Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

In Dominica, filming for Pirates of the Caribbean was nearing completion, with only one final night scene left to shoot.

The cast and crew were filming on a small island about 3,000 meters from Dominica. Everything had gone smoothly.

After the shoot, everyone boarded local wooden boats for the return journey.

But the winds on the sea were unpredictable.

A sudden gust roared through, and Martin noticed Keira Knightley's boat drifting off course.

"Damn it! Head over there, quick!"

Martin immediately ordered the locals steering his boat to head toward Keira's drifting vessel.

"There are a lot of reefs in that direction," one of the rowers warned.

"Exactly why we need to go! Can't you see that my friend and your colleague are in danger?" Martin shouted.

"They're wearing life jackets. There's no need for us to risk our lives," another local crew member objected, clearly unwilling to take risks in such dangerous conditions.

Martin didn't waste time arguing. "Get over there. I'll pay each of you fifty dollars when we get back."

Money talks. To handle these small-time workers, Martin didn't even need to use his magical abilities.

The mention of fifty dollars reignited their courage. They immediately began rowing hard toward Keira's boat.

As they closed the gap to about 50 meters, Keira's boat suddenly jolted and came to a halt, spinning in circles.

Amid the howling wind, Martin could hear Keira's terrified screams piercing the chaos.

"Damn it! They've hit the reef! There are reefs ahead—we can't go any further!"

One of Martin's crew shouted in panic.

"Shut up and keep going. I'll pay you each a hundred dollars!"

Martin stripped off his life jacket as he spoke.

"If you don't get closer, I'll drown, and you won't get a penny."

"Wha—what are you doing?"

The crew stared in shock as Martin removed his shirt, revealing his toned upper body. He moved to the bow, stretching briefly as if preparing to dive.

"I'm going into the water to save them." Martin's answer was succinct before he dove gracefully into the sea.

"He must be insane!"

"Going into the water in this weather without a life jacket? That's suicide!"

"The waves are too big. He'll never make it!"

Before their words had even finished, a two-meter wave crashed down, swallowing Martin's figure from sight. Meanwhile, Keira's boat was rocking violently in the surf, and she was thrown into the water with a scream.

"Damn it! What do we do now?"

The crew turned to the oldest among them, who stared wide-eyed at the sea.

Moments later, he shouted, "Look! He's surfaced!"

Sure enough, Martin reappeared, cutting through the water with astonishing speed.

"My God, this guy's incredible!"

"Row! Let's get closer—for the hundred bucks!"

Nearby, other boats noticed the commotion and quickly moved in, but none dared venture too close to the reefs.

Only Martin's boat pressed forward, motivated by the promise of money.

Director Gore Verbinski watched through binoculars, his anxiety peaking when he realized Martin was no longer on his boat.

He scanned the sea and spotted Martin swimming toward Keira's boat with the speed and grace of a dolphin, slicing through waves with ease.

"Holy sh**! That's Martin! My God, he's like a fish!"

He didn't hear the ecstatic cries from Martin's boat:

"God above, he's a sea god! That man's a sea god!"

Verbinski redirected his binoculars toward Keira's boat.

"Holy sh**! Keira's overboard! Damn it!"

His heart sank. The last thing he wanted was for his film to be delayed by a tragedy.

"Get closer! Someone's in the water!" he shouted at his crew.

"No, sir. We can't. There are reefs everywhere," one crew member replied.

"Then why are they going?" Verbinski pointed to Martin's boat.

"They must be insane!"

By now, Keira Knightley had swallowed several mouthfuls of seawater.

Despite her life jacket, the increasingly rough waves made it impossible for her to stay upright.

Panic set in as she struggled to stay afloat, surrounded by dark waters and towering waves that obscured her vision.

Am I going to die here?

No, I can't die. I'm too young. I haven't even married Martin yet. I haven't had his children!

"Oh, God, I don't want to die!"

"Somebody, help me!" she screamed desperately.

Just then, as if her prayers had been answered, a figure burst through a towering wave ahead of her.

"Keira!"

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Is that… Martin?!"

"Keira!"

Martin's voice drew closer.

Through the chaos of the waves, she saw him cutting through the water, unrelenting even against the storm. He looked like a god incarnate.

Tears blurred her vision.

"Martin! I'm here!" she cried.

"I see you!"

The next moment, water splashed around her as Martin emerged beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. His voice was calm and reassuring.

"Don't be afraid. Don't panic. I've got you. Trust me—I won't let anything happen to you."

"Okay," Keira murmured softly.

At her most helpless and despairing moment, Martin's arrival had an earth-shattering impact on her.

"I'm taking off your life jacket now. Don't be scared—it's in the way."

"I trust you, Martin!"

Her eyes were filled with adoration, her expression as soft as melted ice cream.

Martin removed her life jacket, flipped her around so her back was against his chest, and slid one arm under hers, securing her firmly as he swam back toward the boat.

"Row faster! Come on!" Verbinski shouted frantically.

From another boat, Orlando Bloom was also shouting in panic.

He had been one of the first to notice the trouble. Watching through binoculars, he had been stunned when Martin dove into the sea to save Keira.

Western culture often emphasized self-preservation, making such selfless acts rare and even more impactful when witnessed.

Martin's bravery left Orlando in awe.

But the most excited person was the cameraman on another boat.

"Holy sh**, I got it all! Every damn second! Martin is a miracle!"