Cash?
Card?
What kind of slang was that?
Was it some ancient and malicious curse?
This ghost Captain who had ruled the seven seas for a hundred years, this deep-sea devil who made countless pirates tremble in fear.
At this moment, his brain, that head filled with endless resentment and sorrow, for the first time experienced the predicament of insufficient processing power.
"I... want... my... heart..."
Davy Jones said, enunciating each word slowly.
Every syllable of his carried a bone-chilling coldness.
"I know, that's why I'm discussing the price with you."
Roger put down the tin megaphone, his face showing a look of utter reasonableness.
"Do you think this is a charity here?"
"We, the explorer, are a legitimate commercial company; every transaction must follow procedures and have accounts."
"Gibbs!" Roger called back.
"Here, Captain!"
Gibbs scrambled over.
"Issue an invoice to this Octopus-bro, with 'The Flying Dutchman' as the header, and the item as 'Valuable Heart Storage and Maintenance Service'."
"Alrighty!"
Davy Jones's single eye stared intently at Roger, the fury in his eyes almost materializing.
He had crossed half the world, following that faint heartbeat, chasing from the Caribbean Sea all the way to this unfamiliar Eastern sea region; he had imagined countless scenarios for their reunion.
Either a bloody battle, or a desperate standoff.
He had only not imagined it would be like this.
Like an owner who forgot to pay his property fees, blocked at the door by security.
"It seems you don't intend to pay."
Roger, seeing no reaction from him for a long time, shook his head regretfully.
"Not paying is fine, but then this thing can't be considered yours; it can only be considered lost property on my ship."
"According to company regulations, for such unclaimed biologically active waste, we are required to carry out harmless disposal."
Roger said, then turned and walked towards the Captain's Cabin.
"Wait a moment, I'll go get it for you."
On the deck, everyone held their breath.
Jack Sparrow, sprawled on the ground, watched Roger's leisurely departing back, feeling like he was suffocating.
He was going to get it!
He was really going to get that thing!
"Cap... Captain... don't..."
Jack wanted to shout, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.
Davy Jones didn't move.
He merely stood at the bow, his enormous crab claw slowly clenching, emitting a teeth-grating "creak."
He wanted to see where this mortal, who dared to humiliate him, had hidden his heart, in what secret and noble place.
A few seconds later.
Roger walked out of the Captain's Cabin.
He held a fire poker in his right hand, and at the other end of the poker, something was clamped.
A wet, human heart, still beating "thump, thump."
The heart looked weathered, and a few inexplicable... hairs were still clinging to it.
An indescribably complex scent diffused with the sea breeze.
"Damn it, Captain, you..."
Billy looked at the heart, then at the fire poker in Roger's hand.
"Where did you just fish that out from?"
"What hotpot, this was just fished out of the toilet."
Roger said with a look of disgust.
"Don't know which scumbag didn't flush after using it; it's been clogged for days."
Roger's voice wasn't loud.
But on this dead silent sea, it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Toilet.
Clogged.
Plunged out?
These words, like three bolts of lightning, struck Davy Jones's forehead with precision.
His eyes widened inch by inch.
He saw it.
He saw his heart, which held all his love and hate, all his pain and despair.
It was being disdainfully dangled in mid-air by a fire poker used for picking up coal.
Water was still dripping from it.
Water from the toilet.
Time, at this moment, stood still.
The sorrowful organ music abruptly ceased.
The churning thick fog paused.
On the sea, there was a deathly silence.
"Here, your heart."
Roger held the heart with the fire poker and offered it forward.
"Still want it?"
"If not, I'll throw it back and flush it again; this time I guarantee it'll be clean."
"Roar—!!!"
A roar, unlike that of a human or any creature, as if from the deepest depths of hell, suddenly exploded!
The tentacles on Davy Jones's octopus face stood on end like furious vipers!
His single eye instantly became bloodshot, turning scarlet!
A visible black energy wave, centered on him, erupted with a boom!
The entire Flying Dutchman trembled violently under this fury!
The sails flapped wildly, and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals on the deck all knelt down in unison under this oppressive force!
Even the hull of the explorer shuddered violently with this roar!
"You... deserve... to die!!!"
Davy Jones's voice was no longer the previous chilling tone, but pure, all-consuming rage!
His heart, which had been placed in a toilet and then plunged out!
He suddenly pointed at Roger.
"I will drag you! Along with your ship! Your crew! All of you to the ends of the world!"
"I will make your soul! In my demonic realm! Wail for ten thousand years!"
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