captain migraine

He, the son of a business tycoon, is as rich as a country.

...But now I'm poorer than ever.

He abandoned business and went to heaven (...), became famous in the first battle of the college entrance examination, abandoned finance, abandoned IT, and entered the University of Meteorology.

...Unfortunately, I haven't graduated yet.

He is handsome, suave and suave, with strong arms that are romantic but not obscene, and he is proficient in all eighteen martial arts.

...except for climbing trees.

Although he does not have colorful pupils, he has amazing wisdom and has swept the languages ​​of ten ASEAN countries including Chinese (...), English, Thai, Vietnamese, Khmer, and Burmese.

...But I can't understand Arabic with half a punctuation mark.

He is a time traveler whose previous name is no longer important in the account book dedicated to the People's Republic of China.

He is now called McGarl.

A traveler who, after thinking deeply, still doesn't understand what kind of posture he used to travel so curiously.

1488 AD Djerba Island, Tunisia, Mediterranean Sea

The salty sea breeze blows through the bustling pier, and above the blue sea and blue sky, seabirds flutter their wings and make beautiful melodies. An island full of vitality.

Djerba Island, the paradise of pirates, the best place to belong.Every year, it uses its unique charm to attract hundreds of pirates to come here, land, supply, enjoy and leave.

From a bird's-eye view, this prosperous island is like the brightest pearl of the Mediterranean inlaid on the coast of the Mediterranean - it has the freest port, the richest material resources, the most charming and passionate prostitutes, and countless young and strong people. Han, every summer, during the peak season when the pirates return to shore for supplies, they stay here, trying to find a job for themselves that can survive.

"Rum! Wheat beer! Hot whiskey! Cheese, strongman?—"

"Freshly shipped coconut jujubes, buy coconuts and get hard bread!"

"—The ship of Brother Barberus, king of pirates in the Mediterranean, is recruiting—twelve sailors, two cooks—one helmsman with a brain—"

"Yo! Pirate King? Fuck your mother's fart! Barberus is the king of birds?"

"Who wants to die! Our captain just beat up the German guy and is about to get the Queen's privateer's license-this **** is in the Mediterranean Sea. Our ship is going to sail sideways. Who dares to stand in our way? !"

"Hahaha, I'm counting on you to get over this joke today! Those German ships that Barberus repelled last week were just a squadron under Kaiser, you fucking wake up—— "

"Caesar is dead! We found his charred body in the hold! The German's piracy is over!"

"Don't be naive, I heard that Caesar wasn't on board at all—"

In the bustling pier, several voices in the crowd were yelling at each other——

McGarr rubbed his ears, glanced painfully at a strong man hiding behind a box of rum from time to time, poking his head out and scolding vigorously, took a step, and moved away from him.

"My pirate, my dream~ My mission of burning, killing and looting~ In the dark blue sea~ The sea water is splashing happily~"

"..." Narrowing his eyes, McGarl looked up at the blue water in the distance.After hesitating for a moment, he stood still in front of the cheerfully singing old man. The shadow cast by his tall figure completely enveloped the busy old man. He moved a box of goods behind him, and stretched out two One finger, raised to the old man's nose.

"Our hearts are so free ~ where the wind blows—"

The old man's singing stopped abruptly, as if he was stimulated by something, he jumped up, sprinted to the side nimbly, cursing and yelling——

"It's not negotiable! McGarl! Four gold coins can't be less than a penny! This boat is the ultimate cargo that my son risked his life to drag back from the sea yesterday. It's fast and stable. It's no problem to change to another sail to go to sea on cloudy days." -"

McGarl frowned. He only had three gold coins. If he used all of them to buy a boat, he wouldn't know what to do with breakfast tomorrow, and...

"It's useless to frown! Don't pretend to be sorry for me, you're not a woman—" the old man chattered and threw the polished knife into the cargo box, ignoring the embarrassment of the handsome young man in front of him.

The old Fante is 65 this year. He yearned for the sea for the first half of his life, but because he couldn't lift his shoulders, he was rejected by various fleets many times.So I honestly lived the rest of my life on Djerba Island, and I was almost dying before I provoked a small climax in my life-well... Strictly speaking, this can't be regarded as a small climax-at least Fant thinks that he It must have been the bloody bad luck of eight lifetimes. Back then, I was nosy enough to fish this black-haired, black-eyed, yellow-skinned man out of the sea...Of course, when Fante fished McGarl out of the water like a dead dog, He's still pretty white.

But not now, life has turned him into a healthy and attractive tan (…).

Having said that, since having this man who can't even speak well, the troubles are endless!Eating his food and drinking his food, he finally moved out of his house at the beginning of this year to be independent, and now he comes to block his way of making money like a debt collector.

He actually wanted to buy the big German ship for two gold coins!

Looking up, the young man stared at him blankly and innocently, with his two fingers still stretched out like a silly hat - it was obvious that he didn't understand what he was saying at all.The old man suddenly got angry: "Why don't you become a pirate, Megal? - Burning, killing, looting, you are only burning and killing - no! You burned the last meal before you moved out at the beginning of the year Lao Tzu's stove...Megal, why don't you become a pirate? You really have the potential to be a pirate—"

Under the sun, the young man who understood the ridicule deliberately slowed down by the old man blushed—although it was not obvious under the dazzling light.He touched his shirtless upper body in embarrassment, stretched out his hand to draw a circle, slightly parted his thin lips, and said earnestly in awkwardly pronounced Arabic: "...I am seasick."

Fant: "..."

