captain migraine

What does McGarr want? ... In fact, he didn't know either.Just like he once thought, living alone is really lonely—for example, he insisted that no matter how shabby the table is, there should be two or more sets of tableware before it looks like a meal.

The next morning, when the dazed McGarl got up from the big dog and silently wiped his drool on his firm and perfect belly, he began to seriously think about whether he really wanted to fight the big dog in the future. The table gets by.

Unfortunately, probably everyone thinks he's crazy.

"--Do you think you really picked up a dog?" Stuffing the bandage in his hand to the young man with a careless face, Old Fant felt his heart was fucking broken, "That's Caesar's man-- ——Have you heard of "Black Sea Wolf Caesar"—forget it, what else can you know besides eating... You also said that he is definitely not an ordinary sailor. I heard people say that every position in Caesar's fleet The crew members put their lives on the line, that guy is definitely not someone to mess with, what kind of medicine did you take wrong to want to keep him in captivity?"

"Ah," McGarr put the bandages into his pocket, picked his ears with his little fingers impatiently, and said slowly, "You speak too fast, Fante, you say, he is from Caesar, and then ...and then what?"

The old man took a deep breath before resisting the urge to stab the person in front of him to death with the dagger in his hand.

And someone unconsciously sat on a chair and looked around: "Is there a clean container?"

Fante immediately became alert: "What do you want to do?"

"The big dog is going to take off the bandages," McGarr said. "I'm going to ask Mrs. Reese next door for some breastmilk."

"Why do you want to drink milk to celebrate when your eyes are healed?" Old Fant was shocked by the thunder, "And you need human milk, so perverted!"

"It's used to instill eyes." The young man rolled his eyes, with a look of "I don't care about you because of my shallow knowledge".

"Don't mess around, where are there so many weird healing methods, what if people are really blinded by you?" Old Fant complained, and took out a small jar from under the stove and stuffed it in. McGarr, "Go get it yourself, I can't afford to lose this man."

...Finally, McGarr was dragged to act as an interpreter.

When the young Mrs. Reis blushed and handed over the jar full of breastmilk, Fant felt that his reputation in this life had been ruined by McGarr, and the culprit was a calm face. He is still solemnly saying "thank you" to Mrs. Reiss—after all, among all the Arabic words of McGarl, his "thank you" is the most standard and slippery, and Old Fant thinks it is probably Because he said it too many times.

As if holding a jar of treasure, McGarr carefully held the jar, followed Fante slowly, looked east and west, and lazily talked nonsense: "Where is Lake?"

Lake is the only son of Old Fant.He is tall and strong, capable as hell, he is the leader of the pier, and most importantly, he is very filial - it is really rare to not see that big dutiful son around Fant when the pier is not open in thunderstorm weather.He didn't get back for a while, and McGarl looked back curiously. Who knew that Fante's brows were tightly furrowed. The old man absently wiped away the rainwater dripping on his forehead, and replied reluctantly: "He went to the guild There."

"Guild?" Isn't today a holiday?McGarr was a little surprised, "Going to deliver the order?"

"Thunderstorm weather, everyone is in a hurry. Brother Barberus's ship is recruiting people in the guild. Today is the second day." Standing in front of his house, Old Fant opened the door, showing for the first time that he did not want to With an irritable expression, he said, "He went, saying he wanted to go and have a look." After finishing speaking, the old man mercilessly wanted to close the door——

However, McGarr had quick eyes and quick hands, and his long legs were stuck in the crack of the door. "He wants to be a pirate?!" The young man said in surprise, "Crazy?"

"Hey, who knows, do you think I can stop him? It's probably a genetic problem. I lived to be 55 years old and found that I didn't even meet the first article of the pirate recruiting brochure "under 55 years old and not including 55 years old" Only then did I completely give up my pirate dream," Old Fant opened the door, stood behind the door expressionlessly, and said without much emotion, "He will go if he wants to, I can't stop him with my old bones! "

"You're talking too fast, slow down," McGarr demanded without guilt.

Fant: "...your Arabic is like shit."

"I understand this sentence." McGar nodded and said calmly, "You also taught shit."

Fant: "..."

McGarr thought for a while, and suddenly showed a surprised expression: "You just said that Barberus' ship is taking people?"

"..." For the first time, Old Fant felt that a normal conversation could make one's heart very tired.

"Why are they recruiting?"

"Part of the fleet was killed in the battle with Caesar's fleet, and they also brought in two Caesar's ships, of course there are not enough people," Fant glanced at McGarl and gave him a look of "you are so annoying", "and Caesar The people who are here will definitely kill and come back for revenge. Brother Barberus wants someone, otherwise how can we fight? Caesar's fleet likes to play boarding battles the most. There is no one, what can Brother Barberus play with others?"

