captain migraine

Caesar: "...don't say such things that make me angry, Margarita."

McGarr: "Really? Thank you Ma'am, I will bully him well."

Caesar: "Don't promise me so readily—throw you two off the boat!"

Margarita: "Actually, you can call me mother. I'm really happy to have an extra son out of nowhere. Ah, the Orientals are so honorable."

Caesar, who found that he couldn't get in the conversation at all, finally realized how difficult it was for him as a normal person to integrate into the scene where the two gods and logic finally got together. Margarita grabbed the sleeve by the sleeve, and when she looked back, her blue eyes were flickering and full of anticipation: "Go and see on my boat, son, Margarita should miss you too—" Be a good brother."

McGall: "..."

Coming to the "Good Brother" series again?

Leosa is over, so there are still more?What is Margaret? ... How many people are there in your family, big dog! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Different from McGarr's entanglement, when he heard this name, the man was a little taken aback, then turned around, looked up and down the beautiful woman in front of him, and then frowned slightly, as if he was very suspicious of what she said: "Margaret? "

"She must miss you too," Margarita nodded vigorously, "Besides, McGarr will definitely want to see my ship—I heard that my Lady Lovibonne seems to be quite famous as a pirate ship. "

On one side was the expectant gaze of the beautiful woman, and on the other was the warning gaze of the big dog.Although the big dog is scary, the expected beauty wins.McGarl wiped his face, but avoided the big dog's gaze with a guilty conscience: "Well, I really want to go."

……

The fleet of black waves slowed down in the night. After gaining Caesar's reluctant approval, Margarita looked really happy. She clapped her hands. Appearing side by side next to the Stormrage, Caesar's face became even uglier, but McGarl didn't notice that the black-haired young man's attention was completely focused on walking, and his steps turned into a girlish bouncing Ma on Greta.

McGarr couldn't help imagining the way his mother was bouncing around with a vegetable basket, who was about the same age as before the time travel, maybe a few years younger.

Then he shuddered and stopped brain supplementing.

"You're 55 years old," Caesar said in the voice of the people. "Your high heels are poking holes in my deck, Margarita, can you stop dancing? Be a normal person, be good walk."

"...I'm in a good mood. After all, since you owned your own ship, you have never been willing to stay on the Mrs. Loviburn. I cherish the time I spend with you—well, Margery Te will be very happy too." The beautiful woman pouted—this familiar expression made McGall stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but secretly praised Leosa in his heart: Leosa is really her son. wrong(……).

"Margaret..." Caesar frowned at the mention of his sister's name, "Still the same?"

"Compared to when you saw her five years ago, her hair has grown a lot." The woman replied vaguely.

It seemed that this was definitely not the answer he wanted, Caesar frowned even tighter, the three of them talked while walking, and then they returned to the third deck of Stormrage.

There, Margarita swayed slowly in the wind along the swinging rope, where she landed.McGarr was ashamed to say that he had never trained such a high-end trapeze. He stepped back and watched Margarita gently grab the rope, and then there was almost no wind. This petite woman behaved in a very unscientific manner. His posture and strength swayed from Stormrage back to his own ship.

Really unscientific.

The arc drawn by the rope is not the rhythm that should appear in the common sense of physics. It seems that someone is pulling the other end of the rope and lifting Margarita forcibly from the Stormrage.

Just when the dark-haired young man who believed in science and the Party was puzzled by the scene in front of him, he was patted on the shoulder, and when he looked back, the impatient dog face was facing him: "Why are you in a daze, promise to go You were also on that damn ship, and it’s too late to regret it now.”

"I don't know how to write the word 'regret'."

"Of course you don't have such advanced vocabulary, you can only say 'good day' and 'captain' idiot."

"..." Now I still say Gong Xi Fa Cai.

Kicking the rope at his feet, pretending not to see the beautiful woman who landed safely and enthusiastically waving at him, McGarr looked back at Caesar with an embarrassing expression on his face.

Unlike McGarr's sluggishness, the latter realized almost immediately what he was embarrassing about.So the man raised his lips, a smile appeared in his eyes, and a hateful smile appeared on his whole face: "Tsk, please."

McGarl, who has no morals and no lower limit without hesitation: "Please."

Caesar: "Say something nice."

McGarr: "The captain is mighty—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

... Please don't dislike Megal for being timid.

Give you a hemp rope as the only tool, and ask you to swing from the third floor of unit A to the third floor of unit B—especially when the bottomless sea is still dark under your feet, you will also collapse .

Although the current posture is being held by Caesar around the waist, the two are hugging each other intimately like never before.

But under such an exciting situation, McGarl didn't have time to react. Not only his body was swaying, but even his mind should also be swaying.

However, when he realized that he was actually hugging the man's neck, chest to chest, they had landed steadily on the Lady Lovibon.Rubbing his ears that were so painful from the noise, he let go of McGarr, "What's your name?" Caesar asked in a bad tone.

"I've wanted to learn from Tarzan the Ape for a long time," the black-haired young man said with a pale face and no promise.

Amber pupils cast a glance at him, and the man showed with actions that he was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.Looking around blankly, his slender fingertips moved lightly, and took a fresh water plant with moist sea water from the side of the boat. After a moment of silence, he calmly threw the water plant at his feet.

Unlike Stormrage, the entire Lady Loviburn was damp and cold.Just like the first time McGarl saw it, the ship creaked and squeaked under its weight, and when you took the first step, you could easily find that the deck under your feet seemed to have not been polished or waterproofed for many years. , it seems that the wood soaked in seawater all year round has become soft and exudes a decayed atmosphere.

The ship was very quiet, and there were no pirates who screamed so loudly that their IQ was worrying.

McGarr looked up and saw that even the helm was empty—the whole Lady Loviburn was going by itself.

