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Jack, Elizabeth and Barbossa stepped out of the boat and walked along the white sand strip to the second boat, from where Lord Beckett, Davy Jones and Will Turner came towards them.
Three people from each side gathered in the middle of the sandbar, looking at each other.
Barbossa looked at Will angrily and growled, "You're the bastard who led the pack of wolves to our door."
"Don't blame Turner," said Lord Beckett slyly. "He's just a tool for your collaborators."
The aristocrat's eyes slanted to one side, and there was a slight smile on his thin lips: "If you want to see the great designer, please look to your left."
Elizabeth and Barbossa turned their heads and saw Jack.
Jack pretended to be puzzled, and turned to look to his left.
No one was there.
Jack raised his eyebrows and pressed his hands on his chest.
"Me?" he protested, "my hands are clean in this matter."
He glanced at his hands and explained, "Metaphorically speaking."
"I did it alone," Will agreed. "For my own purposes, Jack had nothing to do with it," he said.
"Here!" said Jack, "listen to what this tool has to say." Will frowned at him.
"Will," Elizabeth said, her voice softer than the last time he'd heard it.
He looked into her eyes and saw a forgiveness, or even sympathy, that he hadn't felt before.
"I've been on the Flying Dutchman," she said. "I understand the burden you carry, but I'm afraid that reason is gone."
She didn't think Boots Bill could ever be brought back to his old self, and she knew that if Will tried, he would be lost on the Flying Dutchman forever.
"Even if only one fool is fighting for this reason, this reason will not disappear." Will said seriously.
Elizabeth noticed his eyes on Jack. Was there a plan between them that she didn't know about?
Lord Beckett was not interested in games or reunions with old lovers.
He held up Jack's compass, looked straight at Jack and said, "If Turner wasn't acting for you, why would he give this to me?"
This evidence was enough to convince Barbossa.
Jack must have given Will the compass so that the East India Trading Company could find Shipwreck Island, the Brotherhood and the Pirate King.
Jack was the real traitor among them.
"You made a deal with me, Jack," Beckett went on, "hand over the pirates, they're here. Don't be shy, just stand up and claim your reward."
He tosses the compass to Jack, who takes it, looking guilty.
"In this day and age, what kind of reward is there for this kind of fraud?" Barbossa wondered.
Beckett pointed to Elizabeth. He knew how much his words would resonate. "It's her," he said.
Will was stunned.
is this real?Was Jack playing with him by offering him to kill Davy Jones?
Is this an elaborate plot so that Jack can steal Elizabeth away?
Beckett continued talking, enjoying the thrill of revealing the secret.
"When the smoke cleared and the Brotherhood was wiped out, he took Elizabeth in his arms on the Black Pearl, and laid the dead man's blame directly on his rival." He snapped at Will. Snap your fingers.
Everyone was thinking about it, and Will was shaken.
He didn't know what to believe, Jack was so unreliable it wasn't hard to imagine him betraying everyone in this way.
But it is also possible that Jack has been misleading Beckett.
Elizabeth is also confused, what does Jack want her to do?
She understands the Black Pearl, but do you still want to take her with you?This doesn't make sense.
Barbossa, on the other hand, was not at all confused.
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Chapter 302 Return to the Dungeon!Chen Feng's nightmare!
"Cough cough."
The pitch-black space was pulled away at an extreme speed.
Chen Feng woke up with the slapping wind on his face, feeling his throat was dry.
Compared with the short and distant life before I came to the reincarnation space, the scene at this time is even more weird.
Familiar yet unfamiliar.
You can smell the fragrance of green grass, and you can also hear the sound of birdsong and gurgling streams.
It is obviously a beautiful place like a paradise, but it gives people a chilling feeling that everything is false.
"here is......"
Chen Feng suddenly reacted.
"arena!"
The straight girl in front of her had her long hair rolled up, her eyes blinked, her expression was firm and stubborn, and she murmured:
"Die for who we are."
"Yes, to die for the real us!"
She stared at Chen Feng with her eyes, as if she felt a trace of warmth and hope.
Then he stretched out his hand, took the dark and ugly fruit, smiled calmly, raised his head and swallowed the berry into his throat.
"No!"
Chen Feng shouted and wanted to reach out to stop it.
But when the right hand was about to brush the girl's face, the girl drifted away like quicksand,