captain migraine

Not far away, Leosa's Wasp gradually sailed away from the reef area, carrying boxes of solid high-purity gold, and several boxes of coveted guns—unfortunately, it failed to take away the black waves anger.

When the first unlucky guy climbed up the ship's rope, he was not greeted with applause from the crowd, nor the touching smiles and hugs of his companions. When the poor crew finally climbed to the side of the ship, a Looking up, the oncoming person was the captain kicking mercilessly.

wow-

This bitter kid who didn't know what happened at all fell sideways into the sea, and the waves splashed on the sea, which was a huge flower.

"I'm sorry," the man stepped on the ship's side with a blank expression. The man bent slightly, looked lazily at the innocent sailor in the sea, and apologized without sincerity, "My foot slipped."

Then Caesar slipped a lot.

At least since the third compatriot fell sideways into the sea, if you don't understand what happened, you really got up in the morning and didn't go out with your brain.Even so, each crew member obediently climbed up the sea rope, and they lined up obediently to the side of the ship, and then put themselves in a good position for Caesar to kick them back one by one in free fall. Swim around the sea.

Beside the small assault boat, McGarl silently watched the group of hard-pressed brothers and sisters fall down like dumplings.He stood and watched for a while and observed which posture was more handsome. Who knew that the old man on the boat was not happy, and leaned out a little. Caesar lit a cigarette and held it to his mouth, and said impatiently: "Look at what?" It's so lively, why don't you roll up?"

McGarl had no choice but to climb up.Holding on to the thick hemp rope, with his legs clamped tightly, the black-haired young man who hadn't found the key to climbing the rope swayed and swayed with the hemp rope in a bad posture, and finally approached the side of the boat. Caesar: "Where's Jack?"

"The boat doctor, he's not dead." The man replied simply. He lowered his head, glanced at the perverted fisherman, and immediately noticed something different. "Where's the clothes?"

"...It was hot, so I took it off, and then one of them was not held steady, and was blown away by the sea wind." McGarr said without changing his expression.

Caesar raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to swim to Algiers with the boat?"

"...It was torn during the fight." McGarr's face was full of helplessness.

Caesar nodded: "It seems that you want to swim to Spain."

Rolling his eyes hard, the black-haired young man said with a little embarrassment: "I was caught in Leosa's prison at the bottom of the ship, and the cellmates in it were a group of perverts who hadn't eaten meat for 800 million years—just like you."

"I'm so sorry, I haven't been hungry since I knew how to eat meat." The captain said flatly, "Is it blooming in the ass?"

"My neck is about to break, can you let me go up and answer your many questions?" McGarl grabbed the hemp rope, dangling a little dizzy, not to mention, the whole person was hanging on a bare hemp rope without any force point and raised his head Speaking is really laborious.

It's a pity that Caesar ignored him. The captain took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then extinguished the sparks on the end of the hemp rope that Megal was holding. The spark that was finally extinguished in the sea breeze was infinitely magnified before his eyes, and McGarl looked down with horror—he felt that the big dog was not burning the rope, as if the cigarette butt was just pressed on his forehead.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me, is there any?" The man asked in a deep voice.

"No," McGarr was so frightened that he almost called out to report, "Is Lao Tzu such a bully?"

It was rare for Caesar to argue with him this time. The tall figure of the man moved. Because of the light behind his back, McGarl could not see the expression of the other party clearly. He only knew that the other party stretched out his hand, like his favorite way of beckoning a pet. He hooked his hands at the black-haired young man.

Sensing the call of the master's love, the completely unscrupulous Megal grinned and climbed up happily.

Then the right cheek met Caesar's sole and fell sideways into the water.

With a crash, waves splashed on the surface of the sea, and it was still a big flower.

……

"Damn it, he actually kicked my face!"

At dinner time, for the fourth time, McGarl grabbed a wet handkerchief to wipe his face, and while wiping, he complained to the red-haired first mate beside him, and the person sitting not far from him was the object of his complaint. At this moment, The man did not raise his head, and concentrated on cutting the small bones of the cow in front of him.

"It's just a kick in the face. You should be glad that the captain was gone when you came back." Lake said kindly, "You should see that when we found Jack half dead at the bottom of the boat, you who claimed to save Jack didn't care at all. Knowing where you were caught, the captain's black face, tsk tsk, I think he might have had your heart ripped apart at that time."

"Really?" McGarr was a little surprised, "Is he so worried about me?"

"..." At the dining table, Caesar's knife slipped.

"Not at all." Lake looked at McGarr expressionlessly, and after realizing that the other party was looking forward to it, he said with a little sympathy, "It's just that we can't bear the burden of losing a piece every time we fight a naval battle." The sin of a tusker, who is as rare and hard to find as a tusker treasure, who would dare to come to Stormrage after such news spread?"

McGall: "..."

"Of course, you can take it as Caesar who is worried about you." Reick patted the dull-faced black-haired young man's shoulder, "So you shouldn't ask, sometimes it's happier not to know the truth. "

"Shut up, garbage." The man's low and magnetic voice floated from not far away, "If you don't eat, get out."

