Tia Dalma was cornered.
She couldn't afford not to cooperate with Morin.
She had no choice.
Morin held something she needed to break her seal.
Without the Pirate King's totems, she would remain sealed forever.
And Morin was someone she couldn't track.
If the deal collapsed and Morin vanished, she would never find him again.
She didn't want to stay sealed forever.
People wanted to be beautiful.
Comparing Tia Dalma's appearance to Calypso's...
Anyone with functioning eyes knew which one to choose.
Even ignoring appearances, just looking at power and status made the decision trivial.
In the end, Morin obtained both an address and a totem.
According to Tia Dalma, the magic books were located at that address-hidden in a cave on an island.
A treasure.
Protected by powerful magic.
Only someone holding the totem could enter.
Morin didn't comment.
He would see for himself.
As for whether it was a trap...
He had other ways to deal with that.
Morin kept his word.
After getting what he wanted, he left Jack behind.
He even generously left the dinghy.
He planned to freeze the river and sea and stroll back at his leisure.
However.
Before Morin could move, Jack rushed out and jumped into the dinghy.
"Not staying?" Morin asked, amused.
"Well..." Jack pretended to think.
"I think I'll follow you, Boss. Life on the open sea suits me better."
"Is that so?" Morin nodded, not exposing him.
His hearing was good enough to catch the conversation inside the hut.
The reason was simple.
Jack had realized Tia Dalma had no intention of being with him as Calypso.
That was all.
Painfully realistic.
Tia Dalma had been hit too many times today and didn't bother stopping him.
So Jack escaped.
"Of course!" Jack swore. "I swear on my honor!"
"You just admitted you were lying," Morin said tiredly.
"Row. Let's go."
Jack didn't argue.
He paddled hard.
The contrast was too great.
A hideous, toothy black witch.
Versus a beautiful blonde goddess in a thin dress.
No one could accept that.
"Boss, where to next?" Jack asked after they boarded the ship.
"The address first, or somewhere else?"
"We're short on food and fresh water," Morin replied.
"Hm... true." He glanced around.
He'd kept his sense of smell suppressed from the beginning.
Even so, just looking was enough.
These pirates hadn't bathed in who knows how long.
In medieval Europe, bathing once every few weeks-or months-was normal.
Morin couldn't tolerate it.
As for food and water?
Easy.
After thinking briefly, Morin ordered the crew not to set sail.
Instead, he had them take the dinghies to the river.
Bathing.
Washing clothes.
He planned to use the time to modify the Black Pearl.
He had to.
There were no longitude or latitude coordinates here.
Tia Dalma had only given him a miniature island map.
Finding it required Jack's compass.
Otherwise, Morin would have to launch a satellite.
And the system's teleportation limits in this era were unavoidable.
But besides launching a satellite, there was another solution.
Modify the Black Pearl.
The Black Pearl was already the fastest ship of its time.
It could even rival later mechanically powered ships.
For Morin, that still wasn't fast enough.
Machines were out.
The consequences would be disastrous.
So he chose magic.
Morin chased the entire crew off the ship to bathe.
He wasn't worried about safety.
He purified the river with magic in advance.
Caught fish and shrimp.
Built ice walls.
An open-air bath.
"Alright..."
Morin looked around and began constructing magic formations in midair.
He wasn't deeply familiar with the Pirates of the Caribbean magic system.
But he had studied the Now You See Me system extensively.
With his intelligence, constructing simple magic was effortless.
"Manual mana input is too troublesome..."
"Automatic mana gathering. Absorb ambient mana from air and sea."
"Activation spell. Shutdown spell."
"Protection spell to prevent structural damage at excessive speed..."
Morin muttered while working.
Knowledge of ships and sailing-acquired from drinking rum under his [Alcoholic Constitution]-came together with magic theory.
During this process, he realized something unfortunate.
No matter the world, being bad at studying would ruin you.
Even in a magical world.
Magic wasn't something you just thought into existence.
It followed rules.
Laws.
To put it simply-
Magic was programming.
Using environmental elements as variables.
Writing functional "programs" that altered reality.
Reality wasn't a computer.
You couldn't copy-paste.
"Study hard. Improve every day," Morin muttered.
"Don't think transmigration lets you skip effort."
"Magic is harder than math..."
