captain migraine

"Ah!"

Comrade McGarl hid his little bird and went away, he suddenly realized that he followed a ghost boss, no, not only a ghost, but also a god logic-similar to the kind... "I'm a straight man , If you dare to kiss, I will kill you. But I don’t care if you are crooked or not, if you dare to kiss others, I will beat you to death” abnormal possessiveness.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The water pipe that was kicked by Caesar spewed out sea water, and the already harsh prison environment became even worse at this moment. There was hardly a dry place to stay in the entire cell.The skirt on McGarr's body was soaked and hung thickly and heavily on his body, and his black wig turned into strands of wet sticking to his body. The contrast with his slightly fair skin was shocking.

Standing up, he wiped his nose and twisted his skirt. Dirty water dripped onto the ground. McGarr curled his lips, and was about to taunt Caesar to find his balance. Suddenly, there was a voice from the cell entrance. Footsteps came—judging from the frequency, more than one person came in.

The Captain in the prison cell leaned against the railing in his original posture, and he didn’t even turn his head back. In contrast, Comrade Walrus was quite ashamed. With a kind nature, his whole face was pressed against the railing, so before he knew it, two yellow marks symbolizing his identity were printed on his face on the rusty railing... Uh, the so-called "identity" specifically refers to the identity of a prisoner .

When a Spanish officer came to stand in front of their cell holding a document and kicking his military boots, McGarr suddenly realized that what he wanted to see was probably his own excitement.

The cross-nosed and cross-eyed Spanish officer glanced at McGarr very disdainfully, then lowered his eyes, and pretentiously raised his orchid fingers to tear off the seal on the official document in his hand, cleared his throat, and read according to the official document—— Although it is on the territory of Spain, it is probably for everyone to understand. This guy uses English, and the content is as follows——

"Caesar Rucker Del Elijahoff, and his subordinates, are suspected of..."

McGarr: "I have a name, how about McGarr, good day."

Officer: "Nobody cares about that."

McGall: "..."

Officer: "...was arrested by our army on August 28, [-] A.D. on suspicion of murdering the Spanish royal family. Kaiseruk Del Elijahof has been rampant in the Mediterranean Sea for many years, rampant in the sea, killing people and stealing goods, laundering ships, Repeatedly violated our country's ports and merchant ships, and confronted our navy [-] times, constituted an act of piracy, and established a crime of piracy—"

McGarl: "Didn't your boss say it was called 'maritime business'?"

Completely shielding McGarl's discordant speech, the Spanish military officer closed the official document expressionlessly: "Sentenced to hang."

McGall: "...what? =__="

Officer: "Sentenced to death by hanging."

McGarr: "Do it again. =__="

Officer: "Sentenced to be hanged, the public execution will be carried out at the pier square at noon tomorrow. Good luck, stinky pirate."

McGarr: "...wait...there's one thing I think we have to figure out now, and that's—you've got the wrong guy. I'm not with him, I don't know him—I'm just in Al A special trader who works at the Pier of Jill was temporarily caught up to act as the dance partner of this... this heinous pirate, I am seasick, have you ever seen a seasick pirate—kiss, don’t go, dear—give me a boat Immediately spit it out for you, dear!!!"

The man sitting on the ground snorted, propped his chin with one hand, and lazily changed into a comfortable position—as if the straw under his buttocks was not soaked in water, but the sea of ​​the Stormrage captain's lounge. A large comfortable armchair.

"Repent your life, pirates, although you will still go to hell." The Spanish officer turned around and walked out with a group of people.

A deep and somewhat hoarse voice sounded from behind McGarr: "I thought you had already made up your mind to live and die with me, trash."

McGarr paused, turned around, and looked at his leisurely boss with a blank expression on his face: "...I am not so enlightened, Captain.

"Heh." The man narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his lips lazily.

"After you put me on the water pipe and filled me with seawater, tomorrow I might apply for the gallows behind you, so that I can applaud behind you when you are hanged." Seeing the backs of the Spanish cops who had completely left the cell, McGarl let go of the railing, sat down next to Caesar with his dirty skirt on his hands, the man glanced at him, and moved his butt to the side in disgust.

