captain migraine

Quietly squatting aside and patiently smoking the tobacco dangling from his lips, at his feet, the walrus finally fell into a slightly quieter sleep.The faint light of the fire flickered on the handsome and resolute face of the man, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly, and no one knew what he was thinking when he fell into silence at this moment—until the noise mixed with the gunfire The sound was getting closer and closer, those familiar and helpless crazy laughter came to the ears through a wall, the man moved, and only the tobacco butt fell from his lips.

"—Hey! Bastard captain, where the hell are you locked up!!!"

The red-haired first mate's voice came from the other side of the prison wall with an unusually aggressive voice.Curling the corners of his lips, Caesar showed a lazy smile in the prison.

"Get up, garbage." Bending down, picked up McGarr who was sleeping on the wet dress skirt and clamped it on his arm, "Go home."

McGarl: "Huh—"

Caesar: "...Hey, if you want to sleep, go back to sleep on the boat."

Naihe, the black-haired young man hanging on his arm was like a dead pig, shaking heavily with the man's movements and continuing to whine.The slightly troublesome captain clicked his tongue, holding Megal between his hands, but his movements seemed to be unrestricted. He walked to the prison wall, looked back, and saw a panic-looking jailer standing outside the railing behind him— —

jailer:"……"

Caesar: "...that..."

Jailer: "Don't kill me QAQ!"

ha?What are you doing.The expression on the captain's face froze: "...I won't kill you, thank you for your clothes, next time I have time to make a fortune together?... Uh, maybe I don't have this chance. I wish you a long life."

jailer:"……"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand very politely, the man turned around, clamped the black-haired young man hanging on his arm again, his amber pupils moved, and finally stayed in front of the already-unknown He squinted his eyes on the prison wall that knew how many years of history it was, and when the shout of "Captain bastard, are you dead" sounded from outside the wall again, the man raised his foot——

boom -

Accompanied by the sound of a huge wall collapsing, under the moonlight, dust splashed everywhere, and after the dust, a tall shadow swaggered out from behind the wall.

On the other side of the wall, the red-haired first officer was startled by the huge movement, and immediately closed his eyes with a smile when he saw the familiar figure of his boss. In the background, the red-haired first officer happily raised his hand, beckoning to the boss like a beckoning cat: "Good night, captain?"

Facing the earnest greetings from his subordinates, Caesar was not very moved and remained expressionless: "It's so noisy, big trash, what a fart, do you want to yell so that the whole Mediterranean knows that I was arrested and sent to a Spanish prison?"

"This is just the No. 16 prison distribution map in your collection room, boss." The red-haired first mate said with a smile, "No one will be surprised, after all, we have been frightened fifteen times before. If you are surprised, I am sorry for your personal teaching."

He snorted disdainfully, and handed the black-haired young man in his hand to Rick, ignoring the other party's strange question of "how can the mascot be tossed like this in just one day", and mercilessly handed the red-haired young man The deputy weapon was snatched away, and the exquisite musket twirled in the man's broad palm, and was finally held firmly in his hand.

"Where are you going?" Before Caesar turned around and was about to leave from the ruins, Reck stopped him, with a rare serious expression on his face, "It's almost dawn, and the artillery fire on the ship is only enough for us to continue attacking until dawn - originally planned I'll leave immediately after connecting with you."

"I think I need to warn those Spanish trash that the price of inviting me to Caesar's visit is much more expensive than they think-ah, by the way, teach Juan II how to be an honest and good boy "" Scratching his chin, the man said casually, very aggressively, "By the way, ask that red-haired dwarf to borrow something."

The expression on Lake's face became more serious: "Borrow something?... You said 'that'?"

Caesar raised his eyebrows: "Well, it's 'that'."

Lake: "Are we finally ready to go to 'that'?"

Caesar: "Ah... yes."

Lake: "Go, as a price, 'that' is back, remember to play with me for a while."

Caesar: "No."

Lake: "Then I'll elope with the mascot."

Caesar: "As long as you have the ability, don't be caught by me-get out, that guy's brain is going to burn out, take it to Bakir to have a look... just look at it, touch it at most, watch the guy, don't Let that pervert dismantle Lao Tzu's slaves."

Lake was stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the walrus officer who was held in his hand. It was unbelievable, "It's so hot!" A princess hug came in, and the captain not far away raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

McGarl: "Hululu——"

Lake: "What are you all doing? Why are you so sick? You were still alive and kicking when you left."

Caesar: "...Where did you get this old man's tone?"

