captain migraine

Caesar looked up, and saw his Stormrage behind the black-haired young man lying in his arms. The ship was full of stars and stared at his crew, while his first officer was lazily Lie on the bow of the ship and waved to him with a smile, even the dead child Leosa was there, but what he stared at was not Caesar, but the former walrusman of Stormrage hanging on Caesar's chest.

"..."

The harmonious and cheerful atmosphere of the finale made the captain feel dizzy.

Cursing in a low voice, he picked up the muddy person flopping in his arms and held it in front of him. Just as Caesar was about to say something, a familiar object was stuffed into his mouth. He was slightly startled and subconsciously bit it with his teeth. After biting, the soft taste still has a moist feeling, but it does not prevent the pure tobacco aroma from being inhaled into the nasal cavity along the teeth.

It was his favorite kind of German tobacco, the product of some little-known little country workshop, where did this guy come from—

McGarl smiled and rolled his eyes: "It came out of your box."

"...Give me something from me? You really have a face."

In fact, there was not much blame in the words, but it was full of jokes. The man squinted his eyes, bit the butt of his cigarette, and looked up and down the black-haired young man in a relatively good mood, and then stopped his gaze. At his waist, there was hanging safely and securely the dagger that he put back into the box with his own hands and carefully locked half a month ago——

['Ghost Craftsman' Gander Wolf's peerless work, inlaid with three sapphires and eighteen first-class cat's eyes, the black market price of tens of thousands of gold coins. 】Caesar still remembers, in that dilapidated tavern on Djerba Island, when he handed the ghost killing to McGaller for the first time, this is how he introduced it to him.At that time, McGarl was wearing a dancer's veil skirt, with his butt pouted, pressing on his body tightly, their legs... were twisted together like hemp rope.

Well, this is probably the beginning of the evil fate, right?

"Hey, it seems that you didn't just take out tobacco from my box..."

The captain lowered his head slightly, and very cooperatively let the dog leg McGarl light the tobacco for himself. After taking a deep breath, the man's expression became a little blurred behind the smoke, and he finally let go of the The big hand on the waist, the latter backed away a little, sat down on the toes of the Sea God statue, but still looked up at him with his head up.

The smell of tobacco stimulated the brain from the nostrils, and Caesar was silent for a while to organize his thoughts.

The people on the side of the Stormrage scattered a little. They didn't immediately throw down the rope ladder to let Caesar leave the statue. That's because they knew that things couldn't end so easily. Now, they have found their captain, Eat well and sleep soundly, and the rest is whatever the captain says.

So at this moment, the captain is going on a date with the captain's man, and it's okay for everyone else to just roll around and be patient.

Caesar's expression was indifferent from the beginning to the end, and it seemed that he only paused a little at the moment when he saw Stormrage appearing. After that, he was neither happy nor angry about what happened, as if everything that happened Things were just things that he didn't want to happen but expected to happen absolutely.

Sitting down next to Megal, the man's amber pupils were fixed on the foot of the iceberg, where the ice floes were slowly flowing along the ocean current, and someone from the crew of the Stormrage had lowered their fishing rods, and they seemed to be interested in the fresh The glacier fish was very interested. Caesar looked at it quietly for a while, extinguished the cigarette by his feet, and finally made a decision: "After another day, you will go back."

"Oh," McGarr nodded, indifferently, "If you don't leave, Stormrage won't leave either."

"I am the captain."

"The captain standing under the boat and watching the boat go away? Don't make trouble."

"..."

Grabbing the black-haired young man's wet and icy head with his big hands, he forced it to the side. McGarr twisted his neck very obediently, and then looked at a pair of eyes that were too deep to see the bottom—the fact In reality, Caesar always seemed to be like this, as if there was nothing in the world that he didn't know, but nothing in the world could understand him.

Sometimes McGarl felt that he didn’t understand what Caesar was thinking—if he could be saved, he would leave quickly, what are he doing.

"There's not so much nonsense, you'll get out of here after dawn."

"No, no discussion."

"I have seen the sea monster guarding the Kingdom of the Rising Sun." Caesar looked into McGarr's eyes and said with great persistence, without any emotion. Piercing the side of any warship, its spines can break the keel of the strongest ship in the world—now, it is sleeping at our feet, waking up once every three days to hunt for food, the last time it sank to the bottom of the sea, it was you The first three hours of coming in."

McGarr sketched it in his mind, and finally came up with something similar to the Loch Ness Monster—it was said to be the guardian of the Land of the Rising Sun. That big monster was probably an ancient creature that survived the Ice Age, right? ... Isn't that old-fashioned?Well, thinking about it this way, I feel a little less scary.

Caesar reached out and patted the dazed black-haired young man, and snorted: "Why do you think those sea monsters dare not chase into the crevice of the glacier?"

McGarr paused, then turned to look at Caesar with an expression of "Why do you know everything so well?" "You know we met a siren?"

Caesar snorted and smiled: "Make it clear, this is my territory."

