captain migraine

After a comforting dinner and a frantic fleet cleansing ceremony, let us now see how far Caesar's fleet has been pulled down from the cunning middle school boy Leosa ?

Scientific data shows that the ship used by Leosa this time—that is, the three-masted merchant ship, can reach a speed of eight knots in the case of downwind. The average speed of the Stormrage fleet is only [-].In other words, if the wind from the southwest doesn't stop, even if the Stormrage is at full power, it will only be getting farther and farther away from Leosa's fleet.

However, in the case of headwinds, the shortcomings of the three-masted ship can be easily exposed-because this kind of ship deliberately pursues speed, its keel and the construction of the entire ship are made of relatively thin and expensive wooden materials However, once encountering weather with headwinds and big waves, in order to ensure an effective service life, the three-masted ship must immediately slow down significantly and then rely on other large ships to be safe and sound.

"...But the wind is still blowing from the southwest." McGarr closed the file and said expressionlessly, "It's dawn, Captain."

The man behind the desk let out a long yawn: "It takes four days for the normal fleet from Cagliari to Algiers, and we have to catch them before they reach the pier."

"Please don't make capricious requests, Captain," McGarr yawned and threw the information in his hand under the dog's nose, "I am a walruser, and I will only tell you what the wind is blowing outside the window, but I cannot call the wind and rain I'm really sorry, Captain."

Caesar said gently: "It's okay, anyway, thanks to you, I won't have to pay you for the next few months. Thinking about it this way, I suddenly don't want to pursue your various flaws."

McGall: "..."

As if he didn't see the troubled expression on the poor walrus man's face, the captain opened the window, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning sprinkled on the top deck.In the ear, the crisp chirping of seagulls and the sound of waves breaking the waves of the ship can be heard. The man who stared at the nautical chart and failed to find a shortcut did not close his eyes all night. Amidst the crew shouting for breakfast, he moved wearily. Stretch your muscles, decide to catch up on sleep after breakfast, and then...

"Captain! Something is wrong, captain!"

Caesar: "..."

McGarr: "Captain, someone is calling you, and he said something is wrong."

Caesar: "Put the schadenfreude on your face, perverted fisherman—do you know what a slave is? Literally, if I don't sleep, you can't sleep."

One sentence takes you from heaven to hell.

So when a certain junior crew member ran up to the top deck, waiting for him were two dead faces full of resentment.

"Say."

The captain, who was in a bad mood due to lack of sleep, spoke succinctly.

"When the staff on duty went down to the warehouse to get things this morning, they found that the warehouse was flooded with water—eighteen bags of flour were soaked in water and couldn't be used, and the hole seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and it looked like it was man-made! The boatmen said they had to stop the boat right away to fix it, they'd need an hour, and..."

Caesar frowned: "And what? Finish the sentence at once."

"And the hole is where Jack's mother-in-law was found yesterday." The crew member who tipped off immediately shut up after finishing speaking, and kept looking at Caesar's face with his small eyes.

McGall: "..."

Proposition: On the destructive power of a pregnant woman _(:3)∠)_.

Surprisingly, Caesar didn't say anything when he heard the words. After a moment of silence, he walked back to the cabin. McGarr and the unfortunate crewman looked at each other, and followed behind his ass.

In the cabin, there is a small hourglass on the captain’s desk—it’s exactly the same as the hourglass hanging on the flagpole of Caesar and Reck’s main ship, but it’s only ten times smaller. A good timing tool, every time the white fine sand in this delicate hourglass is completely gone, it means that an hour has passed.

The slender fingertips picked up the hourglass and played it carelessly in the palm of the hand. As time went by, the air pressure in the cabin became lower and lower. Just when McGarr seriously considered whether to pee, the man's deep voice sounded slowly ——

"Where's Jack?"

"Boss Rick was tied up five minutes ago and started to execute."

As soon as the communication crew finished speaking, McGarl immediately snatched the hourglass from Caesar's hand and carefully placed it on the table.

The man with empty hands was stunned for a moment, raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "Why are you crazy?"

McGarr: "Time. It is agreed that the execution time is 24 hours, and no more minutes or seconds will be allowed."

Hearing what McGarl said, the man laughed instead of anger, snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk about a minute and a second, I just want him to soak me for another 24 hours - send an order to stop the ship to repair, Pull Jack up to me, I have something to ask him."

……

When Jack, who was tied up like a dumpling, was pulled up from the bottom of the boat and thrown to Caesar's feet, he had just walked back and forth on the bottom of the boat—this seemed to be enough for him, and the blood flowed along him as he was thrown into pieces of nails under the boat. The cut back was mixed with the sea water and turned into a stream, staining a small piece of deck around it red. He was panting and coughing violently, as if he had been choked by the sea water.

Jack's embarrassment did not make Caesar feel a little better.

Standing in the nasty southwest wind, in the distance is Leosa who can't even touch his buttocks, and under his feet are the little spies that Leosa put down and the big hole he dug - at this moment, the man is in a bad mood I really want to dismantle that nasty and hateful red-haired dwarf to drink blood and eat meat.

The leather boots moved, and he raised Jack's chin with his toes. The captain frowned, with "I'm impatient" written all over his face, and asked, "How much did Leosa give you?"

