captain migraine

"Even if I don't get seasick, I can't stand the rough life of the pirates. My lord, I have a very delicate life." After closing the door, McGarr said to himself in Chinese, "And there is nothing to do For reasons that make me yearn for a life where I live with my head in my belt.”

The big dog didn't bring up the question about the pirates again. He sat relaxed at the table, brushing his hand casually on the rough surface with some wood slag. He noticed that the room had become a bit cooler.

Even in summer, on this island off the coast of Tunisia, as long as it rains, the temperature will drop suddenly.The thunderstorm weather made everything worse. If the weather continues, the pirates who temporarily rely on the sea for supplies will have to take a long-term rest here.

...Ah, the "supply pirates" of course included the ship of the Barberus brothers who attacked the dogs.

After the fire was lit in the house, and the windows were carefully closed to keep the wind and rain out of the house, after everything was done, McGarl turned around and saw the tall man sitting in the center of the room at a glance.At this moment, he was sitting quietly by the dilapidated wooden table that was about to fall apart, expressionless, as if listening to the wind and rain outside the house very seriously, the red firelight reflected on half of his handsome face, shadows Flickering with the beating of the flame.

Alas, McGarl smiled silently, hoping that Caesar's fleet would not rush to avenge the boss and dock in such bad weather. I heard from Old Fante that there has been no pirates on Djerba Island for more than ten years. It's landing battle.

After taking some clean gauze, McGarr walked up to the big dog, picked up the man's chin with one hand, and carefully wiped off the rainwater splashed on his face when he was standing by the door. Carefully avoid tiny wounds that are still healing.

"The bandage is about to come off."

McGarr put down the gauze, took the fire sticks standing around, squatted down and turned over the burning firewood, and said absently.However, the person he was talking to didn't seem to care about it, just remained in that posture, and responded more absently than McGarr.

McGarl dragged the net bag containing the oysters, took out a few oysters from it, threw them into the burning stove without looking at them, and asked, "Unhappy?"

Logically, you should be happy, right?After all, being blind doesn't feel good.

But unexpectedly heard the man behind him chuckle in a low voice, it seemed that McGarr asked a ridiculous question.This guy... McGarl was stunned, then frowned slightly, and was about to say something when he heard a low and lazy voice: "It doesn't matter."

"Oh," McGarl nodded earnestly, regardless of the fact that the other party couldn't see it at all, he poked the oyster buried in the firewood with a fire stick, "That's right, it will be fine anyway."

After speaking, McGarl threw the fire stick and stood up, took the only pot in the house, scooped two large scoops of fresh water from the fresh water bucket, and put the pot on the fire.

"What are you going to do after that?" Lifting the bucket containing the fish, he fished out a few sardines from it. The man squatting on the ground touched his waist, and took out the knife that was already somewhat curled up. The sardines The stomach was cut open and the internal organs were cleaned, and when the water in the pot began to boil, the sardines were thrown into it.

This time, there was silence behind him, and the big dog didn't answer him.

"Ah."

McGarr smiled again, but if the big dog could see, he would find that the smile didn't reach those bright black eyes this time.He turned around and turned his back to the firelight. The shadow he cast almost covered the entire tall man because of the stretch. Unfortunately, in the darkness of the shadow, McGarr couldn't see the other person's expression clearly.

Sighing, McGarl lazily leaned against the fire, turning the rolled-up knife over his fingertips: "Want revenge?"

"..."

"Caesar is dead." The young man said flatly, "What's the use of revenge?"

As McGarr had predicted, the name Caesar always worked for a big dog.Hearing this name seemed to have heard some password, the man who was sitting at the table as motionless as a mountain moved slightly, his long legs stretched out, he changed to a more comfortable position and leaned against the table again, mysteriously, Mai Gal moved back, and when the firelight was projected on the man's face, as expected, he saw the corners of the lips slightly raised on the man's face.

That's really... a very arrogant angle.

"so what?"

The man lowered his voice as if he was answering McGaller's words, and more like talking to himself. At this moment, the smile on his lips became more obvious, and his voice was hoarse and gloomy, almost word by word. —

"Just thinking of Barberluth's triumphant look when he plundered my property makes me so angry that I can't help but want to send them to the gallows with my own hands-to kill them all, along with the residue of those who followed him. "

The man's sharp-edged face was suddenly stained with gloomy violence.

"..."

Tsk, man, do you think the soldiers are going to say "thank you" to you when you send Barberus to the gallows?No, people will just say—"One more chain, and you can go on the road together!"

McGarl turned around in pain, took the wooden spoon on the stove, stirred the bubbling fish soup that had begun to turn milky white, took the salt and pepper on the stove and sprinkled it After stirring for a while, and stirring clockwise for two more times, McGarl suddenly stopped what he was doing, "Then repay the favor, have you thought about it?"

There was a pause on the man's face for a second, and then the terrifying smile faded a bit.

...Although the expression on his face did not soften a little because of the mention of "the famous savior".

"... Sure enough not?" McGarr said with no regrets on his face.

Remove the fish soup pot, squat down, and use a fire stick to pull out the oysters buried in the firewood.

