captain migraine

Before the sun completely disappeared from the sea level, McGarl followed Caesar back to the ship. Even though they had landed, their dinner was still held on the ship. As for the reason——

Caesar: "Is the garbage in the tavern edible?"

Look, the reason is because the captain is a man who likes to be poor and fastidious ╮(￣▽￣")╭.

The content of the dinner can be described as gorgeous - due to the relationship between the docking, the ingredients have become richer, and the chef dedicated to Caesar has finally been able to show his skills - the beef short ribs sprinkled with herb and black pepper sauce, fried to the right point, exuding fresh lemon Tasty cod pieces, fluffy and delicious chocolate cake, and seafood as an appetizer, and everyone was even given a glass of good Italian wine just bought from the tavern——

All the people present here are senior crew members with positions on the ship, but the difference in status alone is obviously not the best reason for them to still maintain a dignified meal in the face of delicious food.

Because of Caesar's rules, when sailing at sea, whether it is the captain or the lowest-ranking crew member who scrubs the deck, when the sailing time is too long, all everyone can get is moldy flour, and occasionally there is pickled cheese to improve the meal. The side dishes are bacon and fish, as well as stale and yellowed vegetables that must be matched.When the ale and rum were all gone, they had to quench their thirst with stale water, and at worst, everyone had tasted what rats and seabirds tasted like roasting.

It is really not easy for them to have a fresh and delicious dinner.

McGarl, who never expected to have the opportunity to see black pepper sauce steak in this life, was even more moved and almost wanted to thank God.

While Caesar clinked glasses with a group of crew, McGarr was eating steak.

McGarr was scraping black pepper juice off the empty plate as Caesar gracefully sliced ​​through his own steak.

When Caesar put the last bit of steak in his mouth, McGarl had already turned around and pounced on the chocolate cake, which was one third of the way.

When Caesar decided to take a break and put down the cutlery, McGarr gasped and reached for the apple pudding on the table with his sinful spoon.

"Are you going to eat and die at this table?" When the black-haired young man shoved the apple pudding into his mouth with trembling hands, the captain showed an elegant smile at the noisy table, and his body slightly turned towards him. Leaning in the direction of the slave, he whispered a warning with the corner of his mouth.

"I'm hungry." The cold and smooth apple pudding was so delicious that it almost brought tears to McGarr's eyes. "I'm really hungry."

Shocked by the young man's sincere and aggrieved tone, his amber pupils stared at McGarl for a while, and the captain, who always thought he treated the crew well, asked in a slightly shocked tone: "Lake won't give you food. ?”

"Here," McGarr thought for a while, and replied honestly, "But I don't have enough to eat, there are only vegetables and apples, and I want to eat meat."

Caesar: "..."

... Above, the red-haired first mate is lying on the gun.

After a moment of silence, using his own knife and fork, he gracefully took a piece of wood pineapple from the fruit plate and put it on McGarr's plate.During the period, Caesar turned his head leisurely, clinked a glass with the storm captain who was clamoring for a toast, drank the red wine in the glass, put down the glass, looked at McGarr again, and said tolerantly in the tone of feeding a pet: "Eat slowly, there is still a lot—and, the wood pineapple has to be eaten."

His slender fingertips tapped the pineapple he had placed on Megal's plate.

McGarl's movements froze - one day he saw with his own eyes the crew in charge of the catering driving rusty iron nails into pineapples and tying all the good pineapples into hedgehogs. Compared with them, he preferred food hygiene He would never miss the wood pineapple——

"Don't be picky eaters," Caesar ordered lightly, as if seeing his hesitation, "those iron nails are for adding iron to the fruit to prevent anemia, as well as a daily serving of brandy, tea, lemon juice and spices Don’t let me see you pouring the drink into the sea secretly again, the main purpose of adding lemon is to avoid scurvy and rickets, which will kill you during long-term voyages.”

McGarl froze, showing a dazed face: "I dumped that thing into the sea and you saw it?"

"It seems that I drank it on the first day, but it was secretly dumped into the sea from the second day on." The captain said calmly, "I see."

McGarl: "...you have nothing to do every day to spy on me?"

Caesar: "Fart you, I'm very busy."

McGarr: "Then how can I be caught by you for doing some bad things?"

Caesar snorted, "That's because you are stupid."

McGall: "..."

