Yin Hong

When Sancer climbed a little bit to the edge of the guardrail, Yawen stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Stay there," he said, "hand me your weapon first."

"I won't hurt you." Sancer pursed his lips, reluctantly took off the dagger at his waist, and handed it to Yawen.

Yawen took the knife and stretched out his other hand to pull Sancerre up.The pirate sat down on the deck and shook his legs. He seemed to be in a state of discomfort. His limbs became sore and weak due to being suspended in mid-air for a long time and being beaten by the waves occasionally. His chest heaved and heaved, as if It's like running down a mountain of more than [-] meters.

Yawen couldn't tell whether the strange pirate was really tired or was still pretending, but looking at his clothes, he remembered a poor mountain village in the east of Jerez.People there work hard every day. If there are five or six children in a family, they will take turns wearing the clothes replaced by their brothers and sisters. The role of the veil—Sancel looked very much like those little children now.

"Is it true?" Yawen looked at him and asked, "Which sea beast has taken a fancy to you and tore your clothes like this?"

Sancer pulled the broken cloth, with a dazed expression, "I don't know, when did it get cut?"

Yawen hung the short knife on his belt, squatted down and touched Sancerre's shoulder all the way, searching inch by inch, not even letting go of the inner thigh.

"What are you doing?" Sancel twisted his body, showing a coy smile like a little girl who just fell in love, "If you want to touch, we can go to your room and slowly... hiss!"

Yawen sneered and grabbed the flesh on his calf, and pulled out a pocket knife from his leather boots, "I forgot to say, in the next few days, you must not show this disgusting feeling again." Even if you imagine yourself as a girl, no one here will treat you as a lady." He touched the knife and put it together with the previous knife with sheath.

Sancerre watched Yawen take away his last knife, reluctantly withdrew the disgusting and contrived smile on his face, "You can have sex even if you're not a lady."

"Have experience?"

"No."

"That's good." Yawen narrowed his eyes with a smile again, "Don't forget what I said before, if you ruin the atmosphere on this ship like this again, I will not only let you taste the tastes of different people , and at the same time, I don't mind letting the beasts come to try something new."

"You are really fierce, and I really like it." Sancel looked at him with satisfaction, a bit like looking at his grown-up son.

Looking back at the strange kind eyes, Yawen couldn't laugh or cry, "Come with me, don't disturb others' rest here."

"Where? The warehouse?"

"My room." Yawen turned back and said, "I don't worry about throwing you into the warehouse alone - if you do that, maybe you will gnaw out small uneven holes in our goods like a mouse .”

Yawen did bring him into his room, but he tied his hands with a rope when he entered the door, and tied him firmly to the chair next to the bookcase by the wall—it looked firm , but in fact it is not strong, because it is just a rope made of various rough plants. Yawen believes that as a pirate, Sancerre is absolutely capable of breaking free from that layer of shackles that does not work.

Sancer stuck his injured eyes firmly on Yawen, and he silently expressed his dissatisfaction and grievance.

"I don't think anyone told you that your eyes are very beautiful." Yawen said sincerely, "especially when they express your emotions vividly."

"You're complimenting me?" Sancer asked in surprise.

"That's right, I'm complimenting you." Yawen nodded, and while sitting on the bed and taking off his boots, he smiled slightly, "Because that's the only advantage I've found in you so far, I have an obligation to let you know, so as to give you some hope of surviving."

"Live?" Sancer twisted his arms a few times, leaned forward, and moved closer to Yawen as much as possible, "I won't die, Yawen."

"You just told me before dinner that you wished to go to the gallows where so many of your brethren are buried."

"Just going to see it doesn't mean I'm going to die." Sancer bit his lips and smiled weirdly, "I won't die." He repeated.

"Andre is such a genius." After staring at Sancerre silently for a while, Yawen suddenly said this resignedly, turned over and lifted the quilt, and lay down with his back facing him.

"Hey, Yawen, I might assassinate you tonight."

"You are welcome to waste your time."

When Yawen woke up the next day, Sancel was sleeping soundly leaning on the chair, his hands were still tied behind the back of the chair, and there was no sign of being untied.

Yawen put on his coat in a half-sitting, half-lying position. After tidying himself up, he walked out the door and met Catherine in the corridor.

The beautiful first mate was licking her beautiful lips, looking at him unhappy, "Are you awake?"

"I'm standing in front of you, Catherine," Yawen pointed to himself, "No one will wake up like this in a deep sleep."

