captain migraine

The man's fingers were slightly bent, and he tapped rhythmically on the table, as if he was thinking about something...

"—actually I'd like to know what other fleets use 'Jolly Roger'."

The voice of McGarr who came back at some unknown time rang above the man's head, followed by the sound of biting an apple, and the sound of smacking his mouth.

He raised his eyebrows calmly, Caesar smiled, and smiled kindly: "Want to know?"

"Think about it," regardless of the captain's frightening signal, finally eating an apple with the original taste and no rust, McGarr was so moved that he was almost in tears, and his brain was not working well, "The more you I don’t want to say it, the more I want to know.”

"Open the window and jump from here, drown yourself, and God will tell you what you want."

"..."

"Sit down, let's continue with the class."

"Take a break, I haven't slept all night."

"I fell asleep."

"... Chih, scum." Squinting his eyes and yawning for a long time, McGarl stretched out his hand to wipe away the apple juice flowing from the corner of his lips, raised his thumb with a drop of juice in front of him, looked at it for a few seconds, and thought for a while , very philistine sticks out his tongue and licks it off.He licked his thumb clean, and when he looked up, he found the pair of amber pupils on the opposite side of the table fixedly staring at him.

"Why?" McGarl was puzzled.

"A week later, if you dare to do this at the Spanish royal family's dining table, I will break your neck." The captain said blankly, "Sit down, I don't need you to be on duty today, I will take over from Lake's side. Take the nautical analysis and use it—you memorize this journal, and then you can go to sleep."

The captain raised his chin, and clicked on the diary that was thicker than McGarr's fist.

McGarl: "...it will be the day after tomorrow when I finish reciting it."

Caesar: "Really? It's a pity, then you will sleep the day after tomorrow."

McGarr: "I don't want you to teach the captain to grow up, I will teach myself! Self-study is not enough! Please let me go!"

Caesar: "Joke, everyone saw you staying in my lounge all night, what do you think they think?"

McGarl: ...(⊙o⊙)?It was as if he had heard something extraordinary.

Kaiser: "Anyone with eyes knows that I spent the whole night teaching you terrible German, and now my name is etched on your forehead, and if you fail the test in a week, trust me, shame on me You are dead."

McGall: "Captain, I'm ashamed to say it, when you close the door and be alone, normal people prefer to do something that makes a lot of noise—"

"Papapa? You want me to slap you?"

"..." Hello straight man, goodbye straight man.

The man sneered and stopped pretending.One foot is arrogantly put on the table, and the other foot is firmly on the ground - this is not very elegant posture, but it just makes people feel how long his legs are, how strong his waist line is and his overall figure How perfect, stretched out his hand, groped lazily in the pocket of his clothes, and finally took out a cigarette and held it to his lips. The man lit the cigarette and his whole handsome face was blurred behind the white smoke rising up, a little vague He said indistinctly: "Be healthy, perverted fisherman, I don't want to fuck you just yet."

"Then let me have sex with you? To be honest, I really want to."

"...I think you want to die."

That's what he said, but from the tone of his voice, it can be seen that the captain is not very angry. He squinted his eyes and took a sip of tobacco lazily. He moved his long legs and pushed the diary under McGarr's nose: "Hurry up and memorize it. I can recite it before the sun goes down, and I can consider forcefully fucking you."

McGall: "..."

It seems... I always feel that something is wrong _(:3)∠)_?

But the body acted rationally before the brain, and before the black-haired young man had time to chop off his claws, under Caesar's satisfied eyes, he grabbed the handwritten notes in his hand——

He opened it and looked at it, but the expression on his face didn't change at all. The walrus officer respectfully handed the note back to the captain.

Caesar: "?"

McGarr: "I don't understand, but I personally think that you look better in real life than in your portrait in Chapter 37."

In other words, for the entire book, McGarr only understood the title of Chapter 37—that was Caesar’s name.

How touching. ╮(￣▽￣”)╭

With a dark face, he dragged the handwritten notes over and flipped through them impatiently. Finally, the captain gave in: "I'll read, listen—where are you going?"

He trotted to the gorgeous couch next to the wall in the captain's lounge, and the black-haired young man lovingly stroked the soft sofa cushion: "I'm listening anyway, can I lie down and listen?"

"..."

The final posture was that McGarr was lying on the long sofa, with half of his face sunk into the soft cushion.Caesar was sitting on the soft and precious animal skin carpet in the cabin, with his back leaning against the armrest of the sofa. The man held the handwritten notes in one hand and casually flipped through them, without raising his head, he said: "If you dare to fall asleep, you will die." gone."

His head leaned over — being pushed away mercilessly, McGarr pouted, put his head back on the sofa neatly, propped his big face with one hand and urged with a smile: "Speak quickly!"

"Starting from Chapter 15, those old men in the previous chapters are so dead that they can't even dig out their bones, so you don't have to remember it."

"it is good."

"Chapter Fifteen, The Lady Loviburn, the pirate flag is 'Jolly Roger'...Skip this chapter and start with Chapter No.16."

"..."

"Chapter No. 16 is the ship of the Hercules Poseville, ah, I have seen this old man, he retired in Algiers, and now he is probably too old to bite an apple—"

"Big dog."

"Call me Captain. What?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you suck at bedside storytelling?"

"..."

"I want to listen to Mrs. Loviburn! Why skip it! I want to listen to this! Chapter 15! Mrs. Lovibon!"

"What's so good about it?" Caesar closed his notes expressionlessly and said flatly, "You will never meet this ship in your life anyway."

McGarl was slightly taken aback: "Why?"

"Because the Lady Loviburn doesn't exist, it's a ghost ship."

"..." Is this the rhythm to start telling a ghost story?

"Do you know why when the garbage is at sea, mentioning women is as frightening as mentioning demons?"

Showing a mocking expression, the man turned his face away—at this moment, his face sitting on the ground was very close to McGarr on the sofa, so close that the two were almost exchanging each other's breath, McGarl held his breath, He found that Caesar's voice suddenly sounded slow and erratic, as if it came from far away——

"The legend of 'women bring bad luck at sea' started on the Lady Lovibon. 35 years ago, the captain of the Lady Lovibon just got married and decided to celebrate on board. He took his lover on board. Then The ship ran aground near the notorious Palma Island - originally on the nautical chart, there was no pillar reef area near Palma Island - in fact, people have not found the reef area so far. Mrs. Lovibon There was a huge gash across the bottom of the ship and the ship sank with all crew members killed."

"and then?"

"Then? Then everyone said that the captain of the Lady Lovibon became the woman Margarita, the female pirate, who was supposed to be buried at the bottom of the sea together. Every five years, there will always be a fleet that sees the Lady Lovibon on the sea. Fluttering 'Jolly Roger'—these water ghosts might just be out for the kill, might just be out for the nautical charts—"

"Grab the nautical chart?"

"I heard she was looking for something." He reached out and flicked McGarr's forehead politely, the man said with a blank expression, "it's none of your business, what are you doing with such gossip—there are also lucky fleets among them, just rubbing against them Passing by... Ah," Caesar sighed softly, raised his head and glanced out the window, "Speaking of which, before this ghost ship appears, there will be thick fog on the sea, well, just like today. "

"Is it my illusion? What's the matter with this tone of scaring children?"

"..."

"Big dog, you are so childish."