captain migraine

"You actually stabbed such an important map on his ass—what if someone sees it!" The first officer of the Stormrage stared at his boss with wide eyes. Smelling something wrong, the red-haired first mate put his eyes, nose and mouth back where they should be, cleared his throat, and said against his will, "But it seems like you would do something."

The captain snorted noncommittally, and put his long legs arrogantly on his desk.

Lake smiled awkwardly: "Probably no one has seen that kind of place except you."

Caesar stood up and took out the scroll of nautical charts snatched from the Spanish royal family at a huge price from the cabinet behind him, threw it on the table, took a quill from the desk, and quickly wrote on it. He made a few marks in some places, and he seemed to be immersed in his work with his head down. His voice sounded very calm and said: "Send the order, first go to the Menorca wharf for rest and supplies, and give it to the boatmen. Some time to repair and refurbish all the ships in this attack... Also, go to the next door and call me the person who faced the wall and thought about it."

Rick: "..."

Caesar raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Lake: "It's fine to be punished casually, no whips, don't damage the map—"

Caesar: "Go away, one...two..."

Before the word "three" was counted out, the red-haired first mate turned around and rushed out of the captain's lounge with a heartache. God knows that he should go to the ship's doctor to lie down like other wounded, but he didn't, he Loyalty came to the captain's office to express his worries about the future voyage to his boss, but his boss was proving with practical actions that anyone who didn't believe in any behavior of the captain was an idiot.

Lake accurately gave the captain's order to the bright and sad young man at a 45-degree angle by the window in the cabin next door. Three minutes later, there was a hesitant knock on the door of the captain's room.

"Come in directly, the door is not locked." Sitting behind the desk, the captain looked at the nautical chart spread on the table and said without raising his head, "If there is a lock, it won't be able to lock you. "

Three seconds later, the door was pushed open a crack, and the sun poured onto the soft carpet of the captain's lounge. Behind the crack of the door, a gloomy face of Jia Baoyu appeared.

The man raised his head and glanced, then lowered his head again, the quill in his hand was stained with ink...

"Show that expression to whom?" As he spoke, he used ink lines to connect several marked points on the map without any influence. He hesitated for a while on the first ink line, and finally put pen to paper. He wrote down simple numbers that only he could understand, raised the hand that was resting on the table, patted the edge of the table lightly, and called, "Come here, little slave."

Holding that pained face of Jia Baoyu, McGarl trotted all the way to the captain.

...to actually put on such a stupid face for Lao Tzu.Caesar raised one corner of his lips and smiled calmly: "You seem to have something to say?"

Although in the eyes of a certain person, this calm and breezy look is like a posture that the rain is about to come, so he quickly stood at attention, and McGarl stared nervously at the handsome dog face of the big dog, from the bottom of his heart. Say, "I'm sorry."

"...?" Caesar paused for a moment, then showed a toothache expression, and waved his hands in distaste, "Let's avoid this."

McGarr: "I caused you to lose the compass that I finally got. If I listened to you and stayed in the cabin honestly, maybe I wouldn't..."

"But Lake is likely to be buried on the bottom of the Wasp in this naval battle because no one caught him in time." Interrupting the self-confession of the walrus officer, under the slightly astonished gaze of the other party, the man put down the gun in his hand. Quill, he turned his head, his amber pupils stared at those bright black eyes like black pearls, and said almost word for word, "You saved him."

McGarr: "Although this is true, but..."

"If you think a compass that fails from time to time is more important than the first mate of the Stormrage, I'll tell Lake for you, and ask him what he thinks." Caesar looked shocked, "and it will make me start to look at myself again. Is there a deviation in your education, so I have to try to save your completely deranged values."

McGall: "..."

Averting his eyes from McGarl's face, he refocused his attention on the nautical chart in front of him. His slender fingertips slid along the track that had been inked before. At that moment, his hand stopped, he frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.

Until something cautiously poked his waist.

"...I began to regret calling you here. Before that, I thought you had already stepped on my window sill and were about to fly off my boat into the sea to end your childish life." The man didn't even look up. , said sarcastically, "If you want to roll around like a baby, that guy will accept it. I owe you my life. You can torment him hard..."

"Big dog, are you comforting me?"

"..."

"Big dog?"

"..."

"captain?"

"..."

"Wang Wang?"

