captain migraine

……Son of a bitch.

McGarr: "...I'm here to apply for a walrus job."

Caesar stopped talking with Reike in a low voice, he raised his head impatiently and raised an eyebrow: "So?"

McGarr: "Why am I still cutting down trees?"

"Why? I'll tell you why, kid—because you're about to board a pirate ship," the man smiled, and he moved his neck to a more comfortable position, leaning on his pretentious On the deadly velvet upholstered chaise longue, "Unfortunately, the captain of this pirate ship, that is, I, likes the boarding battle best - which means that there will be countless enemies to kill my ship. ——Although I usually don't give them this chance, but... just in case... Lake, tell him what happened to the last walrus man who couldn't even hold a table knife steadily?"

Lake said blankly: "I was thrown into the sea by your good friend to feed the sharks."

McGall: "..."

Caesar spread his hands: "Understood? I will not make the same mistake again - I am a good captain who cares about the physical and mental health of every crew member. It is my responsibility to you to ensure that you have the ability to let you board again. .”

The words of the black sea wolf caused an inexplicable cheer from the crowd.

"Heh." After delivering the hypocritical and slightly ostentatious speech, Caesar lay back on the recliner again, took a sip of jujube juice, raised the corners of his lips and said slowly, "I sincerely hope you remember to bring your dagger today .”

McGarl was taken aback.

Subconsciously touched his waist - there was indeed a... er, a dagger that he "picked up" on the clothes he was wearing this morning, just like the description when it was introduced, inlaid Three sapphires and eighteen first-class cat's eyes... In order to prevent being knocked out and robbed when he walked out, McGarr asked Foga for a rag to wrap it up—now, the 'Ghost Craftsman' Gander Worf's masterpiece is wrapped with a rag for wiping the bar, casually hanging on McGarr's waist.

Gently pressing the gorgeous and exquisite scabbard covered in the rag, McGarr felt the silence behind him——

At this moment, countless potential pirates are standing behind him, staring at him... Not a blessing, this group of irritable men have been exposed to the violent sun for too long, of course they hope that the black-haired young man in front of him Immediately fail, and then get out in disgrace to remove a boarding place for them.

Swallowing his saliva, McGarr felt a little nervous.

Of course he can't be ashamed.

because……

He's the man who's going to be the Pirate King's man!

Swah——

The sound of sharp blades rubbing against the scabbard.

"Wow - this dagger is not bad!"

"Look, do you see the shiny blade! There is no rust at all!"

"...at least five hundred gold coins?!"

"His grandma's! Such a good thing can't be bought with money! How could it fall into the hands of this weak chicken?"

"See the double blood slots on it! Tsk tsk, it's enough to drink a pot if you get stabbed by this thing!"

……

The voices of discussion in the crowd buzzed into one piece, and no one noticed. Behind the cup holding the jujube juice, a faint smile stained the amber pupils of the black sea wolf, and the corners of the lips curled up. The arc of the dagger was a bit bigger——when the covering object was removed, he resumed his indifferent expression, glanced at Megal, as if he was deaf and hadn’t heard the crowd’s praise for the dagger, and calmly moved towards the tropical trees. He raised his chin in the direction.

McGarl glared at him, walked up to the tree with the dagger in hand, raised the dagger high, and stabbed down!

click-

With the first stab, the entire dagger pierced deeply into the tree with ease, and the dry wood made a very crisp cracking sound.

Everyone present saw the black-haired young man pause for a moment—no one noticed that he quickly glanced at the shade. The next second, he pulled out the dagger stuck in the tree and raised it high again. , stabbed down hard——

Snapped--

This time, the tree snapped in half.

In the midst of applause, Megal stood up, wiped off the stained bark on the dagger, and quickly stuffed the dagger back into the scabbard wrapped in the rag.He turned around and stood under the flames, motionless looking at the captain lying in the shade with a careless face.

There was a short silence, only the sound of the rapid beating of the heart could be heard in the ear, and the slight sound of the seagull's wings fluttering across the sea.

"Berwick, take him to the cabin and give him the contract to sign."

A man's lazy voice sounded in the silence.

