captain migraine

"We are pirates ~ ferocious pirates ~

The left hand holds the wine bottle ~ the right hand holds the treasure ~

We are pirates~capable pirates~

Beautiful girl~ Please come to my arms~

We are pirates~free pirates~"

Good sunny weather is always the same.In the blue and quiet waters of the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Tunisia, there seems to be a strange visitor today—the voice that fluctuates up and down is humming carelessly, the pitch of the singing voice is not standard, and the words are vague paste.But the singer sang it over and over again with relish, as if he wouldn't get bored.

"Under the guidance of the skull flag ~ work hard to survive ~

We are pirates ~ pirates without tomorrow ~

There's no end to it~the pirates wandering the seven seas~"

Under the scorching sun, the air you breathe is full of salty taste.McGarr propped his chin up in one hand and held the fishing rod in the other. He stared wearily at the calm sea surface and the occasional buoys that drifted with the current.The storage box at the feet was transformed from a dilapidated cargo box, which contained half a box of seawater, and a few thin sardines swam quickly in it.

This is his spoils this morning.

As expected of the super value price of three gold coins, the boat that Old Fant sold him was actually very small, so small that a big dog could be put in it, and McGarl could only shrink in the bow.And now, McGarr maintained this position of aggrieved himself for almost two hours, just to make the man next to him who was frowning frequently lie down a little more comfortably.

"—Don't think you can't see your frown because your eyes are covered with bandages."

When the big dog frowned quietly again, McGarl kicked the man unceremoniously, "More exposure to the sun is good for your body, do you understand sterilization?"

"..."

no answer.

McGarl turned his gaze back to the swim bladder that was unable to float, and got used to the big dog ignoring him.

The man known as the big dog is also used to the guy in front of him nagging and...stirring his feet in a strange language.

At this moment, he probably finally got tired of singing the "Song of Pirates" that he had already heard callused, and the other party was poking his body with his fingers.Finally impatient with being poked, the man suddenly grabbed the restless hand, frowned slightly, pursed his thin lips, and said in a low voice: "Don't move."

He speaks Arabic.

This obviously worked out well, because the hand was finally settled.After a moment of silence, the wrist held in his big palm twisted, as if reminding him to let go... The corner of the man's lips curled up, and for some reason, he suddenly became joking. Instead of letting go, he tightened his grip even more. force.

"..."

Fuck you, uncle, you are full and have the energy to be idle, right?McGarr cursed in his heart, raised his eyebrows, and let him screw it up based on the principle that masculine dignity cannot be challenged. He stepped on the fishing rod and devoted himself to this war between men (...) .

The small wooden boat shook slightly due to the force of the two, and the circle of water waves gradually spread out with the shaking of the hull.The seabird above the head flapped its wings and flew past. The wings seemed to be rolled up by the flow of the wind. In the sultry air, a cool sea breeze mixed with the smell of seaweed finally blew from the side of the reef islands. At this time, the calm sea surface On, the float finally sank suddenly!

As if hooked to something, the buoy began to draw regular arcs on the water surface—the creatures in the water were obviously not willing to be caught just like that. It shuttled through the water flexibly, and the ups and downs of the buoy became more obvious. Suddenly, the buoy Pulled down violently.

Three seconds later, it resurfaced.

It floated there quietly, and the sea was once again calm.

But this small episode was completely unnoticed by the two men on the boat. They held hands and wrestled without saying a word for 5 minutes—finally, McGarr had no strength, and he was the first to let go. The hand that moved the big dog's finger in death, patted the man's wheat-colored wrist lightly, and said in a tone of "I don't care about you if you are a child and ignorant", "Stop playing, the fish has gone away."

To show his friendliness, this time he used Arabic, the standard lingua franca between the two of them.

"..." Big Dog said after a moment of silence, "Did someone tell you that you speak Arabic very badly?"

Megal: =mouth=.

This is a blatant and undisguised provocation!

Although he couldn't see it, the half-day of silence made the man understand it immediately, and the corner of his lips drew a beating and beautiful arc: "It seems that there is not."

