captain migraine

After the recruiting, the Stormrage still has three days to stop in Djerba Island.

Thank goodness, I only know that the troublesome captain's Shengjun and his party didn't scare these rookies to pee their pants. This time, the Black Sea Wolf's fleet recruited a total of 130 crew members, including a walrus crew and two drummer.The quality of the remaining sailors was uneven, and they were picked up by other fleets who came to join in the fun. Although they were picked up by others, it also made the bosses of these ships really happy for a few days.

In the rest of the time, the novice crew members will not go back to their home on Djerba Island. At the request of the first mate, Lake, they must become familiar with every corner of the ship as soon as possible—after all, it will be a long time in the future Here, what accompanied them was no longer the happy island that sings and sings every night. They were about to bid farewell to the comfortable life in the past, tidied up their heads and hung them on their belts, and from this moment on, the boat was their only home.

As for the fleet mascot who has been tricked onto the ship...

Under Lake's strong protest, McGarr was finally left in the fleet of the chief mate who lacked walrus crew. "That guy is my slave," the man said to his first mate in the captain's lounge with a stinky face. "Just borrow it from you temporarily, and return it to me as soon as a new walrus crew is recruited at the next port."

"You look like a hen guarding her cubs, Captain."

"That's because you acted like a wretched weasel first."

Reick, who had obtained a new walrus card and had numerous personal attacks, slammed the door angrily and left under Caesar's triumphant gaze.

And at this moment, McGarr, the mascot of the fleet, was skipping work for the first time in his life—this was the last day of the Stormrage's berthing, and he got off the ship in the dark before dawn. He thought he left the fleet without anyone noticing. When he clumsily kicked over the container on the pier and made a loud noise, the captain who had no idea of ​​getting up early was standing on the deck of Stormrage with a blank expression on his face. He had a panoramic view of his fleeing behavior.

Watching the rat-like figure leaving, the captain, who was in a good mood, raised the corners of his lips, and tolerantly chose to turn a blind eye.

……

Old Fante's home.

"Can you pretend to be festive?" McGarr said vaguely, biting rye bread, "I'm going to be a pirate, not to die."

Van Te, who lost his eyes, sat at the table silently. In the quiet room, the kerosene lamp shone on his scarred eyes, and the years had left deep marks on his face... He finally had to Admitting that he is old, the Fant who yearned for the sea died under the gunfire of the pirates a few days ago.

When McGarl pretended to be relaxed, no one made him relax. Fant, who was blowing his beard and staring at the price of a small fishing boat on the pier half a month ago, disappeared and threatened to beat him once when he saw him. Fant with his back disappeared, as if the one sitting at the table was just a blind old man.

Fortunately, Lake broke the silence and poured McGarl half a glass of rum with his intact arm. He was holding a plate of hard bread and sat down next to the black-haired young man: "Which fleet have you been assigned to?" ?”

"It seems to be Lake." McGarr scratched his chin confusedly, "I remember that the pirate flag of Big Dog's ship is not the same as Lake's."

"Caesar's flag is the 'Black Wolf Flag', which is his own symbol." Fante, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke out. His voice was hoarse, and his head was tilted slightly, as if he was listening to the chewing of the two people at the table. "Lake used 'Happy Jero', you can't even tell the difference, are you going to eat the whip?"

"Lake has a bad temper, but I heard he is a good boss." Lake said absently.

McGarl laughed dryly, not knowing what to answer, so the room fell into an awkward silence again.

"I remember that the black sea wolf's fleet didn't sign a lifelong contract," Fante said, "...my son is useless, and I'm not going to hurt you, I know you'd rather go to a striptease than Go to be some kind of pirate... Find a chance to do two things, and come back after paying off Lake’s debt, I’m blind and can’t go anywhere, I’m just waiting for you here.”

"...Don't talk nonsense, old man, even if you say a flower, your name is not within the scope of my tattoo on the back!"

McGarl laughed hoarsely. He and Lake exchanged a surprised look when Fant couldn't see it. And before that, they almost reached a tacit agreement and tried not to mention it as much as possible.

The guilt flashing in Lake's eyes also made McGarr's skin crawl.

He began to think about whether it was worth skipping work today to listen to the father and son's bitter drama.

"If you hadn't picked me up from the sea, I would have drowned ass." Swirling the drink in the glass, McGarl stood up staggeringly, and the bench dragged on the ground and made a long harsh friction sound.

He pulled his clothes, thought for a while, and lifted the rag around his waist. The delicate scabbard was hung on the young man's waist. The obsidian on the scabbard was just like his master's pupils in the dimly lit house. shining.

"I am leaving."

"So urgent?" Lake finally came out of the dead man's expression. He looked out of the window with complicated emotions in his eyes, "It's just about to dawn."

"Well, the captain who can't hold back is a very possessive pervert... When I open my eyes, I can't see that I am waiting by the side. My first reaction is to deduct my salary—the ship hasn't sailed yet. I have already deducted one-third of my salary this month. One."

After drinking the rest of the wine in the glass in one gulp, McGarl walked to the door in three steps. When he put his hand on the doorknob, he finally paused, and then said vaguely: "You two, father and son, take care of yourself." But, don't make any more fools."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the room to reply, he forcefully opened the door and strode away from this suffocating place.

McGarl didn't tell Fante and the others from the beginning to the end that in order to replace Lake, he not only signed a crew contract, but also signed a slave contract by the way.

Leave the fleet?

There are only two possibilities.

He is dead, or, Caesar is dead.

……

Facing the first ray of morning light, Megal returned to the pier of Djerba Island.

In the morning, the sky was gloomy, and the sea breeze was a little cool on the bare skin in the air.The entire pier was shrouded in mist. The staff at the pier hadn’t arrived at work yet, and the ships docked by the pier were also silent. Some of them have just gotten up from the arms of their sisters in special industries, and they are talking nonsense, welcoming the new day with the beauty of their dreams.

The surrounding was quiet and silent, silently helping up the wooden box that was kicked over when walking in the dark in the morning. At this time, the orange morning light scattered from the mist and shone on Megal's numb face. With a long yawn, he raised his hands and stretched lazily——

Look, what a beautiful scene, seagulls, morning light, pier, lazy Orientals...

wow-

Until the cold sea water falling from the sky chilled the black-haired young man bathed in the sun.

McGall: "..."

thump.

"Leaving the ship without permission, deducting wages, fifty gold coins."

A deep and magnetic male voice sounded from above the head, and the wooden barrel in his hand was thrown away casually. The captain of the Stormrage leaned lazily on the side of the ship, looking down at the black-haired young man standing under the ship with a blank expression. .

Megal, who was wet from head to underpants, opened his mouth and swallowed the swear words that had reached his mouth.Grinning, the current trusted walrus officer and private slave of the captain who was captured showed a not-so-good-looking smile: "Morning, captain."

"Get on board."

The ungrateful captain snorted and spoke concisely, then turned and left the side of the ship, leaving only a gorgeous back view for his slave.

Five seconds later, a blast of musket guns pierced through the peaceful morning light, and the seagulls screamed and fluttered across the water——

"Get up, big bastards - gather me! Tighten the ropes and set sail!"

……

"Tighten the rope and prepare to sail!"

"Sailman in place! Long life to you, Captain!"

"Good day, Captain!"

"All in place! The helmsman returns to his post!"

"Where's the drummer? How about some fucking music—"

White waves broke through the bow, bare chest, and bloody long knife. When the horn of attack sounded, the raging Sea God was also trembling for this group of people!

In this early morning, they set sail again with pride and freedom to the sound of drums!