McGarl smiled indifferently, and the two brothers clambered up to Caesar's shoulders: "Tell me, how did we come to this point?"

Reaching out to pat off the claws on his shoulders, the captain yawned, leaning against the railing with a lazy look: "Who knows why that princess died on me suddenly, ah... maybe it was Leosa Tsk, that woman's blood splattered all over me, making me so dirty."

"In order to send you to the gallows, would Juan II be willing to sacrifice his own daughter?"

"Not only to hang me, but he also wants three islands near Algiers."

While talking, Caesar turned his head. At this moment, the two people sitting side by side are very close, so close that they can almost exchange each other's breath. The man frowned, and found that the black-haired young man beside him sprayed His breath was a little too hot, and he glanced at him calmly. The latter obviously didn't know it, and looked at him with a pair of black pearl-like eyes, shining with thirst for knowledge.

Caesar smiled: "There are countless golden jewels buried under every tree on the three islands. A wine spring was dug in the center of one of the islands, and the sweetest wine flows in it all the year round. Countless strange people live on the islands. Exotic Beast—"

"...I said earlier that your ability to tell bedtime stories is terrible, Captain." McGarr said with a paralyzed face, "When a person is about to die, his words are good—you are going to die, you still don't like me, you and he Is Mom worthy of Lao Tzu's crimson sincerity to go to the underworld together?"

"What I own is the most valuable island in this sea area, perverted fisherman, I am much richer than you imagine." Caesar said lightly, "What is sacrificing a daughter for these three islands and his fame? Juan II didn't want to give me the map, and he knew that the three islands were full of my people—a contract was just a formality, and neither of us wanted to do it in good faith. To complete this transaction."

"Oh hehe," McGarl moved closer, and now the tip of his nose has touched Caesar's, the other's nose is very cold, the black-haired young man squinted his eyes, rubbed them subconsciously, and sneered hoarsely, "From the present It looks like you lost."

"Ah, actually this isn't the first time I've been in prison - I can draw the distribution of prisons in fifteen countries along the Mediterranean Sea, and everyone wants Kaiseruk del Elijahof to die, but I have lived to this day, as long as my neck is not broken, nothing can be said for sure...By the way, if you get it together, you will be dead."

With a low curse, McGarr backed away.

The two sat side by side on the cold and dirty floor of the prison, and McGarl began to pick off the straws from the mud-covered skirt one by one and threw them away.Some of his long hair stuck to Caesar in the action just now, and hung on his shoulders in a mess. However, the man didn't seem to notice it. He closed his eyes and calmed down with his breathing rate.

……

When Leosa walked into the prison, what he saw was such a scene that made him angry.

With a gloomy face, he pushed away the dog-legged jailer, who fell on his back with a bang, and the red-haired boy flicked his hair and strode forward—after only two steps, he seemed to remember something again Turning around, ignoring the poor jailer's resistance, he grabbed the key from the other's waist.

One minute later, with his hands on his hips and the keys in one hand, he yelled at the fellow walrus officer who was in prison: "Mai Mai! I'm here to save you!"

McGarr, who was counting the straws, raised his head blankly, and then gave him a blank look.

Then he bowed his head and continued to count the straws.

"Ah, why is your face so red!" Leoza, who had completely misunderstood something, opened his eyes wide, and instantly frowned, holding on to the railing and shaking vigorously, "Did this beast, Caesar, do something to you—hey !Old man, are you still—"

McGall: "...?"

"...It's so noisy, big trash."

In the prison cell, the man who had been in a state of rest with his eyes closed lazily opened his eyelids, and gave the boy standing outside the cell jumping up and down like a monkey a disdainful peripheral vision.Following the young man's angry gaze, he turned his head, grabbed the chins of a few straw walrusers around him, and raised them up, "Tsk," after looking around for a while, Caesar frowned and let go of him, snapping McGarr patted on the forehead, "You are papered? This will cause a fever."

