captain migraine

McGarl couldn't tell which version of the ending he would accept was better——

Option one, Caesar died and disappeared from this world ever since.

Option [-], honestly accept the fact that the man is still alive in the world, he and his head are on the same sky, breathing the fresh air of a dimension and a country, but from a certain moment on, no one can Find him, as the price of lifting the family curse, his time will also be stopped forever and ever in that land that no one has ever set foot on.

Option three, fuck off.

For half a month, before the correct answer to this test question was announced, McGarl had been adamant that his choice of three was the correct one.

Then, half a month later, that night, without warning, he got his test paper with zero marks.

……

As fucked as you might expect, the correct answer is option two.

Caesar found the fountain of youth, Caesar is still alive, and Caesar will never come back.

This is probably the difference between life and death—Margarita was right to worry. No one could guarantee that Caesar escaped the family curse from the beginning to the end, and he lived safely and freely until the end of his life. 32 years old, not because he escaped the curse, but because the curse has not yet come.

Zhi Zhi was right, everything was arranged by fate.

Things that have no ending are the most tormenting, and they cannot escape this disaster.

When the Wasp rescued him from the isolated island and threw him back to Djerba Island, McGarl asked Zhizhi to follow the Wasp to the Fountain of Youth in secret. At the beginning, he could receive messages from Zhizhi almost every day. The raven, it introduced in detail Caesar's day-to-day work and rest, even when he worked, ate and urinated. However, I don't know from which day, McGarl has never seen Zhizhi's raven again.

Caesar disappeared, and Zhizhi also disappeared with Wanwan.

McGarl felt that he had been so fucking busy getting to know these fucking bastards since time travel, and there was no one who could be trusted.

In the past half a month, McGarl has heard too much news about the Stormrage. Every time this familiar and unfamiliar name rings in his ears in different forms, it will make the black-haired young man unconsciously feel The reverse flow of blood - in just half a year, for McGarl, his life has been fully filled. When he mentioned the name of the Stormrage, he could think of the sound of the waves rolling, and he could think of the same I can think of the hemp rope wrapped around the mast covered with seaweed, and I can also think of the surprised shouts of the sailors...

I can think of that person even more.

It's a pity that whether you laughed or cried, in the bilge of Stormrage, on the deck, beside Caesar's desk in the captain's lounge, on the bed, and in the cell, all you left are memories.

It's just a memory.

It's not that I haven't cried.

I woke up countless times in the middle of the night, and realized that the bed board under me would no longer shake with the rolling of the waves. People are really a cheap animal. At first, they spit into a fool because of the waves. It's settled.I don’t know when cobwebs were woven on the shabby roof, but the spiders were gone, and there was a web left empty, usually McGarl would see it at first sight when he opened his eyes, and then the black-haired young man lay on the bed , staring at his black pupils, even though those pupils lost their luster, they were still the most beautiful black pearls in the Mediterranean, and he could go a long, long time without blinking.

Then endure, endure, for some reason, I couldn't bear it even more.

Sometimes I feel worthless and cry like a woman, but every time this happens, I feel more and more distressed, and finally lie on the bed and cry out of breath like a grandson. It doesn't matter if you don't mention it.

After crying, I often have a splitting headache, almost thinking that I have contracted some terminal illness and will die in the next moment.

Then at dawn the next day, when the autumn wind blew in through the half-opened window with the smell of the sea, McGarl would find himself waking up again—and wipe his face with a wet handkerchief, and it would be another day.

……

Twenty days passed like a walking dead.

Until one day, when McGarr was walking back from the market with a bucket of fresh water in his arms, he found a very familiar red-haired dwarf squatting at the door of his dilapidated hut. He looked very happy after seeing McGarr , wagging his tail and rushed forward to take the bucket in his hand, holding the wooden bucket weighing dozens of kilograms in one hand, and the other hand was still free to grab the expressionless black man who was about to slap the door on his face. the young man's wrist—

Leosa got one foot stuck in the crack of the door, relying on McGarr not to pinch off his foot cruelly, and slid into his room little by little.

McGarr poured him a glass of ale, and that was all, and nothing more.

