captain migraine

The big dog likes to look away when he lacks confidence, and sometimes he will snort pretending to be disdainful.

For example, every morning when McGarl smiled and said "Good day, Captain" to him across the boat.

For example, when he pushed Minghuang's behavior of giving the first mate small shoes to the messenger's head just now.

Another example is when he said he came to Cagliari only to witness the target cargo being loaded onto the ship.

When McGarl saw the non-mainstream chart with a zigzag shape at a [-]-degree right angle, he thought that this way of walking did not seem to be chasing something, but more like delaying time... To be precise, it was What is the big dog trying to hide—oh, this is terrible, there is still something in this world that this dead dog is afraid of?

The black-haired young man was sitting on the sofa, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the calculating look of wagging his tail made him want to slap him from the bottom of his heart.Caesar held his head and watched him for a while, but finally gave up the idea of ​​dragging him over and beating him up—because he couldn't think of a suitable reason after thinking about it for a long time.The tall man stood up from the armchair, showed a lazy smile, and hooked his hands at the slave on the sofa like a pet: "Come, follow me to get off the boat."

The automatic translator is here!McGall got up from the sofa with bright eyes: "Where are you going?"

The man who saw his excitement curled his lips, responded vaguely, and said slowly: "I heard that there is a bar in Cagliari that sells great Sangiovia wine. I sold you for about Just enough to change a barrel."

McGarr: "Joke, can wine be worth as much as me?"

Caesar: "It's worth more than you."

McGarr: "I'm a rare walrus man! If you sell me, you're going to drive the boat into the big trench, what the hell!"

Caesar smiled contemptuously: "Joke, try?"

Lake: "...Wait, let me ask you a question, when did your age go back 20 years?"

McGarr: "What? I'm only 20 today."

McGarr's rare honesty pleased his master very well. The captain let out a hearty laugh, stretched out his big hands and ruffled the young man's soft black hair: "Why are you so honest and admit that you have no brains?"

McGall: "..."

Caesar: "You are so honest that I, the host, feel very embarrassed."

McGarl: "Go away."

Caesar: "Say 'I'm sorry to embarrass you, Captain', and I'm in a good mood today, and your salary will not be deducted."

McGarr: "Go! Go! Go!"

Caesar: "Salary deduction, ten gold coins. Congratulations, you won't get a dime this month."

……

The two of them walked out of the cabin while talking, and when the noisy voice became farther and farther away, the huge first officer's cabin finally returned to silence.The red-haired first officer sitting alone at the table stared blankly at the door for a while, and a burst of moist and cool air blew in from the open window. Amidst the sound of the waves, Lake narrowed his eyes and yawned... Really A rare and quiet day suitable for taking a nap.

God of the Sea bless you, these two noisy guys don't come back before dinner.

Cagliari is a typical Italian city.

The fourteenth century was the beginning of the Renaissance movement, and Italy was the birthplace of the Renaissance. In addition to the prevalence of Gothic clothing, Florentine artists began to study Roman art, which opened up the clothing that was popular in Italy at this time. , Clear and elegant.

On the bustling streets, women are wearing gorgeous Uprando, with long skirts and fat, high waist, and deep V necklines, which generously expose their white skin on their chests.Men prefer tight-fitting trousers, and they wear a kind of luxurious and exquisite clothing called "Pulpovan". According to different seasons, the materials used in this clothing include velvet, brocade, silk and high-grade woolen fabrics. From the middle of the fourth century to the era of Louis XIV in the middle of the seventeenth century, Purpovan continued to be the main jacket for men for three centuries.

Even in broad daylight, the taverns open early, and the bustling streets are filled with the scent of wine.Looking around, the streets are full of characteristic buildings with round vaults, giant doors and windows—unlike Djerba Island, Cagliari is closer to the city where Italians live, and streets can be seen everywhere Entertainers and those brats chasing and fighting.

Walking on the uneven bluestone streets, the way Megar, whose eyes were almost overwhelmed, looked around reminded Caesar of a bumpkin entering the city.