"Huh?" McGarr raised the corners of his eyes, "You're the one fucking mad."

He was speaking in Chinese and no one could understand what he was saying.

"——I don't care!" Leoza said unbearably, "They actually want to hang you, a bunch of psychopaths, come out quickly, I will take you away tonight! Then we will never come back!"

kindness?McGarl opened one eye, a burst of overheated breath came out of his nostrils, and his slow-moving brain reluctantly accepted certain keywords—he stood up unsteadily, narrowed his eyes, and rushed towards the people outside the cell Laughter became a flower.

Through the railing, he stretched out his hand and patted Leosa twice heavily on top of her head.

I hate being treated like this the most... The beautiful little face of the young man outside the cell froze.In the cell, Caesar let out a sneer of ignorance and a little irony.

McGarr opened his mouth, looked seriously at the angry young man outside the cell, moved his lips, and said vaguely: "You shouldn't frame Caesar like this, even though he's a bit old—"

Caesar stopped smiling.

"But it's still your brother after all." McGarl educated solemnly.

"He's not my brother," Leoza frowned and protested, "And I didn't do it, don't blame me."

Caesar: "...I'm only 32, do you want to be beaten?"

The unanimous harmonious accusations made by the two brothers made McGarl smile even more like a fool. He put his hand on top of Leosa's head. , lifted her skirt, and sat cross-legged next to Caesar.

Leosa gasped, puffing up her face angrily.

"I'm not leaving." McGarr said words that no one could understand, "Originally, a life was taken back. If it wasn't for Old Fante, I would have drowned in the blue Mediterranean. Now I want to He sold his life to the captain...the captain...it's really pitiful, he's stingy and fierce, and he still won't let me kiss him—"

"But..." The perverted fisherman who was completely burned out let out a girlish laugh, "But if you let him go on the road alone, he will still be very lonely."

Even though he knew that this guy was already unconscious, he was so angry that he almost died. Looking at the expressionless Caesar sitting in the cell with a complete sense of superiority, Leosa felt that he had lost for a moment!Tears immediately welled up in his big golden eyes, and he was staring, too angry to speak.

"Whatever you want! Go to hell!"

Breaking the metal key into two alive, throwing away the scrap iron, the long wine red hair drew a perfect arc, Leosa let out a loud sob, turned and ran away.

"...I actually cried." Looking at the back of the perverted brother running away, Caesar said speechlessly, "I can't see that you are quite capable, perverted fisherman."

"...We are going to die tomorrow, Captain." Ignoring the man's admiration completely, McGarr approached him and said, "How about some benefits?"

"...Go away, don't infect me."

"I'm going to hang up tomorrow, why are there so many details, I have to come together, I have to come together..."

"The snot is coming out, get out of here."

"You're the only goddamn snot!—uh—"

He clicked his tongue impatiently, pinched the chatterer's chin roughly with his rough and callused hands, and raised it roughly. In the black pupils of the black-haired young man who shrunk slightly due to shock, the man looked impatient but still handsome The terribly magnified face was infinitely magnified—the slightly cold lips covered his hot lips, and then, the nimble tongue licked his lips ambiguously...

"You loosen your teeth, do you still want me to invite you?" Pushing away a little, all the breath of the man's words sprayed on the walrus officer's face.

After saying that, he frowned, and before the other party could respond obediently, the man leaned closer again, the tip of his tongue domineeringly pried open the other party's teeth, inserted into his mouth, stirred and sucked wantonly, and accurately found the other party's stiff, jerky soft tongue, and entangled it——

In the heavy breathing, only the sound of water that made people blush.

This rough kiss seemed to last for as long as a century.

The restraint on the chin finally disappeared, and the rough thumb pressed roughly on the corner of the lips, wiping away the saliva that both parties had no time to swallow.Putting his thumb to his lips, sticking out his tongue and licking it, he raised his eyelids and glanced at the face of the stunned walrus driver, the man stretched out his hand and patted the other man's messy head——

"Don't think too much, you said, benefits before death."