Jack had long been inspired by the idea of ​​​​searching for this artifact, as soon as he found information about it in some too old book. It said nothing about the location of this artifact, only described its power.

Day after day, Jack re-read these lines, trying to find some clue, at least a small hint of where it might be. He tried to ask something about this artifact, but someone just shook his head, saying that this was complete nonsense. But there are those who supported his idea, telling everything they heard about it. And Jack put these pieces together, making up a whole picture of stories and rumors.

"The Key of Time is an ancient artifact in the form of a beautiful key inlaid with precious stones, made of a special alloy that can interact with the energy of time. Touching this key allows its owner to enter the depths of the time stream and control it." Jack barely audibly rereads the lines he already knows by heart. He was sitting in the back of one of the pubs and had almost finished a whole bottle of rum.

Jack Sparrow leaned back in his chair exhausted, having already lost any hope of finding this artifact, when his attention was attracted by the figure who sat down opposite him.