Clearing his throat and pressing the pointed boat cap on his head as camouflage, the man moved the corners of his lips and said in a deep voice, "Have you never been to Italy before?"

"No," McGarr said, "so don't expect me to speak Italian."

"..." The man was silent for a while, raised his hand and gently rubbed the corner of his lower lip with his rough thumb, and suddenly showed a playful smile, and then a long and skillful sentence in Italian suddenly popped out from his mouth.

McGarl: "What do you mean?"

"If you get lost, just find a patrolling officer and tell him this, and he will send you back to the pier."

"..."

To put it simply, if you get lost, go to the police uncle, I understand.

McGarr thought for a while, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw the vicious smile on the big dog's lips that hadn't had time to restrain himself, and immediately became vigilant: "What does this sentence mean?"

The man lowered his head, gave his slave a lazy sideways glance, and translated very honestly: "'Sir, I'm lost, please take me to the port, my father is waiting for me there.'"

"...The age range for this sentence is about five years old, right?"

"You just admitted that you have zero IQ, five years old is flattering you."

"I'm not as young as your father."

"Great, I'm not as old as your son."

"Hmph... hey, wait - you have a son?!"

The man who was looking at a delicate button that the young girl was selling at the street stall paused, and then casually threw the button back into the box: "Ah... maybe there is, who knows."

McGall: "..."

Open up new worlds in small talk.

As for this kind of shit-like answer, if it comes from the big dog's mouth, it is so reasonable that people don't want to pursue its irrationality at all.

"Rake has two sons and a daughter—although I don't know who the mother is... But there are only a lot more people who want to climb into my bed than Lake's big trash, and there are always a few of them who will succeed Yes, ah, although I am usually very careful, it is inevitable that there will be times when the security measures fail... What are you doing with that look?" The man smiled, stretched out his hand and hooked the chin of the young man who was staring blankly at him, " I am a normal man and I have physical needs."

While talking, he casually picked up a bottle of wine sold on the street and looked at it absently. The man looked around from time to time, as if he was waiting for something. When he disembarked, Caesar changed the set he liked when he was the captain. He dragged his equipment and dressed like an ordinary German businessman. In the whole street, the only one who knew that he had a short musket stuffed in his boots and a dagger hidden in his belt was only one person.

Until there was a commotion from the port.

Putting down the bottle of low-quality wine that was completely unacceptable to black sea wolves, the man stood up, still moving slowly and lazily, except for the sharp gaze in those amber pupils, which made people notice a little difference.

The man stretched out his hand and patted the black-haired young man's head, and said in a pleasant tone as he would speak to a pet: "Play by yourself, wait for me here, I'll be back to pick you up later."

McGarl: "Where are you going?"

Caesar smiled: "The God of Wealth is here, I'll pick him up."

Only then did he think of the group of arms dealers that Caesar used as a cover. Is this guy really going to watch other people's arms get on board?After pondering for a moment, McGarr frowned and said, "I'm going too."

"Children can't go to that kind of place," Caesar said lightly, but in a tone that could not be refused, "Wait here, don't run around, there are traffickers here, you look like... Although it is not good-looking, it is also quite valuable , so don't talk to strangers... oh forget it, you don't speak Italian at all."

McGall: "..." Fuck your second uncle's "although" is not good-looking.

After explaining, the captain turned around and was about to leave.

He had just walked three steps outside when he suddenly remembered something. The man hesitated for a moment, then turned around and returned to Megal, pinching the other's chin with two fingers, and forcibly lifted up the pair of black eyes. His pupils met his own.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the man ordered in an unprecedented serious tone: "Play with yourself, don't meddle in your own business, if I find out, I will deduct all your next month's salary."

McGarr: "Understood, get out of here."

Caesar: "Say 'Yes, Captain.'"

McGarl clapped the other's hand away impatiently: "Okay, Dad."

Caesar smiled: "Good boy."

Then the captain left with peace of mind.

Then McGarr also turned around and went in the opposite direction of the church building.

Then when he took the first foot, he forgot the captain's words from the back of his head.