captain migraine

Megal, 21 years old, believes in the existence of all gods in the world. He firmly believes that his time travel is retribution... yes, retribution.At that time, he was 20 years old. He was young and had a bright future (…), and he entered the University of Meteorology. A certain early winter after class.

That day, he was walking on the small road where the wind was blowing and the winter wind was bleak, his eyes, heart, and mind were all filled with the red 58-point test paper. At this moment, a man with glasses walked up to him. stopped him.

Brother Glasses: "Young man, please wait."

Megal, who was still young and not called Megal at the time: "?"

The glasses brother came up, looked around mysteriously, and lowered his voice: "Young man, do you believe in God, do you join the religion?"

"..." Megal, who was still young and not called Megal at that time, showed a frivolous and evil smile. He took a deep breath and asked the visitor, "I believe in communism, boy, do you join the party?"

……

The day after he finished speaking this sentence, he woke up and found himself lying on a boat, drenched all over, the sun was shining brightly in front of him, the sound of waves was in his ears, and the people next to him were all speaking Arabic.

McGarl believed that it was retribution for him to be transmigrated.

After traveling through time, I fell in love with a scum pirate leader who was only willing to give him a broken wooden bucket to throw up in his arms even if he was seasick. This is also retribution.

Now he ended up like a fool holding a rotten bucket and vomiting into a flowery flower, this is fucking retribution! !

"...This wooden barrel is not for vomiting, is it?" Moving his stiff neck, the dazed Megal asked the fat pirate who stuffed the wooden barrel over with a friendly face and livid face.

The fat pirate may not be German, but he speaks Arabic well, so he grinned: "What's the difference?"

"...If it was for vomiting, I decided not to hold it so tightly."

"The captain can't see dirty things, we want to spit it all into the sea, so don't worry about holding it."

Can't see dirty things?McGarl sneered, pretending, Caesar, you can pretend while you are still young.

Barry: "Mr. Caesar is really a fastidious person, he is really different from rough people like us."

Pay attention?Young man, has the lower limit been eaten by a dog? "Sir? You actually called Mr. Pirate Chief." McGarl glanced at the boy like he was looking at a monster, his mouth was extremely bitter—it was really bitter, he didn't eat anything in the morning, and now all he vomited out was The alcohol I drank last night.

"Why can't you call him Mr.?" Barry said with a look that both his parents had been insulted.

"It's nothing," McGarr sneered, "it's just that I've never seen 'Mr.' with other people's brains sticky on his face."

Later, Bai Rui refused to talk to McGarr anymore, and McGarr was very happy, and found a corner with the broken wooden barrel to vomit in the dark.

Caesar did not brag, his fleet was very efficient, the distance of less than four nautical miles, the ship arrived at the pier of Djerba Island, amidst the yelling of the sailors, McGarl put down the barrel and stood up to look down. , I saw a group of people standing darkly on the pier, cheering as if the amnesty day had come early, he twitched the corners of his mouth, some didn't understand why these local Arab pirates were killed by the guy from the other side of the sea Also happy to be like this.

The head of the big Barberus was hung under the black wolf chessboard of the main ship and drifted in the wind, the little Barberus ran away, their first mate died in the docking battle three hours ago, and Mad Dog Rick chopped it off himself. He grabbed his left hand, and then plunged the bayonet deeply into his chest.

This pair of Arab brothers, who are in charge of a fleet together, may have once been regarded as one of the greatest pirates in the Mediterranean, but now, their story is about to come to an end.

Caesar came out of the cabin yawning as the Arabs sang pirate songs and watched the head of their last stormtrooper spray with blood on the pier clearing.

A wooden barrel rolled from not far away. The man closed his eyes and raised his foot, stepping on the barrel at the most appropriate time.

"Heh." He cocked his mouth, opened his eyes lazily, and looked at a pair of black pupils that looked unusually bright under the sun in the next second.

At this moment, McGarr, who was tied up, was standing in the distance and looked at him with a straight posture. The black-haired young man's jaw was raised at a perfect 45-degree angle--in addition to being bright and sad, it was also an extremely provocative and worthy of beating. radians.

Caesar paused for a moment, and in the next second, he suddenly connected the broken barrel under his feet with Megal, frowned disgustedly and kicked the barrel away, the man said displeasedly: "You filled the vomit The decks are all."

"You don't need to wipe it." McGarr said without guilt.

"But I want to wipe it," Reick's voice sounded behind Caesar, "Did you see the flying 'Happy Gero', this is my boat."

"Look, son, your waywardness will cause trouble to my crew." The man's voice was low and slow, and he suddenly put away his displeasure, and leaned lazily on the door rail of the cabin, behind the pier The screams and blood splatters seemed to have nothing to do with him at all. He smiled very gently, and just looked at McGarr, "I am a considerate and good captain."

"..." McGarl took a deep breath, and then realized with a headache that if he continued to talk to Caesar, he might have spilled stomach acid all over the deck today.

