captain migraine

On the fifth day after McGarl boarded the ship, the black sea wolf fleet did not go directly to Spain as planned. They chose a straight line all the way north to Cagliari-this is a port belonging to the Italian territory, located between Italy and Tunisia In the middle, an independent island, as the capital of Sardinia many years later, the wealth of this island can be imagined.

Dancing girls, businessmen, mercenaries, thieves, and pirates from individual fleets gather here. Perhaps it is not as free as Djerba Island, which is the "pirate's paradise", but once the ships approach, they can be seen at the pier far away. Feel the bustle and bustle of this Italian island.

After the ship docked at the pier, the pirates scrambling to get off the ship.McGarl, who is unfamiliar with the place and does not understand Italian at all, chooses to stay on the ship honestly. The best pastime for all kinds of boredom is to harass the grumpy nanny Lake—in the exclusive cabin of the first mate, from Lake’s impatient nose He snatched the chart from the bottom and took a look. Immediately, McGarr was horrified to find that their next stop was actually Algiers——

McGall: "...Is it because I opened the chart wrong?"

Rick: "What's wrong?"

McGarr: "Aren't we going to Spain?"

Lake: "The captain said we can go to Algiers for a rest before then."

McGall: "..."

Normal route: Tunisia - Spain.

Current route: Tunisia—Italy opposite Tunisia—Algeria opposite Italy, next door to Tunisia—Spain.

Mediterranean half-moon tour...

The original four-day route of "the shortest straight line between two points" has been tossed into a ladder to heaven that can only be completed in two weeks-seeing this non-mainstream route with a zigzag at a [-]-degree right angle, McGarl couldn't help but sigh The big dog is a weird guy, he either has a brain hole, or he has too much money to burn.

Rick: "...wonderful, isn't it?"

McGarl: "Wonderful."

Lake: "But he is the captain."

McGarr: "The captain can't hide the fact that he's a pervert."

that's all.

When the naive new walrus officer lamented the structure of the captain's brain, he had no idea that Hades had already killed him, and he was about to face catastrophe.

As soon as the fleet entered the pier, the captain of the black sea wolf boarded the first mate's ship himself. Amidst a series of terrified "captain" and "boss" greetings, the indifferent man even barely gave alms No nodding at all, striding all the way with a clear purpose——

Lord Yan's steps stopped at the door of the lounge for walrusers.

After three seconds of silence, the man raised his foot and kicked the door open roughly.

Amidst the creaking and groaning of the cabin door, the empty lounge was neatly tidied up. The decoration in the cabin was very simple, and personal belongings were scarce. It was obvious that his owner had just checked in - an oak barrel specially used for vomiting was thrown away. Seriously and solemnly placed on the ground beside the bed.His calm eyes looked around the lounge, and finally stopped on the poor oak barrel - the man waved back blankly, and immediately rushed into three dog-legged sailors.

Dogleg sailor: "Captain!"

Caesar: "Throw it away, and don't let me see it again."

After saying that, the captain turned around and left without hesitation, and went all the way to the first mate's cabin unimpeded.

The door of the first mate's cabin was flamboyantly open, and when Caesar arrived, he saw the situation inside at a glance——

His first mate was sitting behind the table, playing (not really) with a compass on the chart.And his slave, pouting his buttocks and holding his chin in his hands, was lying innocently (not) at the table watching the first mate play compasses.

... A harmonious scene of dogs and men working together.

His face turned black, and the unknown fire in his heart was fueled.The man stepped into the cabin in twos and threes. Before the two dogs and men in the cabin had time to realize what happened, they picked up the man with the pouting buttocks by the table like a chicken. While staring at him, he hugged the 1.7-meter-five Megar horizontally like playing, and then...

Without hesitation, it was thrown into the sofa about five meters away from the table.

McGarr: "Don't—throw it again! Damn it!"

Caesar: "Shut up and throw you out of the window next time."

There was a blue sea outside the window, and Lake was silent, suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was a bit familiar—for example, his boss seemed to have lifted an overly tall and strong dancing girl with the same posture not long ago, Then she aggressively announced her right to be the first night.

"..." Looking at McGarr, who was knocked and unable to get up on the sofa, the red-haired first mate rubbed his forehead, deciding that it was just a coincidence.

Stretching out his long hand, he dragged the armchair by the window to his buttocks. The captain sat down comfortably without anyone’s invitation, and lazily raised one leg. When the sea breeze blows in through the open window, Caesar’s mood A little bit better—just a little bit.

The amber pupils moved slightly, and the man glanced coldly at the faces of the other two people in the cabin, and suddenly smiled, focusing on the emotional changes of the boss for 30 years. Rick felt a chill down his spine, thinking that this damn thing might be Something bad is going to happen, sure enough...

"What were you talking about just now, I saw you smiling like flowers."

Slightly squinting his eyes, the black sea wolf basking in the sun is like a well-fed beast—it’s a pity that even if he pretends to be amiable, the murderous aura that scares all living beings with his bloody mouth is still coming——

McGarr and Lake quickly exchanged a panicked look.

McGarl: Are you laughing?

Lake: I didn't laugh, did you?