His thoughts wandered.
His hands didn't stop.
Condensed mana scattered radiant seven-colored light.
If his mental and physical endurance weren't absurdly high, an ordinary person would have collapsed.
Mana depletion.
Gray hair.
Baldness.
Probably all three.
During the modification, Morin discovered hidden magic already on the Black Pearl.
A mana-gathering repair enchantment.
A pleasant surprise.
After studying it, he planned to replicate it on his Demonic Sky-Slaying Blade armor.
That way, recent battle damage could be repaired automatically.
No factory.
No other world.
The principle was simple.
Program the "ideal repaired state."
Use mana to restore it gradually.
The difference was complexity.
The Black Pearl only needed water.
The armor needed mana, materials-
And a model hundreds of times more complex.
Don't learn magic.
Especially if you're bad at math.
Don't ask how he knew.
Despite the scale, it took Morin about ten minutes.
Then-
He glanced at the open-air bath.
The river was turning black.
Good thing he'd caught the fish beforehand.
After thinking briefly, Morin smiled.
And did a little prank.
Later, the crew finished bathing.
Changed clothes.
Returned to the ship.
They set sail and left the island behind.
As they departed, black water flowed upstream.
Toward a hut deep within the island.
Moments later, tides surged.
The sky darkened.
Something was throwing a massive tantrum.
"Press this to speed up. Press again for full speed. This stops it."
Morin explained calmly.
He glanced back at the now-distant island with a faint smile.
He could still see it.
Or rather-
He was watching it.
The "as long as someone is in your heart, they exist" aspect of [Specter Sniping] was excellent for long-distance observation.
"I feel like we're twice as fast!" Jack exclaimed, gripping the helm.
Morin had just finished explaining the modifications.
Simple.
One-button acceleration.
One-button stop.
The sails were unaffected.
Jack could still operate it the old way.
But for a man-
A ship was like a car.
Faster and steadier was always better.
"About one and a half times," Morin nodded.
"With tailwind and sails, ideally 2.5 times."
"About 37 or 38 knots."
"Roughly 70 kilometers per hour."
"I don't know what those are," Jack said sincerely.
"But thank you, Boss."
"As I said," Morin replied, "you help me, I help you."
"I keep my word."
"And this benefits me too."
"Take me to that island."
"Oh, by the way..."
"How much do you know about mermaids?"
"Mermaids?" Jack blinked.
"...Are you talking about the Fountain of Youth?"
"That thing is... strange."
"The Fountain of Youth?" Morin shook his head.
"Never yearn to know your doom, Jack."
"The mystery of life is living in the now."
He had plagiarized that line shamelessly.
"I don't need it to extend my life."
"That's a good point," Jack raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds familiar..."
"Pretty sure I've heard that before."
"Maybe you said it yourself?" Morin smiled knowingly.
In fact, Jack would say that exact line in the future.
"No," Jack denied after thinking.
"If I said that, I'd remember."
"And I'd add something."
"'Who needs the Fountain of Youth? As its discoverer, I've already become a legend.'"
"Exactly," Morin nodded.
That was Jack Sparrow.
He believed his legend was enough.
Even if the Fountain required sacrificing another life-
How many could truly refuse?
Death was the fairest ending.
But when offered a way to avoid it...
Most people wouldn't hesitate.
"But if not the Fountain..." Jack frowned.
"Mermaids," Morin said calmly.
"I said it from the start."
"...Boss," Jack slowly realized.
His eyes widened.
"Yes," Morin replied.
"You got it."
"Boss," Jack leaned in urgently, whispering.
"Even if mermaids are fish, they look human."
"You can't eat them!"
"And rumor says they eat people!"
Morin: "???"
Do I look like a foodie?
"Then..." Jack panicked, thought of another angle, and looked even more horrified.
"They don't have legs!"
"I'm not that desperate," Morin sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"I just want to see them."
"With my own eyes."
"...Oh," Jack froze.
"Yes," Morin said smoothly.
Jack clearly didn't know that mermaids could gain legs on land.
Ahem.
Morin was definitely not interested in a group of supermodels.
"If that's the case..." Jack recovered.
"Island first, or mermaids first?"
"The island," Morin waved his hand.
"Magic books come first."
Mermaids were a side quest.
The main quest came first.
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