"Caesar is dead!"

"But his subordinates still have to eat in this sea area. And Caesar's first officer is a loyal mad dog," Old Fante frowned, looking at McGarl at the idiot, "and the boss was killed , if he doesn't take revenge, who will follow his fleet in the future?"

McGarl was at a loss for words, he held the bottle of human milk in his arms tightly, but he was thinking about another thing——

"That's right, the stray dog ​​you picked up will also turn into a hungry wolf that bites anyone, and the Barberus brothers will be chopped into meat paste by Caesar's people—" Seeing through it, he stood dazed in front of the door Old Fante pretended to sneer contemptuously, "Tunisia is going to have a big movement recently, wipe your eyes and wait and see, idiot!" After finishing speaking, he wanted to close the door again——

McGarl stretched his legs, screamed and glared at the old man: "You know that Brother Barberus will lose and you let Lake go!"

"Can I fucking stop you? You can stop you!"

With a loud roar, McGarr's leg was roughly kicked back, and the crumbling wooden door slammed on his nose!

……

"—and so it is."

While fiddling with the bandages that had been removed from Big Dog's eyes, McGarr was talking casually. While removing the bandages, he took a moment to tell Big Dog about the fact that Brother Barberus was recruiting in the afternoon.And the person he was talking to was still immersed in his bad accent and messy words at this moment, trying hard to sort out all useful information.

After a long time, the man with his eyes closed said in a deep voice, "Tell your friends not to go."

"I would like to," McGarl glanced at the big dog, and found that the serious and serious appearance of the other party was also very good-looking, "but his own father can't stop him, why should I? ——Lie down."

"What are you doing?" the man sitting at the table said cautiously.

McGarr was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he dragged him to the bed and pushed him onto the bed.The big dog frowned tightly, and the whole tall body was stiff as hell. He swore that no one would dare to touch him like this in his life——

Just about to get up and drag the perverted fisherman over to beat him up violently, a cold hand pressed on his chest and patted, "Don't move around." The other party's voice sounded, the man froze, slapped him away and pressed Holding his hand on his chest, he lay down with a face full of reluctance and frowning——

The room became very quiet, only the sound of liquid flowing could be heard.About 1 minute later, Big Dog felt that the perverted fisherman was approaching him—the breath of the other party's breath was sprayed on his face. Past experience told the man that if he didn't almost stick his face, he would definitely not have this effect.

"Go away."

"Tsk, don't move."

McGarr frowned, and lightly touched the man's tightly closed eyelids with his cold and slender fingertips, feeling the man's eyes twitching under his fingertips, the young man unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and gently rubbed After a few strokes, when the other party wanted to grab his hand almost impatiently again, he reached out and took the container that had absorbed a little lotion, hovered over the other party's eyes, and nodded.

The cold and smooth touch made the man slightly taken aback.

"Eyes, open them."

The voice in the ear was low, as if talking in a dream—this voice sounded very inductive, and the man who was used to giving orders instead of obeying them unconsciously loosened his eyelids—

His keen sense of smell allowed him to immediately recognize what it was——

"Where's the goat's milk?"

McGarl: ...goat milk?

Closing his eyes, allowing McGarr to drip the milk on his eyes, the big dog felt the other party's movements pause.

"What?" He frowned and asked dissatisfied.

"... There are, uh... sheep in the yard of Old Fant's house."

Considering that telling the truth might cause the opponent to jump up and beat him up indiscriminately, Comrade McGarr chose to lie without changing his face.

... He firmly believed that the big dog would not have the leisure to verify whether the old Fant's house had a backyard or not.

He took a clean cloth, wiped off the excess breast milk, took out the bandage from his arms, and carefully threw away the dusty ring on the outside. He lowered his head and patiently rewrapped the bandage on the man .

"Old Fante said that Caesar's fleet will enter the port as soon as the storm stops."

"Oh."

"Eye, the bandage can be removed the day after tomorrow at the most."

"kindness."

"Will you go?"

"..."

Sitting back at the table, propping his chin with one hand, the other party's silence made McGarr lightly tap the table with his fingertips without rhythm.

The man lying sprawled on the bed changed his posture, raised his long legs arrogantly, and kicked open the originally closed window—a few wisps of cool rain drifted in, dispelling some of the stuffy heat.

"Well. Barberus must die."

……

McGarl: "Hmph."

Big Dog: "What are you doing?"

McGarr: "It's nothing, remember to repay the favor. The dagger should be of the highest quality."

Big Dog: "Hmph."