captain migraine

McGarl was thrown face-on-the-ground onto a sloop—an old standard sea vessel converted from a merchant ship, with a large quadrangular sail, thick keel and planks, hoisted from the mast. , is very strong and has an extremely long service life, and most importantly, this kind of ship has a load capacity of up to two hundred tons——

It was just right for pretending to be a slave who was hijacked after the war.

McGarl was roughly carried onto the boat, and the pirates who captured him tied him up like a rice dumpling and threw him into the crowd, and passionately joined the next round of fighting——with great difficulty. Picking up his face from the dirty deck, McGarr heard a contemptuous sneer from beside him before he sat on his buttocks.

The one who made the sound was a bearded man missing half of his ears. Half of his face was covered with dried blood, and he was leaning on a pile of empty wine barrels dying. Instead of panicking, he looked at McGaller mockingly, and snorted, "Deserters."

"...I'm just a dock porter." McGarr said helplessly.

"'The first thing you do when you get on an enemy ship is to say that you are a porter at a nearby pier or a fisherman passing by temporarily' This trick is left over from your uncle and me." The bearded man said vaguely, "Look at this group of bastards. The Germans have caught a what, Rice! A little liar with a bad lie!"

"Deserters!" the Arab pirate named Rice on the other side of the wine barrel immediately shouted, "I'm ashamed to have been on the same boat as you!"

Their words received a series of compound sounds.

"..." I don't know what the pirates are playing, I'm sorry, next time I will try to say that I am a mermaid who swam by accident.From being thrown onto the boat with his face on the ground, he was squeezed out and isolated by the slaves before he could say a second sentence. Isn't this fucking new?McGarl looked around speechlessly, but he didn't see Lake or Old Fant.

The sound of the artillery passed through the hull and made the ears buzz, and the fighting sound mixed with swear words and screams seemed very close and extremely far away.McGarl narrowed his eyes slightly. He raised his head and saw the black pirate flag hanging on the ship he was on. After being burnt for a long time, he could still see the pattern, white skull and skeleton, a very standard pirate flag.

A huge hourglass is hung on the mast, which is filled with sea sand dyed bright red. At this moment, the sea sand has completely leaked to the lower part-the blood-like sea sand in the hourglass seems to silently show that when the captain is patient Exhausted, what will happen in the end.

"That's 'Happy Jero'." A young voice rang in McGarr's ear, he looked away in surprise, and saw a boy with dark brown hair struggling to rub his side, and saw McGarl's attention Seeing himself, he had a big white tooth smile on his face, "Hi, I'm Berry, from Djerba Island, I know you're a porter, I saw you at the pier."

McGarl looked at him for a while, and finally let out an unresponsive oh.

"Let me introduce," said Barry, who had no consciousness of being a slave at all, and said in a good mood, "Now we are on the prisoner-of-war ship of Mad Dog Lake, because I heard that in the entire fleet of the black sea wolf, there are only Lake's fleet and Caesar's fleet. Fleets have hourglasses, but Caesar's main ship uses the black wolf flag, and only Lake likes to use the 'Jolly Jero' for the masses."

McGarl: "And then?"

Barry said with a smile: "Then, I want to say that we are unlucky and dead."

McGall: "..."

Berry: "If we are caught by Caesar's fleet, maybe the 'Black Sea Wolf' will let us live, let's forget about Lake, that guy——"

Barry fell silent halfway through, because suddenly there was a sound of a heavy object falling on the deck—comparing with the sound made by McGarr when he landed on his face, the loud noise seemed calm, if After careful identification, it is easy to find that it is the vibration caused by a person wearing heavy riding boots falling from a high altitude and his legs are firmly on the ground.

The entire deck also creaked unbearably because of this action of the visitor.The rough and arrogant male voice almost covered up the loud noise of the gunfire. From the deck, amidst the chaotic sounds of fighting, he roared as if no one else was there——

"—Berwick! Where's Berwick—fuck you! My walrusman was thrown overboard by the son of a bitch, Barberluth—and two of the drummers are missing! Caesar asked me where I want someone to turn me into two drummers for him—Berwick! Where is my stormtrooper eating shit?!—Get out of me!”

