captain migraine

In McGaller's view, when he was alive in his last life, he learned from the news that those tomb robbers usually pay attention to the four methods of "look, smell, ask, and cut" before they rob a tomb-find an old man and an old lady, and have a meal under the sun. , a pipe of cigarettes was respectfully handed over, what Fox Temple, Huangpizi Grave, and Princess Grandma’s Tomb are all wrapped in local legends.

Obviously, even if it crossed several oceans more than 1000 years earlier, this method is still useful.

Ask is a verb.

The best way to know where Menorca hides the clues that can lead the fleet to the legendary Mermaid Harbor is to ask with your mouth—this kind of question is different from ordinary people who just drag people on the road. , at least in Caesar’s view, the legends about mermaids in the Mediterranean have been strange but never lacking since ancient times. card, there must be some differences.

Therefore, "asking" is a technical job.

On almost the entire Fury fleet, people who seemed to be expected in terms of IQ, no matter how tall, short, fat or thin, were picked out one by one by him, and each person was given ten gold coin activity funds——

"No matter what method you use, from prostitutes, hooligans, bar owners, bards, or even thieves, I want all the legends and stories on the island of Menorca from ancient times to the present." Sitting in a high position in the conference room, the captain With a gloomy and handsome face expressionless, he ordered with a frighteningly low air pressure, "Who dares to forget his head in his own crotch for a moment of greed, or leak the wind to others through his mouth, and spread it to my ears, Just be aware of eating whips."

After finishing speaking, there was only a loud bang, and a jingling purse full of gold coins was thrown in the middle of the table by the man. He knocked on the table: "These gold will be used as your start-up capital. Whoever asks the news I want will reward an additional [-] gold coins. If you ask the result before the sun sets tomorrow, I will reward you with an additional [-] gold coins—— Now, let's adjourn."

After the small bosses of the ships divided up the bag of gold coins that needed to be distributed to their subordinates, they dispersed in a crowd. When everyone walked out of the meeting room of the Stormrage, their eyes glowed green like hungry wolves——

Six hundred gold coins!

Six hundred!

According to the rules of the Stormrage, it is usually only for losing a left leg to get [-] gold coins as compensation--now, all you need to do is move your lips, and you can take home [-] gold coins without injury or pain!

As for the [-] gold coins with a time limit - if you are lucky enough to get it, it will be a full [-] gold coins!What is the concept of nine hundred gold coins?Only the sailors who lost their right hand in the sea battle have the opportunity to get this huge amount - but the price is too high. For most right-handed people, losing their right hand is almost equivalent to losing all combat ability and existence value.

Therefore, those who got these gold coins usually choose to leave the fleet immediately if they have a place to go, and those who have nowhere to go may choose to stay on the ship in the end. Most of them died in the subsequent naval battle, the worst He didn't even have time to wait until the fleet docked to spend his resettlement fee, because of his inconvenient right hand, he became a lamb who was powerless to resist the enemy's sword in the next naval battle.

For these ordinary pirates who have how much money to spend and have no tomorrow after today, a few hundred gold coins is really a number that they can't even think about in their entire lives.

Almost all the crew members who were selected to participate in the search for clues were overjoyed as if Christmas had come early, while those pirates who were obviously not that smart or looked too vicious could only watch with envy and hatred. Watching their companions receive ten gold coins in vain, they happily disembarked behind the high-spirited captain's big ass.

By the way, the night fee that Caesar once spent on the "strip dancer Megal", that is, the fifty gold coins in the Babatra Tavern on Djerba Island, is a cliffhanger for the same industry. I spoke.

Under normal circumstances, it only costs ten gold coins to hang out with prostitute sisters, and twenty gold coins for higher-end ones.If you are willing to add five more gold coins on this basis, you will be the emperor of the bar that day, and the group of gorgeous girls will line up to walk past you, and you just need to sit on the sofa and be comfortable Drink a glass of cold beer contentedly, and move your fingers to choose the most beautiful one among them-because for ordinary civilians, the most common currency they have contact with and the currency that is commonly circulated is silver coins, not pure gold.

Oh, why are we talking about these seaside entertainment industries so much today?You know, there is a very popular joke in the Mediterranean: the most knowledgeable is not the nobleman or the scholar, but the prostitute in the tavern.

Contacting all kinds of people every day, drinking and chatting with them to brag, the amount of information in their hands is so large that ordinary people can't imagine——

This is why Caesar took his newly adopted son into the best tavern in all of Menorca as soon as he got off the boat.

Well, of course he didn't really want to bring McGarl to have sex - what a joke, of course not.

In this regard, the captain only had two very cold and noble words in his heart: why, why?

The black sea wolf never pays for the crew’s off-board entertainment—supporting the on-board band that does nothing but eat and let the crew entertain during the tedious sailing work is considered the captain’s monthly The most intolerable item on the spending bill.

