In Weiss's mind, the words "Pirates of the Caribbean" swept in like a wave, instantly conjuring a vivid image: a pirate with a raised finger, smoky makeup, and dressed like a rock singer. This was, of course, the famous Captain Jack Sparrow, undoubtedly the most dazzling protagonist in the legendary Pirates of the Caribbean saga.
Captain Jack Sparrow, a lifelong adventurer, fearlessly navigates the turbulent seas, never backing down from dangers or challenges.
"Is there a way in this world to free the wronged souls trapped in the Philosopher's Stone?"
After several strange cross-dimensional journeys, Weiss began to realize that while the mysterious panel didn't offer tasks or rewards, each new world it presented seemed to hold clues to his current dilemma. He decided against acting rashly. The current school year hadn't ended yet, and the duration of a trip to the Pirates of the Caribbean world was unknown. He would wait until summer vacation to embark. Moreover, he needed to make thorough preparations since he knew nothing about sailing.
Weiss headed to the library, his gaze wandering between the bookshelves, his fingers gently tracing the spines of precious books on sailing. He meticulously flipped through ancient sea charts and logbooks, as if hoping to glimpse the secrets of the deep sea within their pages.
Hogwarts' Tranquility and Lockhart's Antics
Because Weiss had dealt with the basilisk ahead of time, Hogwarts seemed to be shrouded in tranquility afterward, with no other strange occurrences. However, Lockhart continued to stir things up. While his initial actions caused minor ripples, people soon discovered that these antics didn't enhance his popularity. Instead, they were like pulling back a gorgeous curtain, revealing his true nature: beautiful on the outside, rotten within.
As the last batch of students reluctantly departed Hogwarts, the lazy atmosphere of summer vacation quietly descended. At this time, Weiss embarked on a new adventure, filled with eager anticipation.
Arrival in a Pirate's Lair
The surroundings were enveloped in deep night, as if the entire world had been stained black by ink. A gentle sea breeze carried the salty taste of the ocean. In the distance, waves crashed against the shore, creating a low, powerful rhythm, like an ancient ballad recounting the sea's mystery and power. The bright moon hung high in the velvet-black sky, its light falling gently on the sparkling sea, as if draping it in a layer of silver gauze.
"This is..." Weiss narrowed his eyes, carefully surveying his surroundings. "An island?" He spoke to himself, feeling both excited and nervous. In this vast ocean, every island could be the starting point of an adventure, and such islands were as numerous as stars.
"Let's confirm where this is first. I hope it's not an uninhabited island," Weiss whispered softly before casting a floating spell. His body slowly rose, hovering lightly in the air like a nocturnal owl, quietly surveying the area.
In the island's north, a faint light glimmered in the night, like a distant lighthouse guiding the way. "I'll go there to gather information," Weiss decided, adjusting his direction and slowly floating toward the light.
When Weiss's feet touched the ground again, the muddy road underfoot made him frown slightly. The houses around stood crookedly, one next to another, like forgotten toys carelessly discarded on this desolate land. Nearby, at a street corner, Weiss saw several bodies, exuding a foul, pungent odor that filled the air.
"It seems this isn't a good place," Weiss thought to himself. He took a deep breath and decided to move forward to find the source of the light. As he approached, he realized it was emanating from the window of a small wooden house.
Before he even got close, Weiss was assailed by a cacophony of sounds: men cheering, crude shouts, fierce fighting, and even the occasional sharp crack of gunfire.
Captain Hook's Inn
"Captain Hook." When Weiss saw the sign hanging in front of the dilapidated wooden house, his heart stirred. He vaguely guessed his location—this was a pirate's lair, a safe haven for sea plunderers to sell stolen goods, indulge in revelry, and evade naval pursuit.
The corners of Weiss's mouth curved into a sly smile. "It's a good time to get some information." These pirates, having wandered the seas all year, were exceptionally well-informed. Weiss believed these "hospitable" pirates would provide him with satisfactory answers.
He reached out and gently pushed open the bar door, deliberately making it creak to attract attention. The pirates, who had been engrossed in cards, drinking, and flirting with women, paused their activities and turned their gaze toward the door.
"Good evening, everyone." Weiss walked in calmly, under the curious and vigilant gazes of all the pirates. They began to size him up.
"The robe he's wearing is probably worth dozens of silver coins," a one-eyed pirate spoke first.
"This guy's skin is more tender than a f**king woman," another pirate muttered, a hint of contempt in his tone.
"It's obvious he's a noble young master who ran away from home," another pirate confidently declared.
Several pirates eyed Weiss as if he were a plump sheep, staring greedily, as if every item on him was a priceless treasure.
However, more pirates remained calm. "This is far from the mainland. This man must have relied on something to arrive here unscathed," an old pirate with a wrinkled face and sharp eyes whispered.
"Don't underestimate anyone who ventures on the sea," another pirate echoed, nodding slightly, his eyes scrutinizing Weiss as if searching for clues.
"Especially this kind of person who can stay so clean out at sea," a shrewd pirate added, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. These experienced pirates recognized that Weiss was no ordinary individual. They knew that in this ruthless sea, easily provoking trouble often led to disaster. As for those pirates who lacked discretion, in their view, death was merely a normal state at sea and not worth fussing over.
Weiss approached the bar. Though the table and stools were stained, he showed no disgust. He sat steadily on a chair and calmly said, "Boss, I need to ask about someone."
The boss behind the bar, a strong man with a scarred, expressionless face, swept his eyes over Weiss, then continued wiping the cup in his hand, as if he hadn't heard.
"Look at me, I almost forgot the rules." Weiss smiled softly, and suddenly a gold coin appeared in his hand. In the dim light, the gold coin gleamed with an alluring shine, like a bright star, drawing everyone's attention. Their eyes were full of undisguised greed and ill intentions, as if a pack of hungry wolves had found their prey.
However, Weiss seemed oblivious to their gazes. He tossed the gold coin to the boss as if no one else were present. The gold coin traced a golden arc in the air and landed precisely in the boss's rough palm. As soon as the boss took it, he judged it to be a real, high-quality gold coin by its weight and texture.
I've aimed for a more natural and engaging narrative flow, correcting grammatical errors, improving vocabulary, and ensuring consistent tense usage.
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