"What are you doing! Lake!" A gasping voice came from the upper mast accompanied by two heavy gunshots. The stormtrooper named Berwick put his pistol back into his pocket impatiently, and grabbed the rope with one hand. He swiftly landed in front of the first mate of the fleet, and shouted, "Everyone hasn't been cleaned up yet, what bird drum and trumpeter do you want from me?!"

"You're yelling at me, you have the ability to yell at Caesar!" The man with flamboyant red hair clicked his tongue impatiently, and shouted in a rough voice, "Little Barberus has run away, the Arab master ship The white flag has been hoisted—to count the slaves, and prepare to go to Djerba for a week's rest."

"...Ah, I really lost." Barry whispered next to McGaller's ear, "I don't know if the black sea wolf's fleet is recruiting or not."

Where is the integrity?Your boss' body hasn't cooled down yet.McGarl glanced at the young man speechlessly, and by the way, looked at the bearded and others who were busy rallying the crowd to squeeze him out just now. After hearing what Reick said, he seemed to be 20 years old at this moment. The non-stop pirates sat there in silence with ashen faces.

"Not one of the old crew of Barberus is left." The sound of footsteps came, and McGarl stretched his neck, and found that the legendary Lake was walking towards them, "Brother Barberus recruited on Djerba Island Many sailors have become new crew members, and if those people want to stay, they can fill out the slave contract again—I heard you captured their stormtrooper?"

"Probably, one ear was cut off by Lao Tzu, and it is still there now." Berwick replied.

"Kill it."

This was Rick's answer without hesitation.

The two of them came here while talking, and when Lake walked up to McGall and the others, McGall admitted that he was shocked.

He didn't expect that Reck, the first mate of the loyal (mad) dog line known throughout the Mediterranean, would be so young—at the age of 27 or [-], except for that red hair that was too unorthodox, he was actually pretty neat... Look at the well-made riding boots, and the saber inlaid with a large complete ruby ​​on the waist, that expensive outfit... This guy, can't he be Caesar's son?

If it wasn't for the violent aura on his face and the spray-like blood splattered all over his body, at a glance, he might have thought he was some dandy who ran away from home.

"Tell the messengers to put the word out, say the main fleet is re-hiring a walrusman - what else is there oh yeah and two drummers - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah fuck you Why is Caesar so annoying—"

Rick scratched his hair and said impatiently.

Barry: "I can play the trumpet, sir!"

McGall: "..."

Please tell me in advance before raising your hand to answer questions next time so that I can stay away from you.

Rick let go of his hair, raised the corners of his lips and glanced at the eager young man: "Hey, why is there a kid with a milk smell here?"

"I can play the trumpet, sir!" Berry was bound up like a bunny, "I can, I can, I'm still from Djerba, my home is there, I Mother can prove to me—"

"Ah, you're very active, kid." After looking around at the boy, Rick rubbed his chin and said with a smile, "Put him aside, Berwick, this kid can be temporarily excluded from the shark lunch list—eh , what's going on here?"

His eyes went dark, and McGarr's eyelids twitched, completely covered by the shadows. The next second, his jaw was pinched and lifted up by a pair of powerful hands.

The deep black pupils and the red eyes met.

"Oh, Oriental." With a sneer, Rick laughed hoarsely, "Berwick, I'm going to give you a raise this time."

……

"Add your mother's salary, let him go, trash."

brush--

The piercing sound of the blade being sheathed.

McGarl narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his head to look not far away, staring at the tall figure who didn't know when to appear at this moment, and at this moment, the tall figure with the newborn sun behind his back, he silently watched that person walking steadily The steps are coming this way.

The visitor unceremoniously pushed Reike away, and his big rough hand took over Reker's original posture—he forcefully lifted McGarr's face up—

"Hey, perverted fisherman, Old Man Fant doesn't have a backyard at all. Where did the sheep come from?"