This is like waking up from sleep. At the moment when Caesar’s words fell, there was a burst of wild applause and applause from the crowd, and people whistled wildly. Even the muscular man standing behind McGarl was excited. Rushing over to wrap his arms around his shoulders, rubbing his soft black hair vigorously with rough hands!

"Nice job, brat!"

He yelled loudly, wishing he could lift McGarl up and put it on his shoulders, and be pushed and rubbed by the crowd. The black-haired young man couldn't help showing a clear and bright smile, and he waved to the crowd excitedly. Folding my arms, feeling like I've finally reached the pinnacle of my life (didn't)!

……lame! ! ! ╮(￣▽￣”)╭

Do you think this will stump me! ! !Dead dog! ! ! ! !

Come and kneel! ! !Call the emperor quickly! ! !Come give me an award! ! ! ! !

As a standard Jack Su time-traveling man!Not only does Lao Tzu have a strong language talent (he doesn't)! !Also has a strong arm that no one can beat (nor)! ! ! !

Hahahahahaha the striptease is skipped! !Who do you think can be stumped by cutting down a big tree! ! !You're a shipwreck, and you're on the right track today! ! !I'm a man who's going to be the Pirate King's man—do you think I'm joking? ! !Tell you, NO! ! ! ! ! !

At this moment, McGarr's heart was racing with blood, however, the one who was about to present him with the award was obviously out of shape.

Glancing at the black-haired young man who was being rubbed back and forth in the arms of the muscular man, the man frowned, and then flattened it, "...it's so hot," the most willful captain in the Mediterranean said from his gorgeous deck chair. Standing up, he beckoned listlessly to another charge captain next to him, "Come on, Ebike, you come and keep checking, I'm going back to take a nap."

"Wh-what?——" Withdrawing his gaze from the triumphant mascot of the future fleet, Rick's eyes widened, "Sleep on your mother's nap—you read the recruitment for me! Bastard captain!"

"Don't watch it, you're so annoying." Caesar glanced at his first mate in disgust, "I'll go to the cabin to see how they signed the contract, are you coming? ... If you don't come, just hang out here by yourself .”

"What's so interesting about signing a contract! You stay here for me!"

"Goodbye."

The tall and handsome man put one hand in the pocket of his trousers, and slowly scratched his hair with the other. Then he turned around, waved his sleeves, and left all the excitement behind him.

"Damn it!" The red-haired mate grabbed the charge captain named Ebike, pushed him to the seat where Caesar had just been sitting with his face full of "fear", and then followed his boss with curses— —

"Hey, Captain Bastard, that guy is not bad! I really didn't realize that he has amazing wrist strength."

"Ah... that's right." The man who was walking onto the deck lazily replied.

Lake: "A tree pole as big as a bowl - I can't guarantee that it will be cut off in one shot - the one with small arms and legs can be cut off with two inexplicable daggers! - What to do, I don't want to let it go He's only a walruser! You say if—"

"..." Caesar rolled his eyes, "It's not some 'inexplicable' dagger, idiot."

Lake: "How about letting him work on the deck? I've seen Ebike's idiot face upset, and I just need someone to threaten his position, and... wait, wait, what did you say?"

Caesar: "Are you blind? That's 'ghost killing'."

"...Huh?" Lake blinked blankly, "What ghost killer?...the one with three sapphires and eighteen opals?"

Caesar: "Yes."

Lake: "'Ghost Craftsman' Gandelworth's last work, the 'Ghost Killer' known as the 'Last Dagger'?!"

Caesar: "Uh..."

Lake: "The 'Ghost Killer' in the second box from the left in your collection room?!"

Caesar: "Was. Now it's hanging from your mascot's waist like a wine bag... and probably wrapped around a vomit wipe."

Rick: "..."

Accidentally discovering that Lake's stupid appearance can make people feel happy physically and mentally, Caesar sneered: "Do you still want to let your mascot go on deck?"

Lake: "...I'm going to kill him, and then get back my 'Ghost Killer' - he dared to use it to chop trees!!! What is that!!! Is it a hatchet?!!! Like it ?!!!!"

"...Hiss, it's so noisy, what are you yelling about?" Kicking the angry red-haired first mate ruthlessly, the captain ordered coldly, "Go and get that stack of contracts, in order to prevent you from being signed by such rubbish again." , this year I will personally supervise these rookies to sign the contract, hurry up!"