Surprisingly, there was a moment of blankness on Jack's face.

He gasped weakly, looked around with tired eyes, and finally, he fixed his gaze on the expressionless face of Caesar. Now, the emotionless amber pupils on that handsome face made people shudder.

Slowly closing his eyes, Jack, who didn't groan even though the wound on his body was soaked in the severe pain of sea water, tremblingly said, "I don't know what happened, Captain, I Did not betray you."

There was a moment of suffocating silence.

No one dared to speak.

despair.despair.

By the stairs, McGarr absent-mindedly poked the white hourglass he had brought down.

"It won't bleed any faster if you poke it." Barry appeared out of nowhere, leaned close to McGarr, and said mysteriously, "Really, I tried."

With a paralyzed face, he glanced at this inexplicable little kid, boom, the black-haired young man silently put the hourglass back on the stable stairs.

"Put it down and keep dragging."

Not far away, Caesar's flat voice sounded.

"Ah, Mr. Caesar is really a good man." Beside McGarr's ear, Barry smiled and seemed to be talking to himself, "He believes Jack. If it's me, I'm not so easy to talk about."

"So he's the captain, and you're a part-time worker, idiot." Rolling his eyes, he put the delicate hourglass into his pocket, and McGarr, who was irritated by Barry's nagging, stuffed the apples that came from the dining table in the morning To Barry, "Get your snacks, kid, and bye."

……

The boat stopped for an hour, and the fleet continued sailing an hour later.

In the evening, lying on the captain's desk, McGarr No. 12 carefully turned the hourglass away.Not far from him, a man with his eyes closed for a short rest was covered with a jacket. His tall body sank deeply into the soft armchair, breathing evenly, and every time his chest vibrated, the long and thick eyelashes would also Followed by a slight trembling.

McGarr pouted on the table and propped his chin for a while, and found that he couldn't find anything else to do until...

"Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out."

On the armchair, the man with his eyes closed suddenly spoke without warning.

The black-haired young man lying on the table instantly smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Are you awake?"

"With a pervert squatting next to him, no one can sleep soundly." Caesar slowly opened his eyes, and the original fatigue in the amber pupils was swept away, and it was only a short one-hour rest. Just enough to rejuvenate the black sea wolf.

In the face of personal attacks, the thick-skinned walrus members who shook M said they were very helpful.Under the warning gaze of the man, he climbed up from the table and walked to the window. The black-haired young man looked outside. In the direction of the sea level, a round of red sun was gradually sinking, which symbolized that another day was about to pass...

"Or the southwest wind?" The man's hoarse and magnetic voice sounded from behind McGall because he had just woken up.

"En." He responded in a low voice.

There was a brief silence in the cabin, and McGarl looked around, and began to find something to say without words, which he was best at.

"Big dog?"

"Call me Captain. Say."

"Your crew members seem to like you very much, and they all think you are very special."

"Huh?" Behind McGarr, the half-yawned man paused when he heard the words, and then arrogantly raised the corners of his lips and snorted, "Nonsense."

Smiling, the young man took a step forward, and stretched out his hand out the window, feeling the cool sea breeze passing through his fingers with the lingering warmth of the sun, his slender fingertips trembled slightly, and Megall suddenly He lifted his head up, and the bright black pupils like pearls reflected the clouds that were as red as fire, and the clouds rolled towards the top of his head as if being pushed by an invisible hand from afar.

Behind him, Caesar was still talking to himself——

"I don't want to chase anymore, let's blow your mother's southwest wind - fuck his ancestor's dead red-haired dwarf, he will earn a lot of money from those muskets, I will chase at full power for three days and three nights, maybe even the money!" can't come back—"

"Let's chase."

"Don't get hit by me, you dead red-haired dwarf. If you don't hit Fang Jiewa for three days, then I must—what?"

"Let's chase."

Turning around, McGarr turned his back to the sun and looked from Caesar's direction. The black-haired young man was surrounded by a light red halo. In the halo, he could only hear the other party's unusually calm tone.

"...The wind is going to change, within an hour."

The scene in front of him somehow made the man speechless for a while, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was stunned for a while, finally squeezed out a sentence from the cracks of his lips: "What stupid words are you talking about?"

"I said it's going to change, it's going to change." The perverted fisherman's voice finally had some ups and downs, and the other party said to his immediate boss arrogantly and impatiently, "If you don't believe me, let me go on board and be a bird? "

"..."

"..."

"...Where did you get that disgusting feather fan?"

"...Under your table, some prostitute sister may have left you here."

"It's not a girl, what kind of fan are you holding on to, throw it away!"

"This is momentum! You know what a fart!"

How rare it is to be able to seize the opportunity to pretend to be Mr. Zhuge Liang in life!

……

An hour later, the hourglass No. 13 that McGarr lazily placed on the table turned its head thirteen times.

At the same time, there was a howl of wolves from the crew outside the window——

"Captain! The wind is changing! The northeast wind is blowing, Captain!"

There was silence in the captain's cabin, the captain and his slave stared at Xiaoya.

A certain slave smiled casually and put down the hourglass: "From now on, please call me by my nickname: Sai Zhuge."