The plate with a missing hole and the newly bought plate last week were placed in the left and right hands. After thinking about it and comparing it, McGarr stuffed the intact one under the big dog's nose roughly——

"Here, this will be your dog bowl from now on." (Chinese)" The milky white fish soup was poured into the old plate in front of him, and the young man was still murmuring, "Hey, if it wasn't for fear that your IQ would be cut off Hurt that arrogant mouth... (Chinese)"

The man who didn't know that he had got a brand new "favor" showed disdain for the steaming food, and when the other party boldly knocked on the table in front of him to urge him, he snorted mockingly and said: "Your mother didn't tell You, facing the food handed by a stranger, have to—”

The warm and moist feeling moistened the corners of the thin lips that were forming a mocking arc.

The man froze.

The aroma of pepper and fish soup drilled into the nose, infinitely magnified, obviously just touched the lips, but seemed to have been eaten into the stomach, the taste buds were suddenly awakened by countless days of dry and hard bread treatment - the most damning thing is, The wooden spoon filled with soup poked forward again, as if to remind him: Open your mouth obediently.

"..." The facial muscles softened in compromise, and the man opened his mouth cooperatively, allowing Megal to feed the spoonful of fish soup into his mouth.

The fish soup was thick and fragrant.

McGarr: "What did Mom say?"

Big Dog: "Thank you."

Chick, bastard.Where the man could not see, the young man narrowed his eyes with a smile: "How about the soup?"

Big Dog: "Better than dry bread."

McGarr: "Compared to pirate food?"

Big Dog: "Like dog food."

McGall: "..."

So this kind of crazy and ignorant thing is suitable to be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

Taking back his spoon viciously, and ordering "eat by yourself", McGarl got up and took the pair of crude chopsticks he made, took the sardines out of the pot with the only light from the fire in the house, and put them On the plate, use chopsticks to peel off the completely boneless fish meat from the belly, and throw it into the man's plate, "Eat the fish meat too." He ordered angrily.

The other party was very cooperative, scooped it up with a spoon, put it carefully into his mouth at first, and finally became more generous after realizing that it was completely fish meat——

...It seems to eat very well, although it is eaten quickly, but there is no sound at all when drinking the soup.With a fishbone in his mouth, McGarl stared at the big dog with his chin resting on one hand. Compared to those rude men who would make trouble in taverns, this guy was really a high-quality product among pirates.

While the big dog was drinking his soup gracefully from a wooden spoon, McGarl bent down and turned out the oysters he pulled out earlier, touched the rock-like surface, and found that it was no longer hot, and put an oyster Picking up the oyster on the table, pulling out the knife he had used to plan the fish, McGarr began to concentrate on the tightly closed mouth of the oyster.

When the big dog put down the wooden spoon in his hand, he successfully pried open the first oyster.

At this time, it becomes very difficult to use a knife to cut lemons.

The meat of raw oysters grilled by firewood is very thick and milky white. Because of the lack of seasoning, the slightly black edges can be clearly seen.The clean ocean living environment makes it exude the unique fishy smell of the ocean, which is a little smelly and a little fragrant.The fragrance of lemon came out, squeezed the sour lemon juice onto the steaming oyster, McGarl grabbed half of the oyster and took a sip gently——

Inhale the salty and sweet oyster juice of light sea water, and move the tongue to roll the tender oyster meat into the mouth——

McGall: "..."

TAT.

... so delicious that you almost want to meet the Buddha.

For the first time, McGarl felt that he was really living in this world!

After eating half of the oysters carefully, McGarl looked up and found that the big dog was tilting his head to listen to the movement on his side.

It really looks like a big fluffy and obedient dog.

I couldn't help but want to reach out and rub his hair, but because of the obvious lemon smell on my hands, the sensitive man grabbed his wrist before touching the ends of his hair.McGarl withdrew his hand without changing his face, and stuffed the other half of the oyster into the big dog's wide hand, while sternly teaching: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't move."

...So in fact, compared to being shameless, he is on par with men.

The two of them ate seven oysters and a pot of fish soup, McGarr drank a little rum, and the dog drank a whole mug.I was full of wine and food, and my body was warm.The two thinner male creatures wiped their mouths indiscriminately, and lay down side by side on the only bed in the house.

McGarl stretched out his hand, and patted the people around him chaotically—probably the beautiful place on his lower abdomen. In short, the firm feel made him couldn’t help touching two more——

"Let's consider the matter of repaying the favor?"

"kindness."

"I want a dagger, the kind that is sharp enough."

"it is good."

"Chichi."

"What are you laughing at?"

"Big Dog, I guess you should at least be the boatswain on a warship in Caesar's fleet."

Feeling that the people around him moved, the man propped up half of his body, and seemed to be a little interested: "How do you know that?"

McGarr: "Because what I picked up could be an ordinary person."

Very serious tone.

Big dog:"……"

The conversation paused for half a minute because of the silence of one of them.

When McGarr rubbed his full belly and almost fell asleep in a daze, he heard the faint voice of the people around him resounding in the darkness——

"I can give you more than you can imagine."

"Ah," McGarl babbled, turned over, and said vaguely, "It depends on whether I want it or not."

Anyway, you definitely can't afford what I want.