Lake's reaction was relatively straightforward, he sneered three times, and his mocking attitude was very clear.

"This is not the time to laugh, trash." Caesar snapped his fingers, "We're already close to the pier."

Lake was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly had a premonition that something was going to go wrong.

Sure enough, the next moment, the man snorted and said, "The pirate flag is flying so beautifully—three hundred gold coins, deducted from your salary this month, my dear...first mate."

Maritime Convention No. 15: When approaching public areas such as ports and docks, in order to show friendship, the pirate flag must be put away and the flag of the country must be hung.In the same way, when you meet an unknown fleet at sea, if you need to express your friendly intentions, you need to do the same.

Maritime Convention No. 16: The pirate flag must only be used when war or construction begins.

"Punishment is 150 gold coins for each agreement violated." The man slowly said the most hateful words in the world, "I am really a good and fair captain."

"Damn it, didn't the money go into your pocket in the end?" The first mate, who was deducted from his income for a whole month for no reason, almost vomited blood.

"Hey, did you two say enough?" McGarl jumped up and down—this year's tossing made him somewhat explainable, so when he did it, it was really not as lively and cute as the boy Barry did. , the whole deck was slapped by his jumping, "Let me go!"

"Let you go?" Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly, he tilted his head and looked at McGarr, and seemed to be thinking about this issue very seriously.

The embarrassing silence and frozen atmosphere lasted for a long time, until Lake almost thought that his boss was thinking about "what he is best at" "and the most shameless" "while not losing domineering (xia ) Tao (zuo)'s "broken reason" refuses this walking oriental silk to leave.

But at this moment, Caesar moved. He first touched his pocket unhurriedly, and took out the rolled tobacco from inside. After lighting it, he took a deep breath, and the tobacco was in his mouth. He half-closed his eyes, then waved lazily at his first mate, and ordered vaguely, "Go and let him go."

Rick: "Huh?"

Caesar: "Why are you pretending to be cute? Tell you to let go of him, he will jump through your deck, you idiot, pay for the repairs yourself."

Rick: "Stop! Don't jump!"

McGarr stopped dancing.

In fact, he couldn't even jump.

Seasickness is physical work.

He turned his back, and very cooperatively let Reike untie the thick hemp rope that was tied around his body very cooperatively.After moving his wrist joints that had already been bruised, the expression on McGarr's face was not very good-looking: "Where is Fant, and Lake?"

"I thought you'd say 'thank you' to me first."

"Stop talking nonsense, where are they?" I saved your dog's life, and you didn't seem to say "thank you" to me, so why are you asking me so much now?

McGarr raised his eyebrows, and his chin was raised higher than when he was tied up. In the eyes of the black sea wolf, that look made his originally emotionless eyes tinged with a playful smile.He took off the cigarette from his lips, and extinguished it casually on the door frame at hand. The cigarette tail was still trampled by his feet, and the man said without raising his head, "Get on my boat, and I'll tell you."

"Don't even think about it."

"Well, it's fresh." The man stroked the green stubble on his chin that had not yet been cleaned up, and showed a mocking expression, "No one dares to reject me so directly..."

After the words fell, he stretched out his hand and casually pointed in the direction of the boat.McGarl was startled, and then couldn't help but follow the direction he was pointing at——when he saw clearly what happened under the boat, the young man's eyes narrowed slightly.

He saw a young man who had lost one arm, and his arm was bandaged indiscriminately. At this moment, the young man who was supposed to be tall bent over and carefully supported another person—obviously, that man The man was already old, his back was facing the direction of McGarr, and he couldn't see whether he was injured. With the support of the young man, he walked forward very slowly.

McGarl stood on the deck, silently watching Lake, who had lost one arm, supporting Old Fant to move slowly.

He was not at fault. Every time Old Fant took a step, the movements under his feet seemed particularly hesitant——

He had only seen this kind of behavior in three kinds of people.

The first type is high myopia with sudden loss of eyes.

The second type is night blindness patients at night.

The third type is the blind.

"...What happened to him?" When he spoke again, he found that his voice interfered terribly.

However, Caesar's answer is simple but very real: "A sword has no eyes."

McGarr jumped directly from the boat onto the pier at the fastest speed without looking back—the movement was a bit loud, and even Lake was slightly startled and looked back to see what happened. When he saw McGarr, he seemed a little Surprised and somewhat unbelievable.McGarr quickly joined the father and son, and they were talking in a low voice. The dark-haired young man's expression was definitely not good-looking. In less than five sentences, there seemed to be an irreconcilable conflict between them.

On the boat, Reick was lying on the side of the boat, holding his chin with one hand, and seemed a little reluctant to part. When only he and Caesar were left, he chose to whisper in German: "You actually let him go."

"Something good, trash, I didn't know you were interested in robbing civilian men." Caesar sneered. A cigarette, "I want him to come back obediently."

"That's awful, Captain."

"Nonsense, the person who can reject me..."

"kindness?"

"Not yet born."

"..."