Thanks to Caesar his ancestors, none of us laughed.After the communication, the two of them dedicated their innocent eyes to the captain. McGarr rubbed his waist and got up from the sofa: "We didn't laugh, you read it wrong."

Caesar snorted noncommittally.

"What's the matter with talking and laughing again?" Not only did he have the courage, but McGarl said with a relaxed tone, "Smile, ten years..."

Rick: Shut up!Pig teammates! Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Forced to silence automatically by Caesar's calm sideways glance, McGarr was silent for a moment. After carefully studying the man's facial expression, he suddenly raised his eyes and said in a slightly frightened adverb: "Are you jealous?"

Lake: "...I suddenly feel a little urgent to pee."

Caesar: "..."

McGarl stared: "...Are you really jealous?"

Caesar: "..."

McGarl stared round: "Big dog! You are jealous!"

"I don't." Putting his legs down, Caesar pursed his lips, "Also, call me the captain."

Rick: "...I need to pee urgently."

Caesar: "Sit down, trash, I have something to ask you, what do you think I'm here for?"

I thought you were here to find fault—Caesar was only doing entertainment when he was full, didn't he?Rick sat on his buttocks in horror, and the chair moved back involuntarily.

The captain cleared his throat, and finally regained his human appearance and no longer looked hideous: "Today we had a morning meeting on the main ship..."

"...Morning meeting? I'm the chief mate, why don't I know?" Lake was confused.

"Ah, this." The man's facial muscles were smooth, and he nodded casually, "Probably my correspondent forgot to notify you. It's really useless garbage. I'll give him a whip when I go back."

Lake: ...No, I have put on these little shoes, thank you Captain.

"The content of the meeting was mainly about the walrus crew," Caesar continued slowly as if he didn't see the red-haired mate's expression, "because there is a shortage of walrus crew in our fleet, we decided to cancel the walrus crew's vacation and take Shift system, an extra tier of salary at the end of the month as a reward—Billy is the chief walruser, one three five is still on my ship, two four six seven is a shift with this guy—”

As if pointing at an unknown creature in the cabin, he casually gestured in the direction of McGarr, and the man continued: "This shift system also ensures the safety of the voyage—if one of the walrus crew commits a crime If you make a mistake, another person can correct it in time during the next day's shift."

McGall: "Huh?! Really?"

Caesar: "Your expression looks like an idiot - if you dare to vomit on my boat, you will die. I will give you the last day to change it for me. What a problem!"

McGarr: "Seasickness is also something I can control?"

Caesar: "Swim a few laps with the boat and you won't get dizzy, how about it?"

McGarr: "...I think I can still save it, so I'll change it."

Amidst the quarrel, Lake was silent for a moment.

Then he decided to accept the Captain's barely tenable, reasonable-sounding proposal.

As for the real reason behind the emptiness of the Sith... It is not unreasonable for Reike to survive safely and healthy under Caesar's eyes. The male's seventh sense told him—the captain's perverted desire for exclusiveness was roaring—so he wisely abandon the search for truth.

And with this calculation, he can live a stable life of sending away the plague god for four full days a week.

How nice _(:3)∠)_.

Simply wished for _(:3)∠)_.

With joy in his heart, Lake was about to adjust a normal expression and agree to the captain's new rules, when suddenly, the table in front of him rang, and Caesar's dangerous voice sounded above his head: "Why, can't bear it?"

Lake raised his head in a daze, and found that the man had stood up from the armchair at some point. At this moment, he was standing condescendingly by the table, and his tall figure shrouded the entire Lake in the shadow.

...The posture at this moment can probably be regarded as a portrayal of the life of the red-haired mate.

"Totally willing," Lake said sincerely, "as you command, Captain."

Caesar: "Very well, now let's solve the next problem."

Lake: "...Captain, I'm in a hurry to pee."

Caesar: "What were you studying just now, so close."

Lake: "Our walrus crew has doubts about the current route."

McGarr: "I didn't."

Lake: "Why not admit it? Just ask if you have any questions. Caesar has always been a good captain who is considerate and approachable to his subordinates. He will not scold you."

McGarl: "..." The red-haired dog leg.

Caesar smiled, and sat back on the soft armchair. This time, he leaned on the backrest relaxedly: "I wonder why I came to Cagliari in circles?"

No one in the room dared to answer this question, the acquaintance of the two made the man squint his eyes happily, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "I received the news three days ago that Abaji has a caravan to buy goods here , the transaction includes high-quality gold and a small batch of muskets, which will be shipped to Algiers and sold at high prices to those pirate retail investors..."

Musket? !Lake immediately sat up straight, his eyes shining.

McGarl: "?"

"However, as far as my personal habits are concerned, half of what those linemen say is always right. I always only believe what I see with my own eyes." Caesar said hesitantly, "calculate the time, they are almost here... …Lake, tell me to go down and ask the people below to pretend to be better for me, if anyone spoils my good deed, he will definitely not want to know what will happen to him.”

"……Ah."

McGarl chuckled, propped his chin with one hand, sat motionless on the sofa and looked at the big dog not far away.

The burning gaze made the man frown uncomfortably.

"doing what?"

"Nothing." McGarl came back to his senses and smiled.

...I just don't think you're fucking telling the truth, bitch.