captain migraine

In the confusion, McGarr thought that he was about to lose his strength and let go in the next second. Suddenly, a thick arm was wrapped around his waist, and the breath of someone who came was panting in his ears, and the walrus was slightly taken aback—— At this very second, the person behind him yanked him by the waist and pulled him back, taking advantage of the trend to bring the two people who were hanging on the side of the boat up as well——

The four of them rolled into a ball, and McGarr clutched the wound on his waist and lay on the deck crying in pain, yelling with no image——

"Fuck you!! It hurts!!!!!!"

Accompanied by the walrus man's roar, there were two musket gunshots close at hand——

The warm and sticky liquid was sprayed on the back of his neck, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, a hideous tall figure of a one-eyed pirate covered him completely, and the sharp saber covered in blood slipped from his hand, if it wasn't for him The two huge blood holes on his chest that were blown out by muskets showed that he was no longer a threat. McGarl really felt like he was going to pee his pants!

Damn, I almost met Hades.

Patting his chest, the naive walrus driver turned his head, and then he was taken aback for a moment, the muzzle of the gun emitting black smoke was almost in front of his nose, behind the smoke smelling of sulfur, the sharp and furious amber eyes were caught so brightly--

Lord Yan, his old man...has never left.

McGall: "...I can explain."

As if he didn't see the other party's hypocritical, sincere and unrepentant expression of beating up, at this moment, Caesar was squinting his eyes, looking up and down at his lifeless little slave——

Ah, let's see... all the way from the Stormrage, there is no other way but to swing the rope, um, swinging the rope, he learned it by pressing the little slave; the bandage around the waist is well tied, and the bandage technique is skillful He also taught it by himself; the clothes on his body, he put them on the sofa when the people below washed them in the morning; the trouser belt, no doubt, is no different from the one on him, and even has an extra dagger The socket is still his; the trousers are worn loosely on the body, and the trouser legs are rolled up and down like a hooligan——

Caesar remembered very clearly that these were the new breeches he bought in Paris last month. He picked them himself and cost 29 gold coins. He liked them a little.

"You are dead."

With a black face, he briefly announced the future of McGarl, stretched out his long hand, and pulled out the decorative gun from the walrusman's waist, and grabbed it in his hand. The heavy and familiar feel made the captain completely lose the interest in looking down. Knowing its origin, while thinking about adding locks to his wardrobe, desk cabinet, and captain's lounge from now on, the man even considered whether to put a dog bell on his little slave——

If you don't pay attention, you will run around by yourself.

"Go back to the Stormrage." The musket in his hand twirled neatly in the palm of his hand, loaded it, and fired. He successfully knocked down several gunners of the Wasp in almost a second. The captain's face was so dark that ink dripped out. This storm seems to be brewing at any moment, "Get out," he ordered coldly, "Don't distract me here—"

The man's words were swallowed down his throat with a flash from the corner of his eye. The first second his pupils shrank, he neatly raised the musket in his hand and aimed it behind Megal, but suddenly there was a moment when he pulled the trigger. hesitation—

For ordinary people, this little hesitation is enough to make up for everything with a quick shot.

However, for Leosa, this second is enough for him to do many things!

In the ensuing roar of Lake, the red-haired boy rushed up from behind. His figure was extremely dexterous, and he quickly flashed past several minions in the duel, and a gleam of cold light flashed in his golden pupils. , stretched out his hand and hugged McGall from behind——

Bah!

There was a crackling sound from the musket hitting the deck, and between the splashes of sawdust, a huge scorched hole appeared on the hit deck, and that place was where McGarl was squatting a second ago!

"Ah, it's so dangerous, so dangerous, you actually shot me!"

A lazily playful boy's voice rang in his ears.Caught tightly around his neck by a pair of abnormally strong arms, he was forcibly dragged up from the deck, and it became difficult for McGarl to breathe, feeling a thin body ambiguously attached behind him, a strange but The not-so-smelling aroma enveloped him, and he earned it, but in exchange for more forceful and rough restraints!

