captain migraine

The next morning, the sunlight peeking through the gaps in the curtains told of a bright morning in Djerba.With a long yawn, the black-haired young man struggled to poke his head out of the soft blanket, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and he stretched out his long legs, expressionlessly kicking the pillow between his legs onto the bed under.

Joke, innocent big dog—do you think that you secretly slipped a pillow to me so that I wouldn't know that it was actually your alluring waist that I was holding between my hands last night!

The other half of the bed was empty, at least the crumpled sheets spoke of the reality that it had been ravaged by another human being.McGarr, who was danced by the disguised fairy for the second time, got up from the bed with a stiff expression and took a shower. When he opened the door and saw the clothes on the small table next to the bathroom, he was slightly taken aback, and lifted the white shirt Picking it up with his fingertips, he smiled.

Foga has never been a caring and nice boss.

So……

I don't know if wearing the clothes prepared by the big boss to the interview will increase the probability of success in getting a job...? ╮(￣▽￣”)╭...

Today's port is absolutely bustling, crowds gathered here because of the black sea wolf's fleet recruitment, breathing the not-so-fresh air.The cool sea breeze was blowing from the sea, and the seagulls skimmed across the sea and sang joyfully. This would have been a very beautiful morning—if it wasn't for a lot of stinky men gathered here to collectively scold their mothers.

"When do you start recruiting? I stayed up all night last night just to get a good seat early! ——Fuck you, who touched my ass!" A sweaty, tanned man yelled rudely.

"Don't swear! Wood! I heard Caesar's rule is that swearing is forbidden on deck."

"But someone touched my ass!" The muscular man glared at his companion.

"Get used to it, no women on board for months means lots of gays - think about it, would you let Caesar touch your ass?"

"—Uh, excuse me. In my personal opinion, the black sea wolf is a straight man who is straighter than a telescope...Of course, this is just my personal opinion."

"...the telescope is quite curved sometimes."

"Shut up, Jack! Who is your mother?" The muscular man grabbed the collar of the black-haired young man standing behind him, and the latter clapped his hand away with a smile. Saved his own collar—

"I'm glad to see your face full of vigor and anticipation for the future, Wood, my name is McGarr." McGarr said, "a man who will become the Pirate King's man."

……

Before we are shocked by McGarr's shamelessness, let us now put aside the heroic and terrible declaration of young people and turn the camera back-so that we will see that just ten minutes ago, when McGarr arrived at this sea of ​​people By the time of the pier, the sun had fully risen.The pier was full of able-bodied young men—each one more of a would-be pirate than he was.

These people crowded together on one side of the pier with grievances and resentment, but the other side of the pier was unexpectedly empty—the Caesar’s fleet was docked by the pier, and the common barges and sloops had almost been destroyed by people. The huge galley warships that have been forgotten on the stage of history, and several of the most popular and fastest three-masted ships nowadays.

Above, all the ships were flying the German flag, which fluttered in the blue sky with the sea breeze.And just under the shadows cast by these ships, there is a handsome man lying comfortably, with his legs crossed leisurely, the sea breeze gently blowing on his bare chest, when the mad dog Lake standing in the middle of the open space is holding a When the list announced the casualties and rewards loudly, he was squinting and lazily put the half-filled bottle of dangling liquor on the ground beside him.

"Whoever loses his right hand can be compensated with a thousand gold coins or six slaves.

Those who lost their left hand could get [-] gold coins or [-] slaves.

Those who lost their right foot could get [-] gold coins or [-] slaves.

Those who lost their left foot could get five hundred gold coins or four slaves.

Whoever loses a finger or an eye gets a hundred ducats or a slave—”

Lake curled his lips, and snapped the list in his hand, "The captain will provide free prosthetics to make up for the lost parts, and the fleet doctor will install and reinforce them. The prosthetics will be regularly maintained for three months and replaced for free in one year. Discuss with the first officer of the fleet—that is, me, Lake, and the fleet respects the opinions and suggestions of all crew members.”

The noisy crowd finally quieted down.

Rick waited for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction.

