captain migraine

There was a brief silence for answering the captain's question.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and casually touched the black pearl earring on McGarr's earlobe. The unhealed wound made the latter hiss softly and sneer. Caesar withdrew his hand and licked the blood left on his hand. The corners of his lips curled up and he said slowly: "It seems that our opinions have reached a consensus."

And when McGarl raised his head to look at him, the captain found that the eyes of the dancing girl he bought for fifty gold coins tonight looked particularly black and bright in the dark, and matched with the black pearl earrings on his earlobe... Heh, If it is not so thick as the paint on the face.Snorting, and stretching out his long arms, Caesar dragged the wooden table that was placed next to the bed over, and the floor was rubbed heavily to make a harsh sound.

"Boom, boom—"

The two people sitting on the edge of the bed were stunned for a moment—it seemed that someone who was too drunk was poking the ceiling vigorously with the handle of the mop below, oh, it was the floor of the second floor.The two male creatures sitting cross-legged on the bed and staring at each other silently looked at each other, "Is there a fire downstairs?" Finally unable to bear the loneliness, he tapped on the table with his fingers, and the man asked in a low voice.

"I don't know," McGarr stretched out his little finger and lazily picked his ear, "Maybe it's just to keep you from getting angry, oh, I mean, all the guests have seen it, after all, tonight I'm so... ..."

Caesar: "Then what?"

McGarl didn't answer, he gave Caesar a low laugh, then pulled up the elastic band on the edge of his flowery underwear, and then, let go——

"Snapped--"

This is the sound of the elastic band hitting the white hairless thigh with good elasticity.

The black-haired young man restrained his smile, his face was very serious: "It's so hot."

"..."

Now, the biggest pirate leader in the Mediterranean suddenly felt that something was broken in him—for example, his thinking ability—otherwise, why did he try every means to recruit a pervert on board? ... and promised to give him three hundred gold coins a month? ...No, this is absolutely not possible.

"Your salary has been reduced to two hundred gold coins per month," Caesar raised his eyebrows and said expressionlessly after changing his position, "For my correct judgment, and your flowery underwear."

"I just happened to wear this one when I went out today, and I also have pure white." McGarr said, "There are also pure blue and white stripes that make people blush and heartbeat..."

"I have a question for you," Caesar finally interrupted him impatiently, "Your Arabic sounds like it has suddenly improved by leaps and bounds."

"...Probably turned on the ability," the dark-haired young man shrugged, looking finally ready to answer at least one question, "You know, if some people suffer a huge blow or setback, or suffer physical and mental torture, when he wakes up again, he will suddenly master a new skill."

Caesar sneered again expressing his level of contempt for the nonsense.

"My pet ran away without a word, and I was abandoned on this cold island. Thinking that I used to not even have the face to ask a young pregnant woman for breast milk because of its eyes—"

"You want to die?"

"...Skip this paragraph. In short, it ran away. When I tried my best to plan the boat for a distance of four nautical miles and finally picked it up from a sea of ​​​​blood, I hadn't had time to give it a hug that I found. I actually got seasick, so my pet ruthlessly stuffed me with an empty wine barrel and told me to 'hold me and throw up' instead of 'hold me and throw up'." McGarr spread his hands, "So, physically and mentally frustrated—— - What do you think? Pets."

"I think a wine barrel is already a gift, and I usually tell them to roll into the sea and spit." Stretching out his finger, poking the forehead of the black-haired young man vigorously, Caesar said flatly, "Also, call me the captain."

"Captain, at least we still have time for a lost hug?"

"Very good, you are gradually destroying my love - you will also roll into the sea and vomit in the future." The man moved his butt back a little, and the man said ruthlessly, "Don't dirty my boat, or I will deduct your salary."

Before McGarl could reply, Caesar stood up.The tall man dragged a long shadow. He walked back and forth in the house with bare feet as if he was looking for something. The drawer was opened and closed by him, and the dusty dresser was completely messed up by his actions. The son vibrated--

So downstairs began to poke the ceiling with a mop.

McGarr leaned against the head of the bed with a smile: "Did you hear that, they told you to be gentle, don't hurt me."

Caesar turned around, holding a quill of unknown age and parchment of unknown age in his hand, and rudely threw the pen and paper onto the small table beside the bed.Immediately, the mattress sank again, and the man returned to the bed. He took the tools first, thought for a while, and quickly wrote a long sentence on the paper.

The last punctuation fell heavily, and he signed his name in the lower right corner of the note. He quickly grabbed the note and handed it to McGarr asking him to sign.

McGarr picked up the note and found it was in German.

"What's written on it?"

Caesar sneered, folded his arms and lifted the quilt to lie down: "You reminded me that I will find someone to take charge of your German studies after boarding the ship."

McGarr was trying his best to press one side of the quilt to prevent it from being snatched away. After hearing the man's words, he suddenly raised his head and stared: "I just learned Arabic!"

"Very well, from the moment the sun rises tomorrow you can completely forget about it and no one will scold you."

"You taught me German yourself?"

"Think beautifully."

"You teach me yourself and I will learn."

"No choice." Caesar closed his eyes. "Your answer just needs to be 'Yes, Captain.' I'm not talking to you, perverted fisherman, I'm asking you—oh, it's milder, of course. You can also understand it as - 'If you disobey the order, you will die'."

"I swear I won't sexually harass my teacher by taking advantage of my class."

"Unfortunately, I wouldn't believe such a promise even if I chopped off your two paws."

The man rolled over, turning his back to McGarr—a gesture of refusal to continue talking nonsense, in the Big Dog's dictionary of body language.

McGarl stared at his strong back muscles for a while, and suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar—it was true, after all, for at least the past week or so, he had started his day facing this back. sleeping.Suddenly feeling a little discouraged, McGarr murmured and scratched his hair, and held up the parchment again: "At least now you can tell me what is written on this note."

"..." After a moment of silence, a deep man's voice sounded in the darkness, "I promise that you will be there tomorrow morning when the personnel and slaves are counted."

McGarr: "Liar."

Caesar: "..."

McGarr: "Can this sentence use so much punctuation?"

Caesar: "...when your name appears on my crew contract, I will burn Lake's contract to ashes."

McGarr: "Why don't you finish it all at once?"

Caesar: "I am willing."

McGarr: "But compared to this, the sentence on the note is too short."

Caesar: "Cut the bullshit, sign it, and go to sleep."

McGarr pouted, and then did the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life—he honestly signed his name on a contract that he had no idea what it was about.

When he finished signing, the parchment in his hand was brutally snatched away. The man folded the parchment and stuffed it into his jacket pocket without even looking at it.

McGarr stretched out his hand and poked the back that felt good: "From tomorrow onwards, I will be yours."

"..."

silence.

An awkward silence.

But how can a real warrior be defeated by embarrassment?

McGarr: "An acceptance speech for the shocking and exciting news that you are about to be named the best walruser in the entire Mediterranean?"

Caesar: "Sleep or go."

McGarl: "Aren't you going to sleep or roll?"

Caesar: "Then go die."

McGall: "..."

Downstairs, as the best bar in the Mediterranean, Barbatra's songs and laughter continue.

People may still be concerned about how many positions the upstairs couple has changed tonight, or have invested in a new affair-but who knows?Night falls outside the window, at least tonight Djerba Island is still singing and dancing.