Leosa took a sip, and then upholding the basic idea that one family does not belong to one family, the red-haired boy swallowed the liquid in his mouth aggrievedly, and then he never took another sip, which is exactly the same as Caesar It was poured out of a mould, and the captain once said such shocking words as "ale beer tastes like horse urine"——

At that time, McGarl wanted to ask Caesar if he had drunk horse urine so clearly, but he was afraid of being beaten, so he didn't ask after all. No, there is no chance to ask again.

Thinking of this, McGarr began to faintly ache again.

He stood by the stove and washed the clean dishes again - he did this because he found that he had to find something to do for himself, and now he was really out of spirit with Leo. Sa sat in rows and engaged in mental struggle... But the young black-haired young man forgot what it meant to say that heaven is not as good as people. If he didn't walk over, wouldn't Leoza himself post it?

So Leosa posted it.

The red-haired short boy pouted, looking dissatisfied with the cold treatment of the former walrus crew of the Stormrage. He stood up from the table, rushed behind McGarr, and wrapped his hands around the strong and slender waist of the other party. , the hand felt good, but Leoza didn't dare to stay too long, he hugged McGall from behind, and stretched out his hand willfully to pat the opponent's hand holding a broken bowl.

"What are you doing?" In order to protect the few fixed assets, McGarr put down the bowl and asked a little helplessly.

What?

Really nothing else.

Leosa was choked by the question, held back for a long time, and finally rubbed her face against McGarr's back, muttering: "What can I do, I miss you."

McGall: "..."

"...Hey, I know you're not happy about me throwing you back to Djerba Island, but there's nothing I can do about it." The red-haired boy rolled his eyes forcefully in a place where McGarr couldn't see, and his tone was pretentious. Dissatisfied, "I also really want to take you to the Fountain of Youth to make a fortune together, but Caesar won't let it. There is really nothing that guy doesn't know. You stepped on my boat, and I received his Raven—it's that bastard who asked me to send you back to Djerba, and blame him if you want!"

McGarl was silent, he stood by the pool, his hand gripping the broken bowl tightly, because of too much force, his fingertips lost their blood color and faintly turned white.

Caesar really knew that Leosa would pass by that island.

So he deliberately chose that place to exile him.

He'd expected it all—even the time when Leosa picked McGarr aboard.

Hehe, Leosa is right, big dog, what else in this world do you not know?

Seeing that McGarr still refused to speak, Leoza suddenly became uneasy, and hugged the black-haired young man's hand even harder—the strange force almost broke his waist, "You really are still alive!" I'm angry." He pouted, looking like he was about to cry, his golden pupils were round and full of mist, he just couldn't figure out why Magal refused to accept him.

Obviously, he hasn't done anything excessive to him yet.

Thinking of this, Leoza inexplicably felt even more irritable, and even didn't want to say the important things that were going to be said next.

However, McGarl sighed softly, pulled away the paws tightly held around his waist, turned around, stretched out his hand and patted Leoza's head lightly: "What's the matter with you today? "

McGarl's action seemed to break something.

He was a little dazed to find that the red-haired boy who only reached his shoulders curled up in his arms and shook violently when his hands were ruffling his hair—the hands were still on Leoza's furry head, There was a momentary pause, and McGarr didn't know whether to take his hand off or just leave it like this——

At this moment, Leoza suddenly raised his head. Surprisingly, the corners of his eyes really started to turn red, not pretending. At this moment, the red-haired boy is like a little tiger with teeth and claws. , his golden pupils were misty, when he looked at the black pupils of the black-haired young man, he pursed his lips, and then burst into tears without warning!

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooofsofofeveryself? Yeah, we can't stop it, why are you blaming me?—”

Resolutely buried his face in McGarr's arms, wiped the snot and tears all over his face on his clothes without hesitation, the red-haired boy cried so sadly that he was out of breath—yes, it was also Like a grandson, very familiar.

McGarr twitched the corners of his mouth, wondering if he was so ugly when he was crying?

"I really like you!!!"

"..."

"Why can't you just like me!!"

Hey, what's going on here.

"...how do you like me?"

"Bullshit! How do I know!! Woohoo—that damn compass said it! It will point wherever you go—if it wasn't for that thing pointing randomly, how could I run to that isolated island to find you? You say, you say, how is it possible!!!"

From his birth to today, McGarl has never sighed so sincerely.

The hand he pressed on the red-haired boy's head paused, then gently rubbed——

"Sorry……"

"Whoa whoa whoa—you bastard!"