"I told them to hide." As if seeing McGarr's doubts, Margarita smiled, "Caesar doesn't like to see them."

After finishing speaking, she brushed her hair, and the woman took the lead and walked to the front.

Following behind him, McGarr poked the man's waist with his elbow in pain: "This ship moves by itself."

"...This is the Lady Lovibon." After a pause, Caesar turned sideways and stretched out his hand to pinch McGarr's chin. "It's a ghost ship."

"... Isn't it fake?"

"Margarita has never left the ship since Mrs. Lovibon came to prominence. Now the question is, do you think she is really 20 years old as she looks?"

"..."

Caesar smiled. "Or do you think she looks 55?"

"..."

"The Lady Lovibonne is a cursed ghost ship. Every word in the diary you memorize is a real captain's diary, not a hypnotic thing before going to sleep."

"..."

"Ah, didn't Old Man Fant tell you that there are all kinds of wonders and stories on the sea?"

The dark-haired young man had a broken face: "...you told yourself that was a story."

Caesar laughed lightly: "Then, welcome to the world of fairy tales."

...Who wants to come to such a dark fairy tale!Staring in horror at the beautiful woman who continued bouncing and humming an out-of-tuned lilting song, her curly hair was bouncing around her waist, casting a long shadow in the moonlight——

Strange singing voices hovered over the empty, silent ship.

Goosebumps all over his body consciously stood up and sang the national anthem, McGarl realized that he was very naive, this is not even a dark fairy tale, this shit is definitely a ghost story, dear!

The rest of the road was almost pushed by Caesar—except for the singing of Margarita, the surrounding was quiet, and the only sound was the sound of cowhide boots stepping on the rotten, foamy, swollen, soft wood. squeak.

The Mrs. Lovibond was much wider than expected. They walked through the entire corridor of the cabin. On the walls of the corridor, there were oil paintings covered with shellfish, whose original appearance could not be seen clearly. coffee table.Led by Margarita, they finally came to the room at the deepest part of the corridor——

With her eyes brightened, the beautiful woman stopped in her tracks.

He turned his head and smiled at the two men behind him.The metal doorknob was held by the slender white fingertips, twisted slightly, the door of the room opened silently, and Margarita slid into the room swiftly like a loach.

It was dark in the room, and standing outside, I couldn't see anything.

My heart was so nervous that it was about to declare a strike. McGar swallowed his saliva and was about to bite the bullet and follow up when suddenly, his wrist was grabbed heavily from behind.

Trembling all over, McGarr shook his hand nervously.

Caesar sneered behind him.

"So afraid?"

"..."

"When you see something in a while, don't howl like a pig, it will look very rude."

"How can I control this kind of human conditioned reflex!"

"Call out, and eat a whip when you go back."

"..."

"Can you control it?"

"can."

"go in."

……

The first second he walked into the room, the pungent smell made McGarr subconsciously sniff his nose. When he figured out what this strange smell was like, McGarl felt his hair grow one by one. It exploded, and when he opened his mouth, he wanted to howl like a pig—but behind him, Caesar, who had expected it for a long time, quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and hands.

"Shh."

The man's deep voice rang in his ears, and the hot breath he exhaled when he spoke hit his earlobe, a little itchy.

Margarita carried a kerosene lamp and walked lightly to them. Although the kerosene lamp was dim, it was enough to illuminate everything in the room.

The whole room was empty.

There is only one open window, and the pink screen flutters with the sea breeze.

In the center of the room, there was a chair, on which sat a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

As if it wasn't summer time at this moment, she was wearing a thick black and red and gorgeous court dress coat, and a pair of black chunky-heeled leather shoes on her feet.She has flaxen hair, as long and curly as Margarita's, so long that it almost hangs down from the chair.Her pupils were beautiful amber like Caesar's--those big, long-lashed eyes were open, and she leaned back in her chair, motionless.

"Come here, little Caesar, and say hello to Margaret."

Putting the kerosene lamp at her feet, Margarita turned her head to look at Caesar—at this moment, McGarr was surprised to find that the woman's eyes flickered like a pleading expression—and this expression was very moving... …Uh, correct me, at least very impressing men.

then……

Then it can only be said that Caesar is indeed a man.

After feeling the big hand covering his mouth loosen slightly, and clearly hearing the big dog sighing in his ear, McGarr regained the right to breathe on his own.

Even though the smelling air was full of solidified breath of death.

McGarl stood where he was, watching Caesar's tall figure walk forward, he walked towards the little girl named Margaret, only God knows if she was alive, and pulled out from his waist like magic. A small hat that must have been crushed flat.McGarl watched Caesar lower his head, and patiently unfolded, smoothed, and stretched the hat—then the pickle-like thing turned into a small and beautiful black top hat—and the little girl on the chair The clothes match very well.

Then Caesar bent slightly and put the hat on the little girl's head.

"..."

Well, don't expect it, we certainly can't ask the girl who can't even breathe to say thank you.

Snapped--

The sound of water dripping on the floor.

Then there was the strange, clicking sound of balls rolling on the floor.

McGarl looked back, only to see big drops of tears pouring out like crazy from the blue pupils of Margarita beside her.

Tears dripped down her thin chin and onto the floor, some of those tears penetrated deeply into the damp floor, and some of them gradually solidified as soon as they met the moonlight pouring in from the window, and then became like pearls. Things, those round and beautiful beads, with the swing of the ship, jumped and rolled, and slid to the corner of the room.

McGarr was shocked.

I was so shocked that I couldn't believe my dog ​​eyes.

He suddenly realized that at this point, the whole script was running like a wild horse running wildly towards the end of the world.

and so……

Director, director, wake up, director! ! !What about changing the director? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !