captain migraine

When dawn finally approached, the fleet of Black Wave stopped its attack.In the sound of a long horn, the sound of artillery fire that resounded throughout the night changed from dense to sporadic—on the Stormrage, Reick stepped on the side of the ship and yelled loudly, "Who the hell is wasting bullets?" Take you to fill the cannon", after that, the artillery attack finally stopped completely.

Three minutes later, with a bang, Caesar returned to the Stormrage, and with a faint "Yang Fan, set sail", thousands of sails were unleashed on the sea.

"Anyone who dares to say 'Welcome back' to me will be whipped." The amber-like pupils glanced indifferently at the many crew members on the Stormrage who were all eager to get close to them, and Caesar barely lingered. Walk towards the cabin where the ship doctor is, "What about him?"

"Who, who?" The crowd looked at each other.

The captain frowned: "The new walrus man."

"You mean that follower of yours, he is currently in a high fever, and he had a dispute with three people from the Fourth Fleet before, and now he is at Bakir's place--" Barry jumped up and followed behind the captain , like a happy rabbit.

"What!" Lake said incredulously, "That dead bun can have a dispute with our own people? I don't believe it!"

Glancing at Lake, who was about to face a catastrophe, Caesar nodded his head and groaned, his steps quickened a little.As if completely forgetting that "infighting" is a very sensitive crime, the man looked very calm and asked as he walked, "Have you seen any blood?"

"There's blood," Barry said, looking happy. "McGarr stabbed one of the pirates."

Yo, still using a knife?The wings are stiff, and they are courting death.Caesar sneered.

"But not stabbed to death!" The young man hurriedly added, he followed behind Caesar's butt, pretending not to hear Lake's complaints about who is the follower, because he is much shorter than a man, it is very difficult for him to keep up with him He struggled, walked out of breath and spoke intermittently, "Maybe it's because of McGarl's lack of accuracy, and now that beautiful dagger is still stuck in the belly of that unlucky guy. According to Bakir, no internal organs were injured, as long as Survive without infection."

Hearing this, the pace of the man walking in the front suddenly stopped.

A group of people who followed behind stopped in fear and trepidation—they stared at the captain's back in horror, and no one knew the expression on the man's face at this moment.

"No one died?"

"No."

"Oh, I see."

He responded in a flat tone, without even seeing the emotional ups and downs before and after. After speaking, the man raised his foot and kicked open the door of Bakir's medical room - the ship doctor's curses came from the door, and the next second, the doctor The door of the room was slammed shut in front of everyone.

Pirates: "..."

Rick: "Fuck me?"

Barry: "I do."

Lake: "I'm also a wounded man! What's the point of closing the door—and locking it, you bastard captain!"

Crew A poked the companion beside him: "Look, I just said, there must be something wrong with the captain and McGarl."

Crew B: "Stay in the same room all day... I heard that the captain hasn't eaten meat for a long time, hehe, you know, since McGarl came, I haven't seen the captain go to his various beauties all over the Mediterranean confidant."

Crew members: "Oh oh oh oh! (⊙o⊙)"

Barry: "Fart! They ain't gotta make it! They ain't gotta do it!"

Lake said with a sullen face, "You gossips... But, I agree with this brat."

Crew A's eyes glowed: "Boss Lake, you are the first mate, you must know something inside—"

Lake: "The inside story is that tonight McGarl took the captain and slept with him all night as something worth showing off to me. The two of them are innocent...although I don't think they are far from being innocent."

Crew: "Wow! (⊙o⊙)"

Lake rolled his eyes: "Wow, Caesar's stinky, hard stuff that can even talk at night, give it to me and I won't even hug it——

Barry yelled disillusionedly: "What the hell! Does the captain sleep at night?!"

Actually no, that guy is sleeping gracefully.Lake was silent for a while, and finally remembered that he was still locked outside the medical room dripping with blood, and instantly filled with malice, pretending to raise his eyebrows and said impatiently: "Ah, even if you yell like a pig, it's your captain—— What are you doing standing here! Get out of here and go to work, why are you here to join in the fun!"

The captain chatters like a pig at night?

...Yeah yeah, I don't even look like a pig's head!

Aren't we more elegant than the captain?

...Yeah yeah, we are more elegant than the captain!

The crew members who were misled by Lake into thinking that they had opened up a new world were full of disbelief.Berry raised his hand: "I still have something to say, can you say it, Boss Lake!"

Rick: "No."

Barry: "No, let me talk!"

"Don't act like a spoiled child, I hate brats who act like a spoiled child the most in my life. It's so disgusting." The red-haired mate pushed hard on the door of the medical room without looking back. "If you fart, let it go, if you don't fart, go back to your respective posts."

Barry paused, and then reluctantly said: "McGarr said, don't sail too fast tonight, there may be storms from tonight to the day after tomorrow, we'd better find a port to stop."

"Huh?" Rick stopped banging on the door, turned his head and looked at Barry like a monster, "How could it rain in this day, you didn't see—"

pat.

A bean-sized drop of liquid fell on the tip of the red-haired mate's nose.

pat pat pat pat.

crackling-

Crew A: "It's raining, Boss Lake!"

Rick: "..."

Crew B: "It's raining heavily, have you collected all the food that was put out for drying in the afternoon?"

Rick: "..."

Crew C: "What should we do now, Boss Lake?"

Lake: "Unfold the rain cloth, tighten the rope, and head towards Valencia at full speed - the warehouse manager counts the remaining shells and the profit from this opening, and sends them to the captain's lounge before dawn - what are you doing standing around, get out of here !"

