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He eagerly rolled the dice first, and then said to Will, "You are at the end of the road, you are eager to get married, but your destiny is destined to be with this ship for the rest of your life."
"I choose my own destiny," Will replied.
"That's not fate, is it?" Jones replied, "Five three."
Will took a deep breath and said, "Five six."
Jones stared into Will's eyes: "Liar."
Will opened the dice cup, and to everyone's surprise, he really had five sixes!
"Well done, Mr. Turner," said Jones, getting up to go.
Will has won the first game, and his father is free.
But Will was still not satisfied, he suddenly said: "One more game."
Everyone gasped.
Jones reminded him: "You can't beat a demon twice, young man."
Will smiled knowingly: "Then why did you go away?"
Jones was bearded with rage. He didn't like being provoked.
"What's the bet?" Jones asked Will, sitting down again.
"I bet my soul," Will replied, "a lifetime of hard labor."
"What do you want to win?" Jones asked.
"What's one's favorite thing you said just now?" Will asked, pulling out the cloth. "I want to win this."
Jones raised his huge head and growled, "How do you know about this key?"
"It has nothing to do with gambling, right?" Will asked him back.
Jones grimaced, and one of his tentacles dug into his shirt and pulled out the key, which was hanging from a chain Jones wore around his neck.
That's what Will wants to see, now he knows where the key is hidden.
He tried his best to restrain his satisfaction, and together with Jones, he smashed down the dice cup heavily.
Suddenly, another dice cup also fell down!
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Chapter 259 Betting on Lifetime Service!
Jones grimaced, and one of his tentacles dug into his shirt and pulled out the key, which was hanging from a chain Jones wore around his neck.
That's what Will wants to see, now he knows where the key is hidden.
He tried his best to restrain his satisfaction, and together with Jones, he smashed down the dice cup heavily.
Suddenly, another dice cup also fell down.
"I join." The boot gang looked at Jones and said, "It's the same as his bet, and I will serve you for life."
Boot Gang opened a new game without permission, and he looked at it: "The dice under the dice cup say I have three twos."
"Don't do it," Will begged.
If his father comes along, the stakes are high, and if Will loses, he'll join Jones' crew, but at least his father is free.
But if the boot gang loses, although Will is free, he himself can only be bound to this ship again.
Turning a deaf ear to his son's entreaties, Boots said only, "Will's dice are cast, and it's your call, Captain."
Davy Jones looked at his dice: "Say four three."
"Five three," Will said reluctantly.
"Seven fives," Jones told them.
It was impossible for Will to raise his voice any higher. He bluffed, "Eight five."
Jones smiled, knowing Will was lying: "Welcome to the team, kid."
"Twelve fives," cried Boots suddenly, and Jones glared at him, but Boots was firm. "Call me a liar, or call me louder."
Jones slipped the key back into his shirt. "Bootsman Bill, you're a liar. You're going to serve me on this ship all your life."
"William Turner, it's up to you if you want to go ashore, but it won't be until we dock next time." Jones laughed and left.
Will was furious: "You are so stupid! Why are you doing this?"
Boothang drooped his tired head and said, "I can't let you lose."
"It's not about winning or losing," Will said with a sigh.
Boots stared at Will for a few seconds before it dawned on him—it was to find the key.
At least Will did that!
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Late that night, the merchant ship called the Edinburgh Merchant appeared on the sea not far from the Dutchman.
The boots pulled Will to the front of the boat, quietly pointed to the mountain boat in the distance, and whispered to Will: "Your chance has come."
Will nodded, but he still had some work to do before he boarded the passing boat.
Will went to the captain's cabin and slipped in quietly. Jones fell asleep on the organ.
Will just took a step closer when Jones' finger suddenly hit a key, and the sound echoed throughout the cabin.
But the sleeping captain didn't move.
Will held his breath and tiptoed into the organ, pushing Jones's tentacled mustache aside to reach for the key.
Just as Will was removing the key from the chain, a tentacle suddenly grabbed the key and tried to drag it back.
Will looked down and saw the piece of cloth he was holding in his hand. He rolled up the piece of cloth and quickly stuffed the roll of cloth and kept holding on tightly.
Something was holding on, and the tentacle let go of the key contentedly, clutching the piece of cloth, and regained its composure.