Assassin’s Adventure

Facing a beautiful woman who was defenseless, what else could Gordon do? Of course, she threw her on the bed and tied her hands and feet tightly with flyers and towels.

"Huh, it's really tiring."

Gordon looked at Quelin who was **** in a seductive pose, and just sat on the head of the bed and lit a cigar, and then a cigarette, although it was a one-sided binding.

"Damn Gordon, you bastard."

Quinlin, who was tied into a seductive pose by Gordon, was very embarrassed and angry, as if she already knew what would happen to her next.

She struggled **** the bed, but couldn't break free.

"Wow, someone called me the handsome Captain Gordon, the fearless, the courageous. It's the first time someone called me the **** Gordon, Quelyn, well, I still quite like this title."

Gordon sat by the bed, looked at the moon outside the window, and hummed an unknown song until Queline finally got tired of struggling.

"Captain Gordon, what do you want?"

She didn't move like she intended. During this period, she didn't even look at herself, but raised her head. Queline also calmed down and asked.

Gordon turned his head, a blood line of blood flowed out from the right nostril, and quickly wiped it with his hand.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want the children below to despise me. You know, it's been less than half an hour since we came up to now, so I'll leave now, tsk tsk."

"Hey, you're completely unconvincing like this, okay?"

"Well, sorry."

Gordon tore off some of the sheets, then wiped the blood from his hands and nose.

Both of them were a little silent. Gordon looked at this woman, his brother had his arm chopped off, and he was tied to the bed for revenge by himself. It was really sad.

"Quilin, about your brother..."

"I don't want to mention this."

"All right."

"Can you leave? I want to be quiet by myself."

"Hey, did you make a mistake, what exactly is the tone of this command?"

But while she was talking, Queline suddenly burst into tears and wet the pillow towel: "Gordon, don't fall into my hands, or you will regret it."

Seeing Queline cry for no apparent reason, Gordon was also a little soft-hearted. He hated the tears of women, let alone beautiful women.

"ok Miss Quelin, I'll leave first."

Gordon walked out again and closed the door. The world is really complicated.

"Did I do something wrong? No."

Another half an hour passed, and there was no movement in the room at all. Gordon opened the door again, only to find that Quelin, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, had long since disappeared. The short spear that fell to the ground in the wind was gone, and the dagger was inserting a page of paper.

"Damn Gordon, we're not done with this."

Gordon looked at the piece of paper and smiled, then threw it out of the window and let it drift away in the wind. You think the whole world is so big as a village. Let's talk about it when you find me in the future.

"Oh, my God, I finally caught this cunning little thing."

A childish cheer came from the hall below.

He lay on the bed with the warmth and fragrance still remaining, and slowly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Gordon exchanged two silver coins for a cat in a cage. The extra money was the price of the cage, as well as the kid's medical expenses. This black cat was not ordinary. There were three scratches on his face.

By the time they arrived at the dock, the Jackdaw was almost ready to sail, and the sailors were busy carrying drinks from a warehouse to the ship.

Mitch watched Gordon come back with a cat, and quickly stepped forward to take it.

"Captain, it's almost there, I'll be waiting for you."

"By the way, Mickey, the captain has to make a rule that no one can hurt my cat. By the way, I'm going to name this cat Queline."

"I know the captain."

Gordon returned to the ship building, and the sailors also finished carrying the fresh water and wine.

"The captain returns to the ship! Everyone returns to their posts, ready to set sail!"

"...Go back to your post and get ready to set sail!"

The lookout began to climb up the lookout room along the ship's ropes, and the sailors took their places. Five sailors inserted sturdy square sticks into the ship's main winch.

Gordon took out his binoculars and had a clear view of the shoals and reefs around the port.

At this time, the morning sun was just rising, and the clouds on the horizon shed a red morning glow. Listening to the seagulls starting to chirping in the sky, the pier became noisy again. There were sailboats docking at the port again, and the ships that were prepared earlier had already set sail. .

"Lower the sail, raise the anchor, the goal is the stars and the sea..."

"The captain ordered, raise the anchor, raise the sail..."

The port where the Jackdaw slowly departed, and on a prominent wooden board on the dock, Quelin watched the Jackdaw leave with a complicated expression, but she turned her head and left again.

The black cat named Quelin by Gordon was released. In the sea, the boat is the only area where it can move, and it is no longer afraid of it running around.

Gordon put a table on the port of the boat, and on it was the breakfast that Smith carefully cooked. Although it was delicious, it was inevitably a little greasy.

She fed the soft-boiled jerky in the broth directly to Queline, and she was really happy to see the cat eating it so much.

"Quilin, the mice on the Jackdaw depend on you. Eat more to have strength."

Every time they land on the shore, the environment in the cabin is easy to attract mice to come up. Whether it is the fallen food residue, or the corner full of loot and rotten food, it is the best environment for mice to settle down.

Alan was a little dull standing on the side. He drank a lot of wine last night, and Gordon didn't come back until morning. He didn't need to say what he did last night. He could only sigh helplessly, and didn't want to turn his head at all. Look at your captain.

While steering the rudder, Coolidge watched Gordon and a cat so harmoniously, couldn't help laughing, but still kindly reminded: "Captain, you can't feed it too much, so that it doesn't I'm going to catch mice."

"It's okay Morgan, this isn't an orange cat."

After speaking, he threw away two more pieces of jerky, while he ate a big mouthful of bread dipped in butter.

"Captain, why did you name it Quelin? Is this a female cat?"

At this time, Mickey also came up with his own food. He just happened to have breakfast while changing shifts, so he could just take a break now.

Gordon stretched out a hand and touched Quelin's head, but he dodged instantly, and then a paw, but fortunately it didn't break the skin.

"It's because I'm remembering a stupid woman named Quelyn, beautiful but prickly."

Alan on the side pursed his lips, wishing that it was him last night, but he still turned his head and looked at the cat, Quelyn, it was really resemblance.