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Chapter 293 Become the captain instead!Eternal life!

"Is it the top of the boot?" she asked the sailor who had locked her up.

The person just giggled and walked away, she was either not a boot upper or wouldn't help, and not far down the aisle a sailor covered in barnacles was scrubbing the floor.

Elizabeth leaned her face against the railing and cried softly.

"Boot upper? Bill Turner?"

All she heard was a grunt in response, and Elizabeth let out a long sigh and sat down on the floor with her back against the wall.

It was useless, she couldn't find Will's father, she was locked in a cell, waiting to try the next crew member who passed by.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes opened on the hull beside her.

"You know my name!" said a voice hoarsely.

Elizabeth jumped up and scrambled away.

She stared at the hull in horror. There was a man embedded in the wood of this ship!He was hardly a human being, only the face seemed capable of movement.

But it was definitely Bill Turner—Will's father.

She felt deeply sorry for Will that his father had been reduced to such a being.

"I know your son," she said softly, "Will Turner."

The face of "Boot Gang" suddenly lit up: "William! How is he?"

Elizabeth nodded. She felt that omitting the truth was the most kind thing to do at this moment. His son was probably locked in the cell of the Black Pearl right now.

"He did it!" said the bootie in a tone of surprise, "He's still alive, haha!"

"Now he sent you to tell me he's coming to save me, he promised, God, he's on his way!"

Elizabeth's heart ached for the poor man and for Will.

She knew that the reason Will wanted to steal the Black Pearl was because he wanted to save his father too much.

But now, seeing how the upper of the boot had turned into this, she knew that all her hard work had been in vain.

There is nothing left to save the man, who is now just a piece of wood and a sea life.

"Yes," she said aloud, trying to sound excited.

"Will is alive, and he wants to help you."

Those two sentences were true, she couldn't say with certainty that he was on his way, but if it were possible, she knew he would.

But it was too late, hope was fading in the eyes of the boot upper.

Instead, a look of despair crawled across his face.

"No," murmured the boot-top, "he can't come, he shouldn't come."

"I don't know what he's going to do," Elizabeth admitted, "but I'm sure he'll do his best. You're his father."

Boot Upper looked at her with sad eyes: "I know you."

"He spoke of you, Elizabeth," said the old pirate.

"Yes," said Elizabeth, a little surprised that he remembered her name.

"He can't come to my rescue," said the bootie. "He shouldn't have come because of you."

"I?"

"You are Elizabeth," he said.

It was a while before the upper regained his attention.

"If Jones is killed," he said, "the man who killed him will take his place as captain, and live forever."

Seeing the terrified expression on her face, he added: "Everyone on board knows this fact, Elizabeth! The Dutchman must have a captain!"

"I see—" said Elizabeth, and at last she understood.

"If he saves me, he loses you."

"Yes." She said softly.

"He won't choose me," said the bootleg slyly. "I won't choose me either. The Flying Dutchman must have a captain."

"You said it," Elizabeth pointed out, and his words began to blur, as if he were losing his train of thought.

Upper nodded, and his features began to recede into the hull.

His voice grew weaker: "Tell him not to come! Tell him to stay away! Can you tell him? It's too late. I'm part of this ship, crew."

He closed his eyes, remained motionless, and now he looked like a sculpture, a wooden extension of the ship.

The man Will had known as his father was no longer there, and now Elizabeth had to live with that fact in silence.

......

In another part of the sea, not too far away, Endeavour's repairs were finally over and the Black Pearl was being pursued, with Lord Beckett standing on deck, gazing out to sea.

A navy captain named Glazer is looking at the horizon through a telescope.

Suddenly, Beckett saw something moving in the distance, he squinted his eyes, and then turned to the navy captain.

"Binoculars," he ordered succinctly.

Glazer handed him the binoculars, through which Beckett took a closer look.

Oddly enough, the movement seems to be made by a flock of birds congregating around something floating in the sea.

Beckett ordered the ship to head in that direction.

As Endeavor approached, the calls of the birds grew louder, and flocks of soaring birds shot into the air, flapping their wings, swirling and swooping down on the floating object.

It was a corpse, and Beckett pouted when he recognized the man as one of his men.

The bloated, pale body was strapped to two large barrels to ensure it adrift.

This was not an accident, this man was not only thrown into the sea, he was left floating on the sea as a signal.