McGall: "...?"

Fante: "What else can you do besides eating and making trouble?"

Melgar: "Fishing."

Fante: "...shut up."

Melgar: "Fishing requires a boat."

Fante: "Shut up, shut up!"

Melgar: "Fante."

Fante: "I can't hear you! Don't bully the old man! Tell my son to beat you later!"

McGarl: "Fante."

Fant: "..."

McGarl licked his chapped lips, and stepped down on his shoulders: "...Fante, please."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Fant looked so angry that he threw back the rag that was wiping the knife in his hand back into the wooden box, and stood up abruptly, "How many do you have?"

"...three gold coins." McGarr said slowly, "Yesterday, the goods were moved, and the money was sent."

The old man looked up to the sky and sighed: "Three gold coins! Robber! Add a bucket of fresh water—bring the gold coins! Take the boat away!—Don’t appear in front of me in the future, I will beat you every time I see you!"

Seeing that the old man finally let go, McGarl smiled, his neat white teeth blinding people's eyes... There is a reason why this kid who doesn't understand the language looks like a fool but is exceptionally loved by the sisters of prostitutes in the town.Fante was shaken by his white teeth, and his head hurt, and he added viciously: "Smile! See you once and hit once! After spanking the chest and back!" The man's strong chest twitched.

McGarl took the old man's hand easily and shook it lightly to express his gratitude.

I couldn't hide the joy in my heart.

He has his own boat Hey!With a boat, he can fish in the sea when the pirates are on a long voyage, and he no longer has to rely on dry bread and unpalatable jujubes for a living. Not so bad shoes, oh yes, and simple anti-inflammatory drugs... and... sea fish soup is more nutritious than dry bread.

After time travelling, I never felt like today is full of the bright dawn of the future.

The smile on the young man's face deepened, full of disgusting love for life.After handing over the three gold coins to Old Fant, McGarl happily carried a barrel of light beer that the old man stuffed him before he left, and walked back, bypassing several fishermen drying their nets, and passing a group of laughing and singing The singing sailor stepped on the soft and fine sea sand. Before the sun set, McGarr finally saw his simple hut standing under the shade of a coconut tree.

It was the only private property he owned after a year of struggle in the fifteenth century.

There is a room for one year!

There is a house and a boat for one year and six months!

Thinking about it, I feel that I am very capable!McGarr was thinking happily, but his movements were much lighter. He pushed the door open carefully, and he poked his head in first.

The room was dark and there were no kerosene lamps.There is a damp smell from the sea breeze, which is stuffy.In the center of the room stood a simple table, on which stood a solitary plate containing a few dry crumbs from the morning.In addition... McGarr saw at a glance the man who was lying motionless on the only wooden bed in the house like a corpse, his chest was wrapped in a mess of bandages, his breathing was long and his eyes were closed—he was lying down There, apparently sleeping peacefully.

It looks like yesterday's high fever has subsided?My heart relaxed a little, and I walked gently to the bed, and McGarl gently pushed open the window on the bed, letting the sea breeze blow in to dissipate a bit of the stuffy heat.

Opening the window, he withdrew his hands and lowered his head to look at the sleeping person carefully—a tall nose bridge, a tight thin lip, a perfectly curved chin, and an overly tall and strong figure that filled the entire bed, because it was too tall. He was so tall that the man had to fall out of the bed with one foot aggrieved, and the other slightly bent and stepped on the edge of the bed—this is a very, very handsome male creature, his body is full of scars from battles, Some were obviously scarred, but the marks remained forever like meritorious deeds.

But it doesn't matter if a man has a little scar on his body, those women love to go crazy about it.McGarl pouted jealously. He squatted down, stared at the sleeping man for a while, then stretched out his hand, and poked his temple viciously - it was covered with bandages, covering his eyes, and the entire bandage It was stained with blood.

"Get up." McGarr said in Chinese with a hoarse voice.

no response.

"HI, MAN, WAKEUP?"

no response.

"Dump the goods, get up." Switch back to Chinese.

Still no response.

hey-hey.McGarr scratched his head and smiled to himself. It felt so good to be able to speak Chinese casually.

Before he finished laughing, a low, hoarse and magnetic voice rang in his ears.

The husky German sounded terribly sexy, but it was full of impatience.

"What's the noise?"

McGarl froze with a smirk on his face.

"I'm sleeping."

McGall: "..."

"Get out."

The person on the bed moved and turned over, probably because this movement touched the wound, he let out a muffled grunt, but the sound soon fell silent.

Does this mean you plan to continue sleeping?

McGarl, who didn't understand what the other party was saying, and of course didn't get out, scratched his head.

Woke up quite angry, sir?Grinning his teeth and making a grimace, the young man poured a glass of cold light beer and stuck it on the man's strong back that was exposed outside the bandage——

Feeling the coolness of the liquid through the glass, the man moved, but did not turn around.

McGarl thought for a while, turned to the man's back, and said seriously in Arabic: "Wine."

Still nothing.

... Well done, brother, at least you have explained to me a truth in a glamorous and noble manner: this is the attitude of your bastard towards the savior.

"Damn it." McGarr patted his buttocks and stood up, humming in Chinese.

He poured himself a glass of beer and took a sip. The refreshing feeling of quenching his thirst made McGarl smile and squinted his eyes. Regardless of someone who had just finished expressing his drowsiness viciously, the young man leaned comfortably against the cabinet and hummed in a strange voice— —

"If I saved you~don't be too grateful~don't bother asking me for my name~my name is Red Scarf~"