"Shut up." The man sighed, threw away the quill in his hand, squeezed his eyebrows and finally showed a tired expression, "Either you get out and make trouble with Rick, or just sit there obediently On the sofa, motionless, quiet, as well-behaved as a corpse."

Later, McGarr chose option C between A and B. He was motionless, quiet, and well-behaved like a corpse, standing in a military posture by Caesar's desk.

Caesar sneered, and continued to bury his head on his own nautical chart after issuing a warning that he would be thrown out if he dared to make any noise that would interfere with his master's work.McGarl was bored and stretched his head to look. He found that there were some differences between the nautical chart and the ordinary nautical chart marked with latitude and longitude. Apart from the normal direction of the four seasons ocean currents, in this chapter the special On the nautical chart, almost every piece of sea area is standardized by special coordinates——

And he always felt that he had seen those special patterns somewhere.

Where have you seen it?Just when the walrus stretched his neck and stared at the nautical chart in deep thought, he didn't notice at all that beside him, the big hand of the captain stretched out - so at the place where the ink bottle should have been placed, the captain grabbed it casually, Caught the belt that the walrus hadn't had time to take off and return it to its original owner.

McGall: "..."

Caesar: "..."

Under the embarrassment of the other party, the captain pulled his collection musket out of the walrus man's belt with a wooden face, and threw it back into the drawer of the desk.

He crossed his arms and sat back in the soft armchair. When the black-haired young man beside him cast his inexplicable eyes on him, a deep, unknown feeling came out of him. Maliciousness swept over the captain.Gently rubbing the corner of his lips with his fingertips, until it became a little hot, the man said slowly: "In addition to your crime of disobedience and running around, I suddenly discovered that we have another crime. The problem is not solved."

"That's...emergency." Staring at the dog's face full of malicious intentions, McGarl said with a little vigilance, "You didn't leave any clothes for me, and your clothes are all around you."

"Oh, are you accusing me of negligence?"

"...No," McGarl forcefully forced a smile, "how can it be."

"What do you think theft is punishable on board the Stormrage?"

"It's not like throwing me into the sea to feed the fish."

"It's very possible," the captain said innocently, looking at Comrade Walrus from bottom to top, "you stole from the captain."

Theft?

Yes, no one wronged him, and by the furry rules of the Stormrage, his actions did amount to theft.

McGarr stood by the table, and he found his breathing was failing again. How could he think he was safe?What is he about to face?Whip?Side release (dragging the keel) or simply exile?His heart began beating uncontrollably, making it difficult for him to swallow his saliva.

"What can you give?" The cross lowered his jaw, and the captain's face was teasing, like an elegant demon looking at his powerless prey, "One eye? No, I still need your eyes to guide; or one eye Ears? Nope, you're bad enough to have two ears; or one leg and one arm?... Well, I don't think I'd be happy to have a man with a broken limb working in my office all day , dangling under my nose..."

McGall: "..."

Caesar: "I have graciously left you a complete corpse, now it's your turn to answer me, what will you do, little slave?"

Comrade McGall was silent.

Comrade McGaller felt something was wrong.

Comrade McGaller couldn't figure out what was wrong, in short ... it was wrong.

Behind the desk, the Lord Captain never took his eyes off the walrus man's face, as if some evil taste did not allow him to misjudge even the slightest bit of interest.There was a suffocating silence in the captain's lounge. Standing there, McGarl felt that he had suddenly turned into a corpse.

This time it was the captain who broke the rule of silence, and he suggested with a smile that they could have a deal.

When the word "deal" came into his ears, McGarr's thoughts exploded from silence!Countless series of "The Captain's Contract Lover", "Evil Captain's Pretty Crew", "Captain Iceberg's Contracted Walrus Crew" and "Captain Seductive, I'm Not Selling" flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern...

Hahahahaha, McGarl laughed at himself silently in his heart, how could it be possible, how could such a good thing happen——

"Come here, take off my pants."

kindness?

The captain frowned and said impatiently: "Hurry up, don't make me repeat it a second time."

McGarl walked over with a blank face.

His wrist was pinched by a big hot hand, and he pulled it down forcefully. The walrus officer staggered and sat on the soft carpet in the captain's room, with one hand supporting the carpet. dog eyes—

"I haven't done it for a long time, it may be a long time, thank you for your hard work, let's start."