"Since you are sane, why did you do such a stupid thing?"

Yawen quickly understood what the lady was talking about. He patted Catherine on the shoulder and said, "I'm just following the captain's order. He asked me to solve it by myself, so I must make this matter go away." It's over. We're going back to Spain in two days, and I promise he won't make trouble—compared to other pirates, he's mild, at least he doesn't swear or spit when he speaks. "

"You have to know, I have never had a good impression of their 'race'." Catherine stared, "Have you forgotten how different you looked when you returned to Spain with Andre a few years ago?" Is it dire?"

"Of course I remember." Yawen said while holding her shoulders, and walked out of the cabin together, "And I still remember that you asked to go to sea with us at that time, right? It's incredible, You are now our heroic first mate."

"Don't change the subject." Catherine frowned, "You looked like you had just returned from a turbulent battlefield. If you were not young, I would have thought that you would have more wrinkles on your faces. !"

"This is not an appropriate metaphor." Yawen patted her on the shoulder again, and walked to the other side of the Tlandia, "Go and enjoy your wonderful breakfast first, my lady, I have to go and see Weather, confirm the next course."

Yawen's work is still leisurely, but from a certain point of view it is also very busy.For example, he has to carry his little compass with him all the time, and he has to frequently raise a pen to record when, where, and what angle the Terrandia changed. In the notes, it is convenient for the next voyage to be smoother, and at the same time, it can also calculate the cause when an accident occurs. In addition to leading the fleet to the right direction, these trivial matters on the pen are also his obligations on the ship.

In the eyes of the crew, his responsibility is as great as Andre.Sometimes these simple and honest sailors will have some weird ideas in their minds in their spare time. The day after day, nothing new work will make their thoughts blurred, such as turning off the lights at night and lying down Afterwards, they would even stare blankly wondering if that Captain Andre was really still on board, because he rarely met with the sailors, and he rarely even fulfilled his duties as a captain. The sea breeze blows on the deck, and it soon enters the cabin.This wise and calm captain is more like a spiritual leader in a more sense, but the actual leader is their first mate and navigator.

These are what the sailors told Yawen when they were chatting. The work they do and the life they experience are very different from Yawen, so they will be more straightforward if they have many ideas.Yawen is very happy to listen to their nagging, and he doesn't mind the occasional transgression of the sailors, because although the crew members are in awe of Andre, Yawen knows that Andre has always had a bad temper. Serious, but not too bad personality.

At this point, Catherine is nothing like his sister.When Yawen listened to the conversations of these sailors, Catherine was often their companion, laughing and pouring flaming liquor down her throat. She was kind, courageous, and fearless, like a radiating star With the dazzling sun, love and hate are more distinct, and they are more impulsive.She and Andre have two completely opposite personalities. Sometimes Yawen feels like books in the library and leopards in the forest. No matter what angle you look at, there is no similarity.

Standing aside and watching the discussions between the sailors and the quarrels among the leaders is the most wonderful seasoning in Yawen's usually boring life, and it is also the main reason why he is willing to work so peacefully.

They leave their hometowns and run around on the sea. No matter who they are, there will be an unavoidable sense of loneliness in their hearts. Therefore, being able to have such a big family full of fun is a warm comfort in everyone's heart.

"This is no reason for you to be lazy all day long, Yawen." After listening to his narration, Cinna mocked unceremoniously, "You really know how to speak."

Yawen raised his handsome eyebrows twice, "This is indeed not a reason, but you have no way to refute me, can you?"

"Oh! Yes, you are right, I really enjoy this kind of life." Cinna nodded and smiled, "However, in the past two days, our originally peaceful days were broken by a pirate who didn't know where he came from. huh? You don't look worried at all."

"Of course I'm not worried." Yawen shrugged. "Except for him running around the deck when he was really bored, he was immediately kicked into the cabin by Catherine, and it didn't have any real impact on us."

"You're right, brother, but we'll arrive in Jerez in the afternoon, so hurry up and tie him up, whether you give him to the officers for fun, or just release him into the sea, it's just It’s true that you can’t stay on our ship anymore, if it is seen by some troublesome people with sharp eyes, the reputation of the Wilken Chamber of Commerce will be greatly affected.”

"That's what you said, but shouldn't Captain Andre solve this matter by himself?" Yawen rubbed his swollen temples, feeling helpless, "It will leave some mess and ruin me. precious time."

☆、Chapter 005