"No wonder that sea monster turned into you to seduce me." McGarr scratched his head, "Fortunately, I'm quick-witted, and I can tell that it's not you at a glance, even if I'm sleepy, I will know the first thing you do when I meet you." Thing is to get me fucked up, and expecting you to say something like 'I miss you too' is as hard as the sky-"

"I miss you too."

"……what?"

"Take a look at the sky?"

"..."

McGarl was speechless.

Caesar looked at him with his head tilted for a while, and found that he liked to see this guy slumped, so he stretched out his big hand to ruffle his hair, and continued to fight in a gentle tone: "The siren didn't change into someone else's appearance It has the ability to psychedelic human beings. Anyone who sees it will feel that standing in front of him is the person he misses the most - 90.00% of people will be addicted to the gentleness it creates. Can you stay awake? , She really loves me to death."

...Baidu Encyclopedia?What happened to the last sentence, where did it come from?

How the hell can you say it in such a calm tone with a paralyzed face-you are the one who loves yourself so much, right? !

McGarr stared at Caesar for a long time and couldn't say a word to respond. When the other party finally gave up looking at him and was about to twist his head away, he stretched out his hand to hold Caesar's head, and quickly took it out of his arms with the other hand. A small wooden barrel was produced—this waterproof wooden barrel was poorly made, and the man could almost guess whose masterpiece it was from the corner of his eyes. He raised his eyebrows, watching Megal open the wooden barrel with rare patience, and pulled out a piece of parchment.

Caesar's eyes twitched.

"Here!" McGarr held the parchment in front of Caesar's dog face, "See clearly, our marriage certificate, you sign it yourself and you recognize it—hey, what's the point of twisting your head?"

"Why would Lake show you this kind of thing?" The man stretched out his hand to grab it.

"He said you asked him to show it to me." With a proud face, McGarl quickly twisted around to avoid Caesar's attack, and randomly stuffed the parchment roll into his crotch without any limit, and shot He clapped, "Come and fight if you have the ability!"

"Forget it," the embarrassment on his face immediately turned into disdain. The man squinted at the proud black-haired young man, and said very disdainfully, "With your German level, you can see what is written on it—"

"Oh, don't worry about it, Lake read it to me."

"..."

Deduction of wages, until he is naked!

McGarl, who didn't know that Lake was in the wrong, smiled and leaned next to Caesar. Their faces were almost close to each other. Although it was freezing cold, they could feel the warm and humid breath from each other and fell on the ground. On each other's lips, McGarl stared at the corners of Caesar's thin lips for a long time, and he felt that he saw the most perfect lip line in the world.

Especially when it occasionally evoked a domineering smile.

"Hey, I said, it's not easy to meet, how about..."

The lips of both sides were naturally attached together.

Why don't you celebrate with a kiss.

It was a feeling that made my heart sticky.The gentle kiss, whether it was McGarr or his captain, neither of them took the initiative, they just pressed each other's cold lips, and the tip of their tongues gently traced the shape of each other's lips, like a wild beast Like treating a cub, he carefully licked the cold lips, soaked in his own breath, and shared half of his own warmth with the other party.

The man's rough hands stretched into his wet and heavy clothes, through the thin inner lining, the warmth of his palms seemed to pass through all the cold from the skin to the depths of the heart.

When they separated, Caesar took off the big padded jacket that was soaked with ice-water mixture on McGarl without saying a word, and the only two onlookers on the side of the Stormrage disappeared. ——Including McGall, everyone thought that the captain was going to prepare for the rhythm of things——

Who knew that Caesar just threw McGarl's padded jacket aside, then took off his clothes and threw them in the opponent's face with a look of disgust.

"It's as cold as ice, no one is in the mood for you."

Caesar couldn't help but sneer at the disappointed look on his face when the tusker pulled the clothes off his head and put on the man's warm clothes.

The man is like an arctic creature. In this cold weather, he sat down two steps away from Megal with his upper body naked. Comrade walrus stared at him for a while, hesitating to speak—this kind of Feeling very tormenting, Caesar gave him a sideways look, and finally explained unbearably: "After you become a caretaker, you won't feel cold anymore."

Oh.

That's it.

That feeling is good, I am most afraid of the cold.

Wrapping the clothes around his body, McGarl nodded dully. It was just a thin shirt, but the body temperature of the person in front of him seemed to never fade away.

At least it can persist for five hundred years.McGarl squatted aside and counted with his fingers. Just as he found that ten fingers were not enough and began to consider whether to borrow toes in the middle of the count, the base of the statue began to vibrate violently under his feet.

Accompanied by this earthquake-like vibration, a huge bubble emerged from the deepest part of the seabed, and then surfaced, bursting, and the huge waves pushed around, causing waves to roll, and some cold sea water even surged up. The base of the statue flowed to the feet of the two of them.

There was a roar similar to that of a giant beast from the bottom of the sea.

With seawater as the medium, the sound is deep and muffled, but unusually penetrating.

McGarl has never heard such a sound in his life.