Lake: "I learned from you. Last time I heard the mascot call you 'Father' in the cabin, it was so sweet, tsk tsk, what a pervert."

which time?There was a pause on the captain's face for a second, and then he realized that there were too many times and there was no way to pursue it.Sighing helplessly, the man stood up straight, and ordered lightly: "...I'm leaving, take him back to the boat, he will kill me, and use you and Bakir to fill in the hole."

Lake: "Eh? Don't leave, you haven't said how he became like this, we must have a detailed antecedent to have a bright future, right?

"..." Caesar paused, a look of unnaturalness flashed across his face, behind him, a cannon blasted more than ten meters away from him, and the firelight magnified the embarrassment on his face infinitely, "Probably he caught a cold."

"Why don't you do good things all day long?" The red-haired first mate who was fully aware of what happened frowned, "How can the mascot's delicate skin and tender flesh stand—ah, the skin is really slippery, my son raised it Well done, boss."

"Who said it was related to me?" The captain said with a slumped face, "Shut up, big trash. Stop talking nonsense and take people away. My eyes hurt when I see you."

After finishing speaking, before Reck could answer, Caesar had already turned around and swiftly crossed the huge ruins, and quickly ran towards the direction of the Spanish Royal Palace. Relaxed, like a cheetah ambushing its prey in the dark...

Uh, to correct me, it looks more like a cheetah running gracefully for its life.

He curled his lips, hugged McGaller, and didn't want to follow Lake who was buried with him and turned around to go back to the main ship to find the ship's doctor.Suddenly, unexpectedly, the black-haired young man in his arms opened his eyes.

"Put me down." With a hoarse voice, McGarr said lightly.

Rick was shocked: "Are you awake?"

McGarl: "I haven't slept."

Rek let go of McGarr, and the young man turned over and stood firmly on the ground by himself.

The red-haired mate was shocked again: "Aside from dancing, you can also act?"

McGarr: "It's really sick."

Lake: "Can't it still move? Just now it looks like half a foot in a coffin... What's the benefit of playing dead? You can analyze it for me."

McGarr: "Ah, I'm content to sleep with the captain in my arms all night, does that count?"

Captain, you've got a big deal, you've got a big deal.Lake's face was pained and sympathetic: "For me, it doesn't count, but for you, it really counts."

McGarl smiled, and he raised his hand, facing the direction Caesar left, with the back of his hand facing outwards and his palm facing himself, and hurried away: "Go find the big dog, he may suffer a disadvantage if he goes to find Leosa alone, that guy . . . have titles in Spain."

Rick: "What about you?"

McGarr: "Walk back by yourself, find the ship's doctor, prescribe medicine, take medicine, and sleep."

"..." The red-haired first mate paused, showing obvious hesitation, "Are you okay?" He moved closer to McGarr, staring at the other's face as if he was more sure. His curious face was clearly reflected in his pupils... It can't be blamed that Lake didn't believe in McGahl, he didn't want to be buried with him, he didn't want to fill in the pit - if he died, he would die with a big-breasted girl, what would it be like to be buried with a man? Words... Damn it, even silk that can walk won't work.

"Ah, it's okay." The dark-haired young man showed a trace of impatience on his pale face, "Get lost."

Lake: "Tell me to go away again, you father and son are really disgusting."

McGarl said blankly, "Goodbye."

Rick left angrily, following the direction Caesar had left before.

Standing there watching for a while, after confirming that the red head jumped out of his sight, standing in the messy ruins, the black-haired young man finally moved, and then he held onto the gravel beside him , slowly leaning against the half-remained wall that was scorched black and sat down.

Splitting headache.

His breathing was like a wrecked cart pulled by an old cow, making a wheezing sound with difficulty.His skin, which had become extremely sensitive due to heat, leaned against the slightly cold wall in comparison. He was barefoot, and the gravel and tiles under his feet hurt painfully.

He slowly closed his eyes. In his ears, there were the crazy laughter of the pirates, the explosion of artillery shelling the Spanish port, and the cries of the crowd running for their lives. It was like a carnival that couldn't stop.

bang— bang—

The sound of the wine bottle being broken sounded very close, McGarr frowned and opened his eyes——

In front of him were three disheveled pirates with their shoulders draped over their shoulders. The three of them were holding wine they had snatched from somewhere in their hands, drunk and staggering.

At this moment, they were staring with drunken eyes at Megal who was sitting among the ruins.Their eyes seemed to be stuck with superglue, and they looked at the sapphire ring shining in the moonlight on McGall's hand.

...Which fleet did the goods drilled out of these three garbage bins belong to?

I don't know... Tsk, I'm in trouble.

How do you say that?The house leak happens to rain all night, and the boat just meets the head wind.