Outside the medical clinic, the crowd dispersed in a rush, and in the sudden downpour, the deck suddenly jumped up and down.

Unlike the chaotic deck, the medical room at this moment is extremely quiet.

Bakir, who was too busy to touch the floor, opened the door for the "red-haired monkey who smashed the door" (the original words) and occupied the only armchair in the medical room. With a cotton ball, he frowned and wiped the incision on his face. Every time he wiped it, he regretted even more why he didn't poke Leosa's head off his neck before.

Beside him was a hospital bed, and lying on the bed was McGarr, whose face was flushed with fever. He was lying on the bed almost half unconscious, and the breath he breathed was horribly hot... The man turned his head to look at him, his brows furrowed. He just wrinkled it tighter, and every time he glanced at it, then immediately turned his head, and after a few seconds, as if he couldn't help it, he turned his head and glanced at the speed of light again.

Like a thief.

When Lake walked into the medical room, what he saw was such a harmonious scene—by the way, he personally thought that the captain, who was holding a small cotton ball and sterilizing the knife wound on his face with pain, looked very ridiculous.

Seeing the first mate enter the lounge, Caesar didn't say much, but raised his chin at his feet, motioning for him to help - at the captain's feet, as the only doctor, Bakir had already brought the medical treatment. Gloves, he was wearing a mask with only two eyes exposed, he half knelt on the ground, and poured all the half bottle of disinfectant in his hand on the wound of his patient——

The man let out a scream, and his whole body twitched, and he seemed to be so painful that he almost passed out.

Caesar frowned, and Rick rushed forward to help Bakir hold down the man's limbs, and in the process, the red-haired mate clearly saw what was stuck in the belly of the unlucky guy—— Eighteen first-class opals and a number of complete sapphires are absolutely out-of-print daggers, Ghost Killer.

Dead Baozi McGarl actually stabbed someone, is this a ghost?

In the next second, without allowing Lake to think too much, blood splattered, Bagal pressed the sailor's wound with one hand, and quickly pulled out the dagger—the blood splashed his mask, and he took it out too early without blinking. He just prepared the hemostatic powder at his feet, and sprinkled more than half of the bottle on the bleeding wound without any distress. He raised his hand and said to Lake as a matter of course: "Bring me the bandage."

Lake was taken aback for a moment, then cursed and took it: "Obviously I'm also a sick patient—here, here you are."

Bakir let out a contemptuous laugh from behind the mask: "Whenever you are lying here, I will treat you well-hey, that childish ghost who is afraid of pain over there, hold your pet collar."

With a flash of silver light, the man who had been sitting motionless by the bed raised his hand, and easily held the blood-stained ghost in his hand.Grabbing Ghost Killer, Caesar flipped through it expressionlessly, and without hesitation, wiped the blood on Bakir's clean and beautiful bed sheet without hesitation.

Bakir stared at the captain's handy action completely: "Caesar, your uncle!!!!"

Caesar: "Ah, it won't die if you wipe it, what kind of rubbish is it?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced absently at McGarr on the bed.

Fortunately, still sleeping like a dead pig.

……kindness?Wait, "okay"?

okay what? ……baffling.Frowning for the umpteenth time tonight, he clicked his tongue, and the captain scratched his hair in a troublesome way.

Bakir still yelled: "I will die! I just changed the sheets!"

Caesar glanced at him and said impatiently, "This guy sweats a lot, you'll have to change it sooner or later."

Lake: "Hey, someone help me bandage, I'm still bleeding!"

Bakir: "Hey, is this idiot sweating?"

Caesar snorted, showing disdain: "Can you be stupid?"

Bakir said very patiently: "Isn't it stupid to stab one of my own people? It's a big crime, and I don't even bother to forget about the other two unlucky ones who need to be re-bonded by him. —how many whips is that?"

Holding the cotton ball that had dried out and volatilized long ago, the man fell into a rare silence.

Just expecting this to happen, Bakir added fuel to the fire: "Hey, why don't you talk? Is this because you suddenly failed in math, or did you suddenly forget those stupid rules you set yourself? By the way, let me remind you , I am the only ship doctor, and I am in charge of more than 800 lives including your entire captain, even if you are the captain, you can only flatter me."

This time Caesar reacted, raised his head and gave the ship doctor a sneer: "Dream."

Lake was full of helplessness, and had to brush his presence again angrily: "...one of you pays attention to me."

"A 32-year-old who is still afraid of pain is not qualified to challenge the doctor's brother." Seeing the man's face stiffen in satisfaction, the ship doctor suddenly clapped his hands in a very good mood, and came up with a bad idea——

"Do you have hot water in your room? Take McGarr to take a shower, and sweat a little and you'll be fine tomorrow morning."

"Why do you want me to go?" The man frowned, "Rake, you go."

"I'm not going." Lake rolled his eyes and grabbed the scissors in the medical kit to sterilize them on the candle, "Didn't Mom tell you that you have to take care of the toys you've played with? ——Your person, yourself Deal with it." Speaking of this, the red-haired first officer sniffed his nose, and then showed a disgusted expression, "Tsk tsk, wash it off quickly, it smells like sweat, it's about to go bad."

Caesar said blankly, "Then let him rot."

"This guy just accurately predicted a rainstorm, and now our ship is heading towards Valencia at full speed," Lake said without raising his head, carefully cutting off his clothes sticking to the wound, "At least as a walrus man For me, the mascot is really a rare and competent existence—”

The man raised his eyebrows and pulled two to five to eighty thousand: "What do you want to say?"

Lake put down the scissors, with a helpless face: "Take good care of it, don't play it badly, you can't afford it."