07/01/2026
In the beginning, Captain Jack Sparrow sailed his ship straight into the rough high seas, where no sane man dared to go. Waves rose like walls. Thunder split the sky. Rain hammered the deck like falling nails. The sea screamed with anger, but Jack only laughed, gripping the wheel as if he commanded the storm itself.
Then hell opened.
Out of the darkness came enemy pirate ships, dozens of them, circling like wolves. Cannons fired without mercy.
BOOM!
The deck exploded. Men were blown apart. Wood, fire, and bodies flew through the air. Blood washed across the planks, mixing with rain and salt.
Jack’s crew fought fearlessly through the night and storm. Swords hacked. Pistols roared. Pirates screamed as steel crushed bone and sent them into the sea. Jack fought brutally—cutting down enemies, smashing faces, stabbing without hesitation. The ocean swallowed the dead.
Suddenly, the air filled with shrieks.
Cursed pirate birds of the Black Pool descended—rotting wings, burning eyes. They ripped into men’s flesh. Panic spread. Behind them charged mad pirate warriors, killers with no souls left. Jack slaughtered them—blade through chest, neck snapped, bodies thrown screaming into the waves.
Then… silence.
The sea began to churn.
From the depths rose a SEA MONSTER, massive and unstoppable. Tentacles crushed the ship. Men were dragged under, screaming until the water closed over them. Jack climbed through fire and blood, leapt onto the beast, and drove his blade deep again and again. The monster thrashed, howled, and finally collapsed into the ocean.
Victory came—but it destroyed everything.
The ship sank.
Broken survivors crawled onto a cursed island. Jack disappeared into the jungle, chasing whispers of hidden treasure.
On the island, enemy pirates ambushed him. The fighting was savage—blades clashing in mud, fists breaking jaws, blood soaking the sand. Jack killed relentlessly, leaving bodies behind like warnings. Still, they overwhelmed him.
He was captured, tied, beaten, left bleeding under the moon.
But Jack Sparrow does not stay chained.
He escaped in the night, killing his guards silently. The pirates chased him through the jungle, screaming for his death. He stole a small broken boat, barely floating, and vanished into the fog.
He reached the ancient city of treasure.
There, the final war erupted.
Pirates flooded the ruins. Jack became something else—feral, ruthless, unstoppable. He fought like a curse unleashed: slashing, shooting, burning enemies where they stood. Bodies fell in piles. The ground ran dark. Screams echoed until none were left.
At sunrise, Jack stood alone among the dead.
Wounded. Breathing hard. Smiling.
The treasure was his.
And the sea would remember the blood spilled in his name. ゚viralシfypシ゚viralシalシfollowers ิดค่าการมองเห็น
