captain migraine

Everyone: "..."

Now, obviously, there is good news and bad news ahead of us.Good news, it's not a ghost, it's the captain's mother, bad news, it's the captain's mother, but people are crying and howling as a ghost.

So now we can pick up the morals that have been lost all over the place, and re-analyze the nature of this matter——

First, and again, there are three things that the sailors on the Stormrage fear most: Caesar, ghosts, and not having money.

At the beginning of the matter, they thought they had seen a ghost, and now they finally realized that the woman who looked younger than the captain across the sea from the Stormrage was the captain's mother-but before that, they shouted "Take a cannon to her head."

Shoot the captain's fucking head with a cannon?

Ha ha.

So this probably caused Caesar's unhappiness-offended the captain.

So after offending the captain, according to the captain's urine, the pirates are most likely to face - wage deduction.

As mentioned above...forgive these poor brats for being unrestrained and frightened all their lives.

When the whole crew maintained the shape of "=口=" and looked up at the ship next door, they found a soft and white skirt with a feminine fragrance brushed past their face, followed by a light and pleasant landing The sound came from the third deck, and Margarita, who was holding the rope, landed on the Stormrage, with a precise landing point and graceful posture, and the landing place was beside the captain Caesar.

Letting go of the rope, the beautiful woman pouted and patted the non-existent ashes on her skirt.

Squinting her eyes as blue as the ocean, she stood on tiptoe and leaned towards Caesar, with the corners of her lips slightly hooked.

The man froze for a moment, then clicked his tongue impatiently, took out a tobacco from his pocket and lit it himself, and brought it to Margarita's lips—the red lips parted slightly, and the woman giggled and grabbed the burning tobacco. tobacco.

"Grow taller, son." Margarita mumbled, smoking a cigarette. She stood on tiptoe again and patted Caesar on the shoulder.

"I'm already 32." The man said in a deep voice, "My father was still tall when he was 32?"

"I don't know, who told him to go to see Hades when he was 30 years old."

Talking nonchalantly, it seems that he didn't see the momentary stiff expression on Caesar's face, squinting his eyes, the female captain who suddenly attacked the Stormrage suddenly began to look around like a girl, her blue eyes scanned everything around her curiously , in the end, he stopped his gaze on McGarr.

Caesar sighed silently, kicked the walrus officer: "Call someone."

McGall: "...Mom."

Margarita: "..."

Caesar: "..."

McGall: "..."

"It's okay," the big beauty patted McGarl's shoulder calmly, "I'm so happy, I had another son before I knew it."

McGarr: "..." Why does it sound like something is wrong?

"On the surface, he is about the same age as you." The tired captain Qu Zhi tapped the steering wheel, "Don't make trouble."

"What's the matter, you look bigger than me."

"..."

Margarita draws her knife.

Margarita stabbed.

As the only normal person present, Caesar fell down with blood all over his face on this battlefield where there was no gunpowder smoke, only divine logic, divine expansion, and neurosis.

And this picture of mother's kindness (and no) son's filial piety made a walrus man who thought he had never seen the world stunned.

Shocked, McGarr suddenly remembered that in that sinful white notebook, the Lady Lovibond was a product of 35 years ago—a conservative estimate that Miss Margarita was twenty or twenty plus years old at the time. 35—that is to say, this young woman who looks at most 25 years old, no matter which way the earth revolves and rotates, is at least 55 years old.

Well, 55 years old.

Looking at the white, tender and young pretty face not far away, Mai Jiaer was flustered by the wind.

Possibility [-]: This girl has undergone a facelift.

Possibility [-]: This girl took the time machine of Doraemon.

Possibility [-]: Thinking about it this way, Dagou seems to like playing that kind of "godson" game very much.

and……

Who would engrave his mother's name on the back as a tattoo? Hey! ! ! ! ! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

When McGarr was in a bad situation, Margaretta trotted all the way to the deck on the first floor to get close to the people, and all the rough guys were flattered. The honorable woman bowed in a circle around the center, and Margarita seemed to be very satisfied with the feeling of the stars holding the moon. Under the leadership of the sailors of the Stormrage, she scurried around with great interest. .