The merry supper went on till the moon was high.During the period, Caesar's correspondent ran in in a panic once, and he said something in Caesar's ear. At that time, the captain's face didn't change much—he basically maintained a deadpan face from the beginning to the end. , I can't tell whether it is good news or bad news.

But afterwards, everyone knew that Caesar barely tolerated his anger until the meal was over.

When the last drop of wine in the glass was exhausted, and all the senior executives were belching with eyes rolled, the captain put down the red wine glass in his hand and stood up from the table, announcing a shocking news——

"The group of Abaji merchants colluded with Leosa and ran away when the sun went down."

Everyone: "..."

Five seconds later.

"What!!!!" Over the dining table, a red-haired man jumped up and threw the table and shouted, "That dwarf!! He's just here to make fun of you, boss!! Fuck his [-]th generation of ancestors! Get ready to set sail !Chase!"

"Chasing!" Eric, the charge captain directly under Lake, also jumped up, and slammed the fork into the wooden dining table with a bang, "Make those businessmen look good! How dare you collude with Leosa! Snatch them all without underwear!" left!"

...Are you planning to give someone a pair of underwear?It’s really the conscience of the industry... Caesar, who had successfully aroused everyone’s emotions, had already slowly sat back in his seat, while McGarl, who was motionless from the beginning to the end, was sitting at the table, watching a group of pirates beside the table screaming and screaming enthusiastically, scratching their heads. Chin, I thought the name Leosa was familiar, where did I hear it?

Reached out, elbowed whoever was sitting next to him—

The person who was shocked suddenly stiffened, as if he had been greatly frightened.

McGarl: "?... What's wrong with you?"

Sitting on the other side of McGarl was Caesar's immediate charge captain Abby.At this moment, he stared wide-eyed and looked at McGarl in a panic, but in the next second, he immediately regained his composure, as if changing his face, the expression on his face changed so quickly that McGarl almost thought he had seen it away squinted.

"Nothing." Abby smiled.

Neither of the two noticed that the captain at the head of the table, propping his chin with one hand and having a panoramic view of everything, smiled lazily.

As if Abby noticed it, he raised his head and glanced at Caesar quickly. However, the latter had already looked away at this time, and he was a little relieved. The captain of the charge turned his head and said to the new walrus officer with a bewildered face, " Leosa is a Spaniard, and it is said that he is a down-and-out nobleman. A new force suddenly rose three or four years ago, and he gathered the scattered pirates of the Spanish generation in a very short time. He was ranked second in the ranking of the Pirate Guild once, and people said that he was the number two in the Mediterranean Sea... Moreover, he and our captain... are very incompatible."

"Oh." McGarl thought about it, and just when Abby thought he would ask some high-end questions, the black-haired young man suddenly seemed a little nervous and lowered his voice, approaching him and whispering, "What does that guy look like?" Sample?"

Abby: "... what?"

"Handsome?"

Abby: "...It should be okay, but it's a little short....Why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing."

To prevent the hostile relationship from turning into love and killing each other in the end, this kind of bloody Korean drama plot is not fun at all in reality, the big dog is my property.McGarl smiled, and was about to say something, when suddenly his wrist was grabbed vigorously, and when he looked up, Rick came over from the other side of the dining table at some point, and was trying to drag him out: "Let's go, let's go!" , back to our own ship, ready to sail—"

The new walrus officer who was being dragged around was about to emphasize to his superior that he would go. The next moment, his collar tightened, and a tall figure appeared behind him, carrying him and easily putting him back on the table.

"Tomorrow Thursday, this guy is mine." A deep male voice sounded, and the captain raised his chin in a certain direction by the table, ordering another walrus officer in the fleet, "Billy, you go to Lake's Go on board."

McGarl put his eyes on the tall and thin colleague, and saw that he responded, stopped when he walked to the door, looked back at Lake, pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and smiled, and then turned to Lei Ke. Ke Zhao waved: "Hurry up, Hongmao."

Lake was taken aback for a moment, then let go of McGarr, and chased after him cursing.

The high-level people in the cabin dispersed, and in less than 5 minutes, only McGarr and Caesar stared at each other in the cabin that was still terribly lively.

McGall: "..."

"What are you looking at?" Angrily, he raised his foot and kicked the stool under the black-haired young man's buttocks, "Go back to your post and give you 3 minutes. If you are late, your salary will be deducted! Garbage!"