Didn't you say it now, thank you very much for your kind reminder.McGarl pulled his hand out forcefully, turned around viciously and grabbed his fishing rod again: I think back when Laozi swept away the languages ​​of the ten countries of SAARC...

Big Dog: "Your song sucks too."

...you're still fucking playing with mud.

McGall: "..."

Silently lifted the fishing rod, and sure enough, the bait on it was gone. McGarl lowered his head, touched a piece of clam meat in the bait bag, hooked it, and swung the rod.

After waiting for a while and finding that no one spoke, the man changed his posture, stretched his slender legs straight on the side of this frighteningly small boat for him, lay down comfortably, thought for a while and asked again: "You How can you sing pirate songs?"

Yo, is this for a friendly but formal conversation?

It's a pity that I don't want to talk to you anymore.

McGarr thought amusedly that, to show his determination, he had moved his rear, even though he knew the big dog couldn't see it, and it was now pointed in a resolute and mocking way at the sprawled Someone else.

A big foot unceremoniously stepped on his waist and kicked his trouser waist, and the lazy magnetic voice sounded behind him again: "Do you want to be a pirate?"

This question made McGarl stunned. He opened his mouth to answer, but for a moment he seemed to think of something again, so he closed his mouth, and finally punched down the opponent's arrogant foot on his waist, and simply answered : "I don't really want to."

"why?"

"I am seasick."

A hearty laugh came from the man behind him.

The laughter seemed unusually loud in the empty sea.

McGarr frowned, turned around slightly, and looked back at the laughing man shaking like a mad dog: "What are you laughing at?"

"You're lying." The big dog laughed enough, he stretched out his hand and scratched the scarred and itchy wound on his body, before he scratched a few times, he was gently patted away, "Don't scratch..." the other party said casually It made him pause, but he didn't insist on scratching. His fingers boredly drew on the wood residue beside the boat. The man said flatly, "My boat is fast and stable, and it won't make you seasick."

your boat?Where did you get your boat, you little pirate?Damn you will put gold on your face, why don't you just say your name is Caesar——

Maybe when I get excited, I will be tricked into confessing you as a great god.

...But it's a pity, young man, your grandfather and I follow the route of the rational school.McGarl snorted contemptuously.The big dog couldn't see his expression, listened to the humming just as if he didn't believe it, so he sat up a little bit, and put on a serious expression - his eyes were covered by clean bandages, which were just put on this morning Yes, but at this moment, you can only see his tall nose bridge and perfectly curved jaw. When he is serious, he looks even more handsome.

The sun shone on his wheat-colored skin, giving off a faint halo.

McGarl looked and looked, and was finally a little stunned...so much so that he didn't listen to what the man said.When he came back to his senses, he only heard the man making the closing remarks——

"If you don't get seasick in a small boat, you can't do it in a big boat."

"Ah..." After hearing the central language, McGarr touched his nose in embarrassment, and replied as if he had been listening carefully, "Really?"

After asking, he immediately thought that this was the first time Big Dog had spoken such a long sentence to him. … Logically speaking, he should be flattered and go back to write a diary to commemorate it—but unfortunately, at this memorable moment, he actually deserted… He put his eyes on the buoy again with a bit of pain, After watching for a while, I couldn't help but turn back to look at the man sitting at the other end of the boat.

I fuck.

McGarl screwed his head back silently, and couldn't help sighing secretly: Even if a handsome man is blind, he is still handsome and radiant, and handsome in a mess.

"..." Squeezing his face, McGarr felt that he was a bit hungry right now.

He is aware that he has a problem with liking male creatures, but he never thinks that he is an unscrupulous person - it is not only unscientific, but also unreasonable to fall in love with a man within three days.

What's more, Lao Tzu is still his savior.

...Dog blood will not end well.

...I can't take advantage of others, hey.

...The most important thing is, even if he is temporarily invisible now, he will definitely not lie down obediently and let me fuck.

When the big dog turned his face inexplicably, McGarl looked up to the sky and sighed in a very tangled state. He thought that he probably lived the life of "living alone, eating enough for one person and not hungry for the whole family"...too lonely.

Huh?

lonely?

Wait, wait, am I lonely?

... It shouldn't be!

thump.

"...Damn it, the fish is gone again!"