Rick made a gesture of shutting up, and lowered his head to nibble on his barley bread.McGarr raised his head and looked at Caesar, feeling a little complicated - it was just that he looked around and saw that the person he saw would not raise his head to give him a spiritual exchange, so he lowered his head helplessly, and McGarl took Poking the wooden pineapple in front of me with a fork——

"Oh right, I heard that you were kissed by that dwarf Leosa?"

squeak--

click -

The sound of a knife slithering on a plate, multiplied by two.

silence.

The terrible silence.

Caesar put down the tableware in his hands silently, and gracefully lifted the napkin at hand to wipe his mouth.

And Lake, who dropped an atomic bomb but didn't know it, had an innocent face: "What's wrong?"

"...I met him once when we were in Cagliari, and we barely knew each other—oh," the black-haired young man scratched his head speechlessly after being stunned by Caesar's weirdness, "little fart I have only one child, what are you fussing about with him? I’m really scared to cry and I don’t know how to coax, so I won’t lose a piece of meat if I kiss you.”

"Scared to cry? Leosa? Does he have something like teary eyes?" Lake showed a strange expression, "Besides, how does that dwarf look like a child except for his height?"

"It's very similar from the beginning to the end." McGarl glanced at Lake inexplicably, as if he couldn't figure out why he said that to the red-haired boy, "I will cry if I disagree with you, and I won't let me go, tears It's all hanging in the corner of my eyes, it scares me to death... My personality is quite simple."

"Ah, it seems that we may not be talking about the same person." Rick interrupted McGarr with a slumped face, and the expression on his face clearly stated that he announced his abandonment of the conversation.

"So why did he agree to let you go in the end?" The man asked lightly, raising one corner of his lips, but unfortunately the smile didn't reach the bottom of those amber pupils.

"...I said I'd look for him later," McGarr said, "...of course, if you allow it."

Caesar sneered: "Of course I won't approve."

...Simple, straightforward and rude, he is indeed the man that I, McGarl, is looking for, and he is really domineering.

"It's just a child. He said he was forced to become a pirate on a ship." The black-haired young man who hadn't rested for dozens of hours yawned, and said absently, "Maybe there is something unspeakable. .”

"That's a lunatic, stay away from him, and don't cause trouble for me." Caesar snorted and frowned, "Fortunately, he is only a little eye-catching and not beautiful, otherwise I don't know how much trouble he will cause me. Finished."

...What's the matter with this sudden and seemingly completely logical personal attack?Who doesn't look good? Damn it, I can barely be regarded as... handsome! ... At least he is more handsome than the rough guys in your boat, bah!

He raised his head and was about to say something, when suddenly there was a loud bang, and a bright dagger was stuck straight and deeply in the place where McGarr had placed his right hand.

"What are you doing......!!!!!!"

After seeing the dozen or so shiny opals on the dagger clearly, McGarl groaned, rushed forward and pulled the dagger out of the table, "Ghost kill!" The black-haired young man burst into tears. He took the scabbard from the man with a stinky face, put the dagger back into the scabbard, and rubbed his face in disgust, "My sweetheart!"

"If you lose it again, let's sink it into the sea and be buried with it." He turned his face away in disbelief, the man grunted without changing his expression, stretched out his long legs and kicked the perverted fisherman in front of him who was holding a dagger and whimpering endlessly. With a kick, "Tomorrow Friday, go back to Lake's boat, don't get in the way of Lao Tzu's eyes, my eyes hurt when I look at you."

……

The next day, McGarr was ordered to scrub the deck as part of a group of youngsters captured by the enemy.

This is a simple and boring job - pumping up sea water - splashing on the deck - brushing desperately with a special wooden brush - cleaning it up - a sailor walking past - a dozen The brat scrubbing the deck cursed at the back of the sailor who had left a string of muddy footprints—then kicked up the sea water—and splashed it on the deck...

The only fun is to learn all kinds of fresh curse words and gossip.

"I heard that this trip to Spain, our captain intends to meet the Spanish royal family."

"Huh, really? (⊙o⊙)"

"Really, really!"

"But what does the captain want to do? My God, you don't think the royal family will trick the captain into going there and catch him and hang him?"

"Shut up what stupid things you say! Spain doesn't dare to do this—there are a lot of private affairs between those big nobles and us. I heard that the captain just wanted to take something from them before going to Spain. !"

"Huh, really? (⊙o⊙)"

"Really, really!"

……

McGarr was aching to hear this kind of unnutritious conversation, while scrubbing the deck mechanically, the only thing left in his mind was the sound of the wooden brush brushing on the deck——

Until "dagger" flew into his ears as a key word.

Crew A: "I saw it! The captain swung a chess rope from the top of the Stormrage's mast to the first mate's Black Wolf—tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, and the muskets were resolved instantly. Killed an entire assault ship from Leosa! Not a single shot was wasted! A friend of mine on the Black Wolf told me that when those corpses were thrown into the sea, their foreheads were blown open Hua——tsk, tsk, what a distance! The captain just flew onto the Black Wolf, and there was a sound! Just—"

Crew C: "Whatever it is?"

Crew A: "I just broke the thief's neck - I heard that the thief stole the treasure that the captain put in the box from somewhere, it was a dagger, I don't know the goods, I just heard them say it is What an incredible dagger craftsman's masterpiece!"

McGarl: "Huh, really? (⊙o⊙)"

Crew A: "Really, really!"

……