captain migraine

After drinking the beer, McGarl dragged the only small bench in the room over, sat under his buttocks, and then held his chin with both hands, staring at the man who was sleeping on the bed with ecstasy—there is no TV or computer here. Before it appeared, when it was dark, McGarr's only entertainment was to sleep, but now that the bed was occupied, he had no choice but to change his entertainment to watching handsome guys.

Then again, this guy is really handsome.

Even if he has a bad attitude and a natural look of ruthlessness and white eyes, it can't affect his handsomeness.

So handsome that McGarr was willing to give him half of the last piece of hard bread for breakfast.

He held his big face and looked at it for a while, and thought of something obscene, the young man's black eyes slightly narrowed to reveal a hint of a smile.Reaching out his hand, he turned over the wet towel covering the man's forehead to cool down, and touched it casually, but he had a low-grade fever.McGarl heaved a sigh of relief, the old man had a high fever last night, which caused him to stay up all night—for fear that this guy would die in his own bed due to a wound infection—

die?Yo, what a joke, he only has this bed!

"What's your name?" McGarr muttered.

no respond.

Obviously, the other party couldn't understand what he was saying... Even if they could, they probably wouldn't bother to talk to him.

Stretching out his index finger, just like he often did, he poked at the man's forehead. The strength was not strong, but it was enough to shake his head slightly.The man who was disturbed in his sleep clicked his tongue slightly and pursed his lips, as if he wanted to get angry and then suppressed it.In the stalemate, he finally lost, rolled over, and turned his back to another boring person in the room.

"I can't just call you 'Hello' all the time, can I?" McGarl ignored the other party's attitude, put his chin on one hand with a smile, and continued to chatter on his own, "Is it okay to call Gousheng?"

"..."

"Don't dislike the name Rutu, the name Tu is easy to feed, it's the most suitable for a half-dead person like you... If you don't like dog leftovers, dog eggs are also good?"

"..."

"Or call it Ergou?"

"..."

"You're so picky, why are you still so picky when you're half in the coffin?" McGarr complained, hesitated for a while and finally said, "For the sake of your size, let's call it a big dog."

The other party still did not respond.The muscular back was facing Megal in a determined posture, with no intention of turning back at all.Talking to himself was too boring, McGarr stood up and poured himself a glass of light beer again - he is a man who understands fun, so he decided to find a topic that is more interesting to both parties now.

After deliberating for a while, McGarr switched to Arabic. Judging from the observation of the language in the past few days, he knew that the big dog could understand Arabic.

He moved to the back of the big dog, his cheeks were almost touching the other's skin, he raised the corners of his lips, and said in a very low voice, "I heard that Caesar is dead."

McGarr's pronunciation of "Caesar" is very strange. He learned it on the spot by imitating the barking strong man at the pier today. The guy probably came from Italy and spoke Arabic with an Italian accent.But he knew that the big dog understood what he said, because the man who hadn't moved at all suddenly moved his fingers—this movement was so fast that if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice it at all, but McGarr didn't even notice it for a moment. Staring at the man intently, he certainly didn't miss this.

McGarl admits that he is a little slut who picks up other people's pain points ╮(￣▽￣")╭.

He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, but at the same time, he felt a little subtle.

He guessed right, the big dog was indeed a pirate.

……

McGarr picked up the big dog near the wreckage of the German ship.

It was three days ago, a sunny weekend.

The lively dock people are busy carrying cheese and butter from northern Italy.McGarr staggered and threw a box of butter onto the freighter's trailer. Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the coast not far away.

The sound was so loud that even the sea water became turbulent.

After a loud noise, there was a brief silence, and the people on the pier put down their goods and looked towards the sea——

Immediately afterwards, they heard thunderous cheers.

A porter came running from not far away in a panic, scrambling and yelling—he was speaking too fast for Megal to understand, and it must be a group of Arab pirates who overwhelmed the German pirates.

But there is one sentence that he understands—now the group of Arab pirates is dividing the spoils.

The people at the pier became impatient, all of them gearing up, with a trace of yearning and hunger on their faces.

Divide the spoils?what does that mean?It means that after the group of Arab pirates divides the spoils, what is left is theirs - they are likely to find good clothes left over there, food, fresh water, and even cold weapons.

If you're lucky, you might be able to get a dilapidated ship—but it's not the turn of ordinary people, even if you go to get things, according to the unwritten rules of Djerba Island, it's not the turn of those new porters. The workers go first, there are always some high-ranking foremen among them, and the first layer of fat is searched by them according to the rules.

Old Fant's son is such a lucky existence.

As for McGarl, he belongs to the kind who picks up leaks with a kerosene lamp after dark—although it is usually his turn that there is probably no hair left. According to the urine behavior of the bastards before, the pirate corpses Whether the clothes can be kept is a problem-people often say that German pirates are very rich, so the clothes they wear are naturally good.

So in order not to lose money, McGarl also brought an ax by the way... If he couldn’t find anything, he decided to secretly chop some wood from the boat and bring it back to make fire. no?