From time to time, she would sigh, "Ah, this equipment is so new, I don't even have it on my boat." At this time, there would be a line of answers scrambling around her, that is, "Take it! Take it!" and "Madam, please!" Don't be too polite and just take it!".

McGarr lay prone on the deck on the third floor, looking down expressionlessly.Seeing the people on the whole ship running to the left with the big beauty, and then flying to the right, the boat was flying like dogs and dogs-this seems to explain a problem that has troubled the pirates for a long time, that is: In front of beautiful women, all superstitious people will die.

Suddenly, his hair was ruffled by a big hand.

"Be pure in your mind, trash. This guy is really my mother."

The man's deep and magnetic voice rang in his ears, as if it was far away, and would be blown away in the night sea breeze in the next second.McGarl was stunned, and raised his head subconsciously to look at the man standing beside him. Under the moonlight, the side face of the big dog was still perfect - at this time, Margarita on the first deck turned her head and waved to them with a smile , snorted impatiently, withdrew the hand on his head, and the man walked downstairs with his long legs without looking back.

Leaving McGarr alone on the third floor deck alone.

……

An hour later, under the leadership of Caesar, Margarita turned the Stormrage upside down and harvested countless "advanced equipment", not even the nice-looking kerosene lamp bought in Italy that Caesar put on his desk. let go.

Captain Scrooge just rolled his eyes at this and let her go.

At last the blue eyes rolled around contentedly and rested on McGarr.

"?" McGarr pointed to himself.

Margarita nodded with a praising expression of "You are very good".

"This won't work." The man who had been silent all this time reached out and patted the smooth forehead of the big beauty with greedy eyes. "I don't have enough walrus staff."

Margarita pouted and gave up.

When the moon hung high in the night sky, according to the time measured by the McGarr human body timer, it was about one o'clock in the middle of the night, and Lake's ship finally caught up. Across the sea, the red-haired first officer took off his hat and waved He waved his hand, gave the big beauty a gentleman's salute, and said with a smile: "Madam, good night! You have become young again!"

"Thank you, little red hair!" Lying on the side of the boat, Margarita smiled brightly, "You have grown taller too."

Caesar: "Hey, you have nothing but this sentence..."

Lake: "Thank you ma'am, I think so too! I'm still developing!"

Caesar: "..."

Margarita's ship joined Caesar's fleet, following the main ship Stormrage all the while at a leisurely pace.The female captain stood on tiptoe and looked back. In the mist, she could only vaguely see the pirate flag flying on the Mrs. Lovibon, and the dangling kerosene lamp.

She curled her lips and hid her slender chin in the crook of her arm: "Son, come to my boat and have a look?"

"No." Caesar ruthlessly refused.

"It's too much." The rejected mother pouted, paused, and asked as if remembering something, "I heard that you and Leoza have been fighting again recently."

As if anticipating the next topic, the captain frowned unhappily: "He robbed my cargo."

"He's the younger brother. Although he's a little headstrong, let him do it." Margarita said slowly, wringing her fingers, showing a very embarrassed expression.

younger brother?

younger brother……

younger brother! ! ! !

Reosa?Caesar?younger brother!

Megal who was on the side was turned into charcoal by the shocking thunder.

"That's what you came up to say?" Caesar glanced at the perverted fisherman with a sluggish face warningly, and Caesar turned his head to look at Margarita, saying with a blank expression, "Then you can go back."

"It's not cute." The beautiful woman squinted at Caesar, looking a little gloomy, "Of course I came to see you. Tsk tsk, look at the scar on your eye, although you are quite masculine, yes Lah——Brother Barberus, the damned one, dared to sneak up on you, it's really terrible."

"The news is very well-informed."

"Of course, I'm floating on the sea every day and I can't do shopping. All that's left is entertainment and gossip, okay?"

"..."

"Besides, I miss you, and you keep avoiding me—even so, I can still smell the stench of traitors on your boat from a long distance—I don't know you keep that kind of person What do you want to do, but I won't just watch someone kill you with ulterior motives, the only one who can bully my son is me—"

Margarita paused for a moment, and suddenly the expression on her face became sunny again. She stretched out her hand and patted McGarr on the shoulder: "However, it's okay to let you bully me once in a while."