"Don't move around," a delicate and pale hand stretched out from behind, running down the dark and dirty face of the young black-haired young man, "I don't want to break McGarl's neck at all!" Ray Osa's voice still sounded cute with a bit of a coquettish tone, but she said creepy things.

Ray, Reosa?McGarl blinked, facing such a simple, straightforward and slightly rude revenge, his brain suddenly couldn't turn around.

"Even if there is another way to choose, I will not choose to use McGarl to threaten you, Caesar." With a little grievance in his voice, the boy began to use his divine logic to shirk his responsibility, "Because from now on he will definitely Angry with me, stop playing and kissing me, don’t you think, you must be very angry, right, McGarl?”

McGall: "..."

Judging from the virtue of Leosa's high-spirited PLAPLA, at least it shows that the big dog turned his head and left before his bad temper... Comrade Walrus lowered his head, and he didn't even have the courage to look up at his boss's head. Pot face.

Amidst the sound of gunfire and fighting, the high-level leaders of the two sides finally confronted each other face-to-face—in the bloody battle against the board, they played a strange game of silence and confrontation.

Pig teammates?hehe.McGarl hangs his head in pain so much that he can't wait to groan, and suddenly realizes that he is using his life to experience the pleasure of being a pig teammate.

"—What are you doing with your head down, big trash."

There was a click, and the sound of musket loading sounded. The man's voice seemed faint in this chaotic environment, and no emotion could be heard.

...Usually speaking, Lord Yan...probably talks like this?

Under the cover of Reike, the man held up his musket, and the muzzle of the gun was accurately aimed at the center of Leosa's eyebrows. There was no extra emotion in the amber pupils, and the corners of his lips curled into a cold arc without a smile. ... At least the kidnapped walrus officer who had figured out the dog's temper of this man knew clearly that Caesar was probably already in a state of rage at this time.

Caesar: "Admit your mistake now..."

McGarr: "I was wrong, I'm a pig."

Caesar: "It's too late."

McGall: "..."

Holding a gun in one hand, the other hand slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and lit it. During the whole process, the man's spirit was highly concentrated, and his sharp and fierce eyes like a falcon never left the red The boy's hand was stuck on the little slave's throat.

"You can try, it's you or my gun that's faster, you dwarf." The captain half-closed his eyes and said with a bad attitude, "He's dead, and your entire fleet will be thrown to hell with him."

McGall: "..."

Why can't people be moved by this kind of bold and lofty ambition that should make people feel full of love?TV dramas are all deceitful!Captain, don't be impulsive!I don't care what you bring me when I'm dead--and even his fleet is worth less than me, isn't it? !

"Don't say that, bro~"

The wine-red long-haired boy elongated his voice and rubbed the side of McGar's face flatteringly while talking. Seeing that his master's hand holding the gun above his head was shaking because of this movement, McGarr immediately made a conditioned reflex. resisted as much as he could—

In return, Leosa's fingers pinching his neck became even harder, and that perverted force almost reduced the air he didn't need enough... He coughed violently, and his nose was snotted in embarrassment. Tears were coming from various places, and at that moment McGarl finally realized that the boy behind him was not joking...

If the situation is not right, Leosa will really kill him.

"Your expression of realizing 'he's really not a good person' just now makes me want you to die, big trash." Caesar snorted in a low voice and said dangerously.

No, don't say it.The low and cheerful sneer of the young man behind made McGall a little embarrassed.

The man curled his lips, because he became a little vague when he spoke with a cigarette in the corner of his lips, his eyes shifted, and he glanced at Leoza disgustedly: "Talk about your conditions."

"I want my compass, and then tell your men to stop," Leosa said. "I'll tell mine to stop too—of course, you stop first."

Facing the young lion, he opened his mouth wide, but the man didn't even move his brows, only two words popped out from the corners of his tightly pursed lips: "Don't even think about it."

Leosa: "Then it doesn't matter if Little McGall dies?"

Caesar: "..."