"No problem? Very good, because you guys I hate all haggling. Now we start to distribute the spoils of the slaves in the order of the list-first...Caesar. Ruckerdel. Elijahof-wait, I I don’t understand, Caesar, why are you here to join in the fun?!” The red-haired mate turned around and yelled at the man lying in the shade drinking, “The reason is ‘lost an eye’, hell, you just have an extra scar! "

"I almost lost an eye." The man in the shadow lazily replied, "It's only for my own reasons, trash, do you know what Amaterasu Hongfu is?"

"Okay, fine. A hundred gold coins or a slave—" Leike's forehead was bulging with blue veins, "Congratulations, now you can choose to take a hundred gold coins from the right box in your collection room and put them in the left box. You can also choose to put a checkmark in front of the name of anyone on the slave list signed "Caesar" over there—"

thump—

The muffled sound of wine bottles falling into the sea.

With a snort, the tall man climbed up from the ground, grabbed the list of slaves from the staring personnel management crew, and randomly ticked it off. Then he held up the note and browsed it back and forth. ——

"Don't look, even if you are the captain, you can only check it once! Unless you also have a symmetrical scar on the other side of your eye—" Lake said violently, "If you don't mind, I think you can lie back now, And I'm going to continue my job—Berwick! Where's Berwick! You can start recruiting new ones—if you're brave enough, just recruit a new captain by the way, and I'll apply for you Pay raise!"

"Heh." Facing the subordinate's open challenge, the provocative man just sneered, and then lazily turned over on the recliner.

The recruiting work is carried out in front of Caesar - the captain is obliged to know what kind of new species have been added to the deck this year - even if the most willful and unreliable captain in the Mediterranean is obviously not interested in this work. Not a cold, but the group of irascible sailors who have been waiting for a long time have honestly formed a long queue in front of him.

McGarr and Wood, the muscular man he had talked to earlier, were pushed to the back of the line.

Looking at the long, crooked queue in front of him——Meggar was standing at the end of the queue to be exposed to the sun, and the pets he picked up from the beach were being dragged to close in the shade at the front of the queue at this moment. Keep your eyes peeled and comment on them by the way.

Straight male boss and nymphomaniac subordinate - what a perfect hentai script for erotic play.

He completely forgot how reluctant he was yesterday, and amidst McGarr's burning enthusiasm, the long queue was slowly shortening... When the time finally approached lunch time, Lake also ended his distribution of spoils, He walked up to Caesar, shook his sleeping boss without hesitation, grabbed him and forced him to dutifully evaluate every sailor who came to apply for the job.

……

"Too fat, occupying tonnage."

"Too thin, can you pull the flag rope?"

"Nice figure, ah, and good face, tell me, young man, are you afraid of some sudden attack on your assy while you're mopping the deck?—afraid? Oh, I'm sorry. Good-bye, next."

"--captain!"

"...don't yell in my ears, tinnitus, rubbish."

"Fuck you! Be serious! We're recruiting! We need recruiting!"

"Salary deduction, five gold coins, I said not to swear when I am in a bad mood, rubbish - next."

After Caesar ate three fruits and drank most of the bottle of wine, when he took a glass of jujube juice from the crew beside him, McGarr finally stood in front of him.

Rick was stunned, and jumped up—so violently that jujube juice almost splashed on Caesar's face: "What are you doing here?!"

McGarr: "Apply."

Lake: "You passed, next."

McGall: "..."

Caesar: "Be responsible, Lake."

Reike glanced at Caesar subtly, waved his hand, and immediately someone below nodded, and then moved a tropical tree trunk with the mouth of a bowl.

Lake stretched out his thumb, touched the corner of his lower lip, and showed a playful smile: "If you cut down this tree, you will be allowed to board the boat."

McGall: "..."

The dark-haired young man had a dull face, and cast his calm gaze on the face of the man on the recliner beside Lake, and at this moment, those amber eyes were also staring at him without blinking.

look at each other.

Look at each other calmly.

However, no one knew that at this moment, McGarr was crying out in his heart——

What is cutting down a tree? !Your uncle's bastard! !Do you want Lao Tzu to perform boulder-breaking chest in the street? !

——What about the back door? !

……captain!Do you remember Megal on the shore of the Mediterranean that year? !

Caesar's eyes swept across McGarr's face like a floating cloud, and then he turned his head and spoke in a low voice to the red-haired Lek next to him with a blank expression.

...Very well, Captain, it seems you don't remember.