Pirates: Davy Jones is the captain of the Dread Ghost

Chapter 367: What I experienced in the Sea of ​​Dead Souls
The next morning, before the sea fog near Victor's Island had receded, the dilapidated Terror Ghost was already facing the path of sunlight after dawn, preparing to set sail.

"Your Majesty." Haldin knelt down, but his giant body still required him to lower his head to look down at Davy Jones and the others.

He said respectfully: "I will wait for the return of you and Mr. Marco on Victor's Island."

Davy Jones decided to take only Marco, Kidd and Perona into the unpredictable Sea of ​​Dead Souls, leaving Haldin to lead the soldiers to garrison Victor's Island.

He had a hunch that the Sea of ​​Dead Souls was not a place that ordinary soldiers could safely enter, at least not yet.

And this group of ordinary soldiers needs a leader, and that person is Haierdin.

"Haildin, no matter what happens in the direction of Beehive Island and the Sea of ​​Dead Souls, don't act rashly. Just wait for us to come back." Davy Jones reminded.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In the harbor of Victor's Island, after bidding farewell to Haldin, Davy Jones used his mind to control the Terror Ghost into the sea, heading towards the Sea of ​​Dead Souls.

Perona, who has long pink hair, is holding a bear doll in one arm, and raising her other hand, there is a three-ball record pointer dedicated to the new world.

"Your Majesty, continue walking in this direction, and you will reach the Sea of ​​Dead Souls in one day."

"Ah."

Marco was quietly peeling the pineapple with a fruit knife and preparing another jar of salt water.

Kidd crossed his arms and leaned against the gunwale, raising his head and letting the sea breeze ruffle his spiky red hair.

However, contrary to Perona's expectations, it only took the Terror Ghost more than half a day to reach the outskirts of the Sea of ​​Dead Souls.

"It's impossible..." Perona blinked her black pearl-like eyes, frowned in confusion, and gently tapped the record pointer.

"I obviously calculated based on the speed of the Terror Ghost. Could it be that this thing is broken?"

She learned a lot of navigation skills from the "original navigator" Bolqi, including measuring distance and speed.

"It has nothing to do with the record pointer." Davy Jones put his hands on the gunwale of the ship's bow and looked into the distance with his ice-blue eyes. "It's the sea of ​​dead souls that is expanding and spreading."

"If we don't go to the Sea of ​​Dead Souls, it will sooner or later swallow up Victor Island, then Phoenix Island, and finally Wano Country..."

At this time, it should have been dusk with the setting sun like blood and the sunset glow filling the sky, but the sky was completely dark, and the clouds seemed to be dripping with ink.

In front of the Horrible Ghost, there are mountains and mountains of mist. They are like rows of towering trees growing in the sea, and they are like walls blocked together.

The cold wind blew through, and Perona's thin body instantly became bitingly cold.

She exhaled hot air into the palms of her hands, and then realized that the three spherical record hands on her wrists were spinning crazily!
"Captain..." Perona forgot the identity of Davy Jones for a moment and recalled the original title.

Davy Jones just glanced at it and replied: "The record pointer has no use here, put it away."

He took out the black compass from his pocket. After opening the lid, the pointer above only rotated a few times and then swayed slightly, pointing in a general direction.

"Go over there."

With a word from Davy Jones, the Terror Ghost sailed completely into the sea of ​​dead souls like another world.

The black ship pierced through the thick fog like a dagger, but the range it could see was still limited.In addition to the cold sea breeze blowing, there was also a scary and faint crying sound in the distance.

Marco and Kidd looked around, but couldn't see a ghost, and both felt that something was very evil.

But Perona quite likes this gloomy and gloomy environment, and even thinks it's cool, but the cold climate makes her a little intolerable.

The deeper the Horrible Ghost went deeper into the Sea of ​​Dead Souls, the more chaotic sounds it heard, like ghosts crying and wolf howling, they were like buzzing flies, entangled in everyone's ears.

"What is that?" Marco adjusted his glasses, squinted his eyes, and tried his best to see clearly the black shadow floating on the sea not far away, "It seems like..."

"Ghosts...ghosts...souls..." Kidd put his hands on the gunwale and gritted his teeth, "No matter what you call them, we have seen them before."

The ghosts that Perona had just called out to protect her were like kites with broken strings, getting rid of her control. After drifting for a while, they plunged into the sea water.

"How could it be...my ghost actually doesn't obey my orders..." Perona felt incredible and sensed danger for the first time.

She thought that with her abilities, she would be at home in the Sea of ​​Dead Souls, but she didn't expect that she was in such a situation now, and her abilities were restrained instead!
In the dark sea water, in addition to Perona's ghost, there were also many pure white or faint green figures floating.

Without exception, they are almost identical to the last moments of their lives.

There are gorgeous aristocratic costumes, ragged poor people costumes, fierce pirate costumes, and neat navy costumes...

Most of the dead souls lurked deep under the sea surface. When they saw the Terror Phantom or sensed the breath of living people, they came to the surface of the sea like fish to breathe.

They stretched out their dry-looking, cold-looking hands and grabbed hold of the broken planks of the Terror Ghost's hull, climbing up on all fours like lizards.

The entire black ship suddenly seemed to be covered with barnacles in all directions, densely packed with dead souls.

Their eyes are dull, their speech is unclear, and their movements are slow, but they can emit some kind of strange murmur like a resonance.

Marco blocked his ears, but the sound only stopped for a few seconds before being transmitted into his mind.

His breathing began to quicken, and he began to sweat profusely for some reason. The same situation happened to Kidd and Perona. The three of them all looked at Davy Jones for help.

"captain!"

Davy Jones noticed the wavering in the eyes of the three of them. Normally, they would not be like this even if they were surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

After all, I have followed him for so long.

But those gibberings did affect their minds, making them unable to think as they normally would.

"It's quite interesting here." Davy Jones smiled. When he came to the Sea of ​​Dead Souls, he felt as if he was back home.

"Marco, Kidd, Perona, repel these dead souls."

"This is the 'world of death', the 'end of the world'. We are all dead now, and the battle between dead souls is no different from normal."

"They are just a wisp of smoke or a cloud of mist."

(End of this chapter)