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Megarti slipped a kerosene lamp in the dark and boarded the half-burned sanzhi boat that was stranded on the beach—this is the latest and most powerful boat at the moment. It is the fastest sea boat to open at this time.Caesar has some skills. According to the porter at the dock, this guy's fleet has the largest number of ships among all the pirates.

If the ship had not been destroyed beyond repair, the Barberus brothers could not have left it here.

It took McGarl half an hour to successfully find a low stool that was still in good condition (the one under his buttocks), a box of tea in a tattered tin box that was hidden by a pirate, and a few more. scattered metal buttons.

The tea was presumably brought in from China, and in this day and age even the worst quality tea fetched a good price.

McGarr was in a good mood, and based on the conservative concept of accepting as soon as it was good, he planned to call it a day and go home with satisfaction.When I got off the boat, my mood drifted, and I didn't pay attention, and stepped on a limp corpse.

The corpse actually groaned.

"!"

The kick scared McGarr to death.

"Brother, don't blame it, don't blame it, I didn't pick up your clothes, I'm not so nasty, I don't even put the clothes of dead people-huh?"

McGarl paused.

He licked his chapped lips from the sea breeze, carefully put the box containing the tea into his arms and covered it, put down the bench he was carrying, squatted down, and raised the kerosene lamp in his hand slightly—— The kerosene had almost run out, and the light was yellow and dim. He moved closer, narrowed his eyes, and lifted the kerosene lamp to the side of the corpse.

This corpse is still angry?

McGarl thought with some surprise.

Then he finally realized, was he surprised?

...But when this "later" came, the corpse was already lying on his clean, hard bed.

When he saw his clean sheets were stained with sand, sea water, and blood, McGarr felt a little regretful.

When he used the second bucket of fresh water to clean the man's wound, he began to formally regret it.

When he noticed that he was picking up a few gold coins and started to think about how much these would be enough to buy simple medicines and bandages, he suddenly regretted it.

When he thought of the endless troubles that hiding a pirate in his home would cause, he finally had the urge to return the man on the bed to the seaside.

But in the end McGarl kept the big dog.

Because it was completely dark.

Because the kerosene lamp has no kerosene.

Because the sea breeze was quite strong, it was a bit cold outside, and McGarr didn't want to be blown by the sea breeze to give him a headache.

Because he's good-looking and can just eat... Uh, no.

Because after spending two buckets of fresh water to wash this dead dog-like man, he found that he was quite handsome, even the knife-cut wound on his eye looked very good-looking.

It's a pity to die.

"—In the final analysis, it was not your face that saved you."

After the memory was over, the black-haired young man squatting beside the bed poked the man's back and muttered.

The big dog was lying on the bed very quietly. Except for the slightest reaction when McGarr told him about Caesar's death at the beginning, he remained motionless, as if he had fallen asleep again.

And he did fall into a hazy consciousness again.In a daze, he could only hear the voice that seemed to never stop, chattering in a language he didn't understand.The voice fluctuated from high to low, with many tones...

It sounds pretty good.

He turned around and lay flat on the bed.

The furry head moved up, and the soft hair touched his chest, itching a bit.The man scratched, then pushed the thing away unceremoniously.

What's the matter?

Under the bandage, he frowned impatiently.

"White-eyed wolf, I slept in my bed, and I still don't share half with me." McGarr rubbed his neck that was almost dislocated by the push, and sat back on his stool obediently, lying on the edge of the bed, staring at the big dog After watching for a while, I continued to entertain myself without giving up——

"What do you think of black pepper with dashi?"

"..."

"Ah, speaking of fish soup. I almost forgot to tell you. Today, Old Fante sold me the boat he got. Hehe... Well, although it is for sale, I think it is more appropriate to say it is a gift. , that old guy is so kind in his heart, don’t you think he’s very kind? Yes, that’s right, because he’s the same as me. Well, generally speaking, we can have fish soup tomorrow, aren’t you happy?”

"..."

"Just smile when you're happy, shall we have meat tomorrow?"

"..."

"It's time to eat meat!"

"..."

"I'm a very nice person. I'm sure I won't bully you if you don't see it. I'll always leave something nutritious for you. So tomorrow I'll eat fish and you drink soup, okay? Well, that's it, no thanks. "

"..."

"Big dog?"

"..."

"Wang, come and listen?"

"..."

The sea breeze is very cool at night, blowing on the face is salty, with dampness and a little smell of seaweed, but it is unusually peaceful.In the small wooden house, the kerosene lamp burned the last drop of kerosene, and the wick flickered for a moment, then completely extinguished...

After a while, the young man's slight snoring sounded in the room, and the warm breath exhaled from the tip of his nose inadvertently sprayed on the man's fingertips placed beside the bed.The man was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously withdrew his hand back.

After hesitating for a moment, he gently put it back.

Outside, Djerba's nightlife is just beginning.

Those pirates were intoxicated in the gentle country, singing and dancing, singing whiskey and wine with enthusiasm, they drank and sang, and were as happy as if there was no tomorrow.