The Sims Begins as a Pirate

"You have to eat when you work. Everyone is born with the right to eat. On this ship, you don't need to deliberately please anyone!"

Sean sat cross-legged next to little Kerla, gnawing on the buns and patting her hard on the back.

"Hmm...smell...mouth...forehead...water..."

With a pop, with Sean's patting, the steamed bun that was slowly stuffed in little Kerla's mouth was knocked out, and she hurriedly picked it up with her hands.

In the past, she had witnessed someone being pulled out to be fed to the Neptunes because they accidentally spilled a broad bean.

"Stop picking it up, it's been on the ground for three seconds." Sean stepped on the fallen steamed bun with his foot and took out another steamed bun and stuffed it into little Clar's hand.

"Is raw flour delicious? Why didn't you come out to us earlier?"

"No, don't kill me. I was really hungry, so I secretly ate flour. I have always controlled myself and never ate more."

"I'll ask you again, so there's no need to say these useless things."

"If you eat too much, you will be killed. If you don't work, you will be killed. I don't want to be used as food. I will work hard."

Little Kerla held a steamed bun that was bigger than her head, stared at Sean's feet and kept pleading.

The people on the boat looked at her with some out-of-control anger, and some with a motherly aura who wanted to run over and hold her tightly in their arms to comfort her.

This kid must have suffered a lot.

Sean mused that coaxing children was really not his strong point. Even after several lifetimes, he still didn't have half a child in the actual sense.

However, I have never eaten pork, but I have still seen pigs running away. If you want to get a person out of a closed state, the best way is to completely separate her from the past, so that she can start a new life.

Thinking of doing it, Sean picked up little Kerla, took her into the room regardless of her pleas, pointed to a bench and asked her to lie down on it.

Looking at little Kerla, who was still shivering and lying on the chair despite a nervous look on her face, Sean became even more angry. Are these Draconians average PUA masters? It really lacks great virtue to make a living person look like this.

Lifting his back, he saw a bright red mark faintly revealed among the weight-bearing wounds.

"Bear with it."

Sean brought over a red-hot soldering iron, and a fiery little sun seemed to be shining brightly and smiling.

What is this going to do to me?

Little Kerla maintained her smile, but she was really scared. Could it be a new way of punishment?

"Please, please, can you whip me in a different way? I won't cry."

Sean gave her a loud thump.

"What are you thinking about? This thing is not for you first."

As he spoke, he turned the tip of the soldering iron, aimed at the mark of Tianlong's hoof at his lower waist, and struck it hard.

The hot iron made a sizzling sound when it came into contact with the skin, and the faint smell of green smoke and barbecue lingered in the room.

Little Kerla was dumbfounded. He had never encountered a similar situation. Before she could regain her consciousness, she felt a sharp pain coming from her back. The intense sensory stimulation made it impossible for her to maintain the smile on her face, and she howled and howled incessantly.

Outside the room, everyone was attracted by the sound and stared there. Tagore, Jinbei, and Aaron stood side by side at the door.

Hearing the screams, Tagore was about to open the door and rush in, but Jinbe hugged him and persuaded him:

"Boss Fisher, don't be impulsive. Sean has his own plans, so let's not disturb him."

"What kind of plan could he have? I think it's because the little girl made him so angry. That person is naturally violent. His hands feel itchy if he doesn't hit anyone for a day."

Aaron curled his lips disdainfully, no one could understand Sean better than him.

Several people were still arguing, but Sean had already opened the door and walked out with little Kerla on his back. Smoke was still coming from the little girl's back and his waist.

Stab it!

Sean placed the little Kerla on the deck and tore his right hand away from the shoulder, revealing a body of muscles as strong as marble.

"Aaron, go give me that outfit! And that one, if anyone has smaller clothes, give her a change of clothes."

Tagore and Jinbe stared at Sean's exposed skin. There was a huge sun pattern pattern on his waist. Tagore pointed at it and asked, "Sean, what are you doing?"

Sean lifted up little Kerla's clothes slightly, revealing the same sun pattern as his own, and said happily: "Of course it doesn't count as a formal joining, it's just a symbol."

"As long as the disgusting Draco symbol on our bodies exists, that dirty and humiliating past will always exist, so even if we stand in the sun, we still can't relax inside, as if we will always be suppressed in the darkness."

"So I want to cover him with the sun. Only the brightest things can completely suppress that memory. Our future will be as warm as the sun, and we no longer have to worry about exposing that mark!"

Sean slapped little Kerla on the head with his big hand, messed up her hair arbitrarily, and said with a smile: "Stop putting on such a fake smile for me, as a person, if you want to cry, you have to cry. Laugh loudly only when you want to laugh. Since you have the same pattern printed on it, then everyone on this ship is a family! Cry if it hurts. I promise you, you will live again and you will never live again. There will be no one to kill you, no one to oppress you, no need to worry about food, no need for endless work, we are all the same people."

"Whether you are a fishman or a human, we are all created equal!!"

Tears gathered in his eyes and fell down his cheeks under the force of gravity.

Little Kerla looked at the pattern on Sean's waist, turned around and tried to touch her back regardless of the pain.

Yes, it's true!

Following the pattern of the sun, little Kerla traced it with her fingers over and over again, feeling the stroke path that was different from before.

Wow! ! ! !

Wow wow wow! ! !

Crying loudly, Jace banged his head low on Sean's stomach, and beat his chest hard with his hands alternately.

Twelve years ago, little Kerla, who had just been robbed, was locked up with a slave who covered her mouth because the owner's wolf-dog loved to eat children's legs and feet.

Growing up in hardship, the first words she learned were:

Please don't kill me, I'll keep working with a smile on my face.

She once saw with her own eyes that her uncle who had always taken good care of her was abandoned and killed because he was injured and could not work.

She was whipped with a smile, and even though her flesh and blood were bloody, she still held back from crying, just so that she would not be treated as a bet and lost.

She once endured hunger alone for five days just to escape from that devil's cave.

Now, finally someone told him that he could cry as much as he wanted and laugh as much as he wanted. They had the same experience and the same symbols. It seemed that she had found her family again and the meaning of her existence.

The high-pitched cries gradually subsided, and when others were about to ask, Sean put a finger in front of his mouth to signal everyone to be quiet, and lowered his head to stare at the girl who was hugging him and crying.

In this peaceful environment, she fell asleep tiredly.