McGarr: "...Don't do this, boy QAQ! You will really cause me to be beaten to death by the boss."

Leosa: "But people really want to get back their compass!"

McGarr: "Don't act like a spoiled child to me, I will correct my evil ways and return to good faith, and I won't accept your tricks!"

Leosa: "I'm not being coquettish, I'm talking to McGall very seriously!"

McGarl: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh—"

Caesar: "Shut up all of them."

Adults mean what they say.

On the deck, the small negotiation area fell into silence again.

About half a minute later, he took the cigarette butt from his mouth, threw it under his feet and stomped it out. The man didn't lift his head, and said with a lack of expression on his face: "Your people stop first, return the compass to you, and get out of here."

The compass is the key clue to the mermaid's hometown in the Mediterranean, without which no one can find that sea.Without the guidance of the mermaid, the location of the Fountain of Youth will be even more difficult to find... If the Fountain of Youth cannot be found, the curse on Margarita will not be lifted... The big dog has been floating on the sea for so many years. Isn't that the purpose?

As a foreigner who travels through time and space, why do I follow others blindly?

"...Well, boss," amidst the silence, unexpectedly, the one who broke the silence was Comrade Walrus, who had been dejected all this time. He raised his head, and suddenly said sincerely, "Compass, it's better not to...cough... …Your uncle, son of a bitch, if I hadn’t picked you up from the side of the boat just now, you would have died to the point where there is not even a scum left!”

"I know," the boy blinked and said cheerfully, "I'll find a lot of ice cubes to freeze you when you die, and when I find the fountain of youth, you'll be able to live."

Let, fart! ! !

When he thought of lying in the ice, covered in dead ashes and covered with corpse spots, and being thrown under the cabin waiting for a completely unreliable legend to come back to life, McGarr only wanted to die cleanly!

"Stop talking nonsense, you don't have a place to talk here."

Caesar's voice was deep and magnetic. He stretched out his hand and took out the exquisite wooden box from his pocket. He threw it away, and the compass drew a perfect arc and fell into Leosa's hand accurately. .

"It's the real thing, I'm not as despicable as you, let your people stop the fire first," said the man when Leosa caught the compass and opened it to check the authenticity, "otherwise you will go to the bottom of the sea with the compass to live your whole life alright."

Closing the compass with a snap, a bright smile appeared on Leoza's pretty little face -- he stretched his neck and chirped loudly on McGarr's face, and then he pushed the walrusman back completely. his captain.

Pulling the black-haired young man over and clamping it between his arms, Caesar grabbed the swinging rope at hand.

"Bills for lost and repaired ships will be sent to you."

"what?!"

The smile on the boy's face froze.

The expression on the man's face remained unchanged, and he remained calm and calm: "Otherwise, I'll ask Margarita for it."

"Huh?! No, no! Caesar is so despicable! I will give it! I will give it!!!"

With a sneer, the captain of the Stormrage grabbed the rope at his hand, wrapped his walrus crew, and made a splendid exit.

A naval battle ended in a peaceful...well, barely peaceful breakup before what looked to be a much larger struggle.

……

Half an hour later, Stormrage regrouped and set sail.

Captain's interior.

The first officer walked into the captain's lounge, looked around and said, "Where is McGarr?"

Behind the desk, the captain propped his chin with one hand, and said with a lack of interest: "Facing the wall and thinking about it."

Rick: "...Well, where are we going now?"

Somewhat surprised, he raised his eyelids and glanced at the first mate. The captain said, "Are you an idiot?" "Are you demented? Of course, I went to find the lair of those stinky mermaids."

Lake: "...but the compass has..."

Caesar: "..."

Lake: "?"

Caesar: "..."

Lake suddenly realized: "Ah!"

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across the captain's face.

Lake: "Where is it?! Where is the backup!"

Sitting relaxed on the soft captain's armchair, with the cross placed on the lower abdomen, the man showed a nasty smile——

"...Go to the next door and take off the pants of the person who is facing the wall thinking about it, maybe you can see it."