell upon Jack Sparrow, the roguish pirate instantly felt his heart lurch into his throat.
His legs gave out, his face plastered itself flat onto the cold, blood-slicked stone, and his body trembled like a leaf caught in a storm.
I’m dood!
The God still hasn’t forgiven !
Beside him, his terrified crew barely dared to breathe.
Many covered their heads, leaving only their nostrils exposed like terrified ostriches.
When the Eternal God arrived earlier, they had dared to hope that their Captain’s sacrifices — all those bloody souls and priceless treasures — would earn forgiveness.
But now... it was clear.
The God had not forgotten Jack’s earlier deceit.
And divine wrath... was absolute.
The suffocating divine pressure felt heavier than a mountain.
Jack’s mind spun wildly.
He wanted to beg, to cry, to grovel.
But his tongue was stuck like stone in his mouth.
Liu Che’s voice, vast and solemn, rolled through the heavens:
"Jack Sparrow."
It was like a thunderclap.
Jack clutched the ground harder, his teeth rattling.
Behind him, his n whimpered like beaten dogs.
The Eternal God continued, tone neither angry nor kind — but like a cold judge reading a verdict:
"At the beginning, I granted you extraordinary power...
But you squandered my grace.
You drank, you whored, you lazed."
"You betrayed the trust given to you."
The words hamred into Jack’s heart like nails.
Each one heavier than the last.
However, there was a slight turn in the divine decree:
"But...
Since you now recognize your mistakes,
and since you have strived to redeem yourself through blood sacrifice..."
"I shall punish you lightly."
Jack shuddered.
Light punishnt?
He dared not hope — but he still trembled like a leaf.
Then ca the sentence:
"For three hundred years, you and your crew shall live inhuman lives."
"You shall forsake the pleasures of the flesh.
No woman shall you touch.
No lust shall you know."
"If you labor diligently, and spread my doctrine across the seas,
your sentence may be lifted early."
"Fail — and you shall die mortal deaths, forgotten by ti."
—
BOOM!
As the divine judgnt ended, a rain of shimring petals — dream-flowers — cascaded down from the sky.
Each flower brushed Jack and his crew.
Imdiately, they felt their bodies strengthened — vitality surging —
But at the sa ti, a certain... "urge" was sealed away.
Forever suppressed.
Jack’s jaw dropped.
Wait, what the hell?!
No won for three centuries?!
He almost coughed blood on the spot.
But compared to death — compared to obliteration —
This was still a rcy.
At least I’m alive...!
At least I still have strength...!
Around him, the citizens of Port Royal — and even his own crew — began looking at him with undisguised contempt.
Whispers rose:
"Serves him right..."
"Even tricked a God... only pirates could be so brazen..."
"Luckily the Eternal God is rciful, or we’d all be dead by now..."
Jack’s old reputation as a cunning rogue had now firmly evolved into that of a cunning fool.
—
Jack banged his forehead against the ground again, blood saring across the cracked stones.
"My great God!!" he cried loudly.
"I, Jack Sparrow, swear by the winds and tides —
From this day forward, promoting your na will be my life’s only mission!!!"
He kowtowed again and again until his forehead cracked open.
What is pride?
What is sha?
Before the true God — those things were less than dust.
Jack gritted his teeth and vowed to himself:
Just you wait. I still have the Wanjie Chat Group!
I, Jack Sparrow, shall rise again!
—
The Eternal God’s voice softened slightly:
"Continue to labor, Jack Sparrow.
This island shall beco a sacred place of pilgrimage.
And as for Elizabeth Swann... she shall follow into the Divine Realm."
A dazzling ray of seven-colored divine light descended.
It enveloped the beautiful Elizabeth, lifting her gently into the skies.
The entire island stared, slack-jawed.
She was going... to the abode of the gods!
She would beco an immortal servant of the Eternal God!
An honor beyond mortal comprehension.
The people watched, envy burning in their hearts.
When the light faded and night returned, it took them a long ti to realize:
—
anwhile, Jack turned to Lanster, the priest who had stolen his mont of glory.
Looking at the man now clad in thunderous divine energy, Jack forced a twisted smile:
"Brother... let’s work together, shall we? We can spread the faith faster that way."
But Lanster snorted coldly.
"Cooperate?" he sneered, brushing Jack’s hand off rudely.
"With soone who even dares to deceive a God?
Dream on."
Jack’s face darkened.
Lanster lifted the glowing Thunder God’s Spear gifted by the Eternal God, the lightning crackling around him as he sauntered away, whistling.
Every step mocked Jack’s helpless fury.
Damn bastard!!
Jack clenched his fists.
He wanted to grab that self-righteous idiot and throttle him.
But alas — he had no choice.
Not now.
—
The blind man — Jack’s loyal first mate — scurried over, his expression bitter.
"Boss... what do we do now?"
Jack gritted his teeth until he almost snapped them.
Then a sinister glint lit his eyes.
"Simple."
He smirked.
"We find smarter people to help spread the faith!"
"Who?" the blind man asked.
Jack tapped his temple aningfully.
"Who else?
Elizabeth’s father — the Governor!"
A governor’s influence was massive.
Through him, Jack could lay foundations far broader and stronger than a re priest’s efforts.
He would build the largest congregation the Caribbean had ever seen — and redeem himself fully.
Lanster?
You want to fight ?
Hah. Just watch .
Jack touched the Pirate King Token hidden in his clothes.
When the ti ca to truly sacrifice treasures and legends like Calypso, he would show the world who the true favored envoy of the Eternal God was!
—
In the dungeon...
Governor Swann sat gloomily in his cell, head bowed.
Pride warred with fear in his heart.
His daughter had ascended to the heavens.
How could he not feel proud?
Yet... what of himself?
Would he rot here under Jack Sparrow’s cruel hand?
Click.
The cell door opened.
Torchlight revealed Jack Sparrow standing there, grinning slyly.
"Mr. Governor," Jack said with a theatrical bow, "shall we discuss a little... cooperation?"
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