As for the fact that when he finished having fun, he promised the so-called "big breasts" and "big butt"...

"It's time to tell you about the grown-up world, child—"

At this very moment, in the best bar in Menorca, sitting on a thick sofa that is so soft that the whole person seems to sink into it, with feathers fanning behind him, the best fruits are carefully peeled and sent to His mouth was being served like a real king. The captain lit a new, high-quality tobacco and put it in his mouth. He smiled at the black-haired young man beside him who was looking at him speechlessly, "Men's words are usually mixed with more or less lies, especially when they say it in bed. Usually, it's too much to just believe the punctuation in it."

With a blank expression on his face, McGarr pushed away a sister whose breasts were almost covered with his face.

"But you are saving money in this regard." Biting his cigarette butt, the man raised his hand in a vague voice and nodded a little appreciatively to his little slave, "These chicks are swarming at you without money."

Sister A in a special industry: "I hate the captain, they didn't rush to him!"

"Huh?" Caesar narrowed his eyes, breathed out a puff of smoke slowly, and leaned slightly closer to the prostitute with too much make-up, "Isn't you the one who asked me if I could lend him a night for ten gold coins?"

"What's the result?" The woman giggled and trembled.

Under McGall's speechless gaze, the captain paused, and from the safe distance he had opened with her, he said flatly, "No borrowing."

After a long battle, this woman didn't feel embarrassed at the inhuman behavior of the number one in the Mediterranean. Instead, she smiled more cheerfully. She moved her thighs like a loach that couldn't be caught. He nimbly slid from the captain's side to McGall's side, and when the other party was caught off guard, he hugged the other party's neck and sat on his thigh.

McGarl: "Pfft!"

Sister A of the special industry pouted: "Oh, it's so innocent, put your arms around my waist, I'm going to fall!"

Comrade McGarl blushed and was about to push her away, when he heard the captain suddenly coming from beside him. The voice was in German, almost in a commanding tone, the man raised his thin lips and showed an annoying smile: "Hold on, you can't push my source of information to the ground and deduct your salary .”

... Fuck your grandma's bear paw, you didn't think you were too polite just now, okay, Captain! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Stiffly wrapping his hands around the waist of this woman with big breasts and big ass, Comrade Walrus has an unnatural expression on his face, his brain is running fast and he is frantically looking for a spot to pee to get out!

But the sister in the special industry is very good. Surprisingly, she can understand a little bit of German. After hearing what the captain said, she turned her head, her bright red lips pursed habitually, like a feline The same eyes widened: "What information?"

Caesar glanced at her in surprise, but said nothing.

"Ah," the woman smiled, "Are you here to inquire about information? - Well, you have found the right person. On this island of Menorca, there is no one who has more information than Zhi Zhi -"

McGarl: "Your name is Zhizhi?"

"The pronunciation is more tongue-in-cheek."

Sitting on Megal's lap, Zhizhi arched her snake-like waist, stretched out her bright red fingertips, and poked Megal's lips with such force that she almost inserted her nails into it. In the mouth of the walrus officer——immediately regretting why he asked so much, Comrade walrus officer closed his mouth.

Zhizhi: "Come and call—or I'll kiss you!"

Under the gaze of the captain watching the joke, McGarr showed embarrassment: "Ziz?"

Zhizhi: "It's not curly enough!"

McGarl: "Paper?"

Zhizhi: "Don't raise the ending!"

McGarl: "...Zhizhi."

bar.

There is a big red lip mark on the face.

...Why do you still have to be kissed if you are right?The black young man wiped his face silently, and since then he has turned black on the word "branch" of "twig".

He lowered his head, not seeing that the captain sitting beside him put away his joking expression, and frowned slightly displeased.On the other hand, Zhizhi clapped her hands as if she hadn't seen anything, like a kindergarten aunt who made a 180-degree attitude change without warning: "Let's get down to business—"

McGarr: ...how can we still "get down to business"?

Caesar: "I hope you don't disappoint me, Zhizhi."

Zhi Zhi: "Oh, compared to this little brother, when the captain calls my name, it's more like a man calling a woman—the whole person is excited!"

McGarl: ...What about me? What about me?Is it like a fucking animal calling a woman when I call your name?

The man who was praised laughed noncommittally: "I want the most special local legend in Menorca."

"Huh?" Such a request seemed to make the woman a little stunned. For a moment, her beautiful face put away an indecent smile, which seemed to be her habitual action. She put her long nails into her mouth and bit them. There was a long thoughtful hum from her fingernails, and then she suddenly let go of her teeth, revealing a bright smile again.

McGarr's scalp went numb, thinking it was a sign of "something is going wrong".

Sure enough, the woman turned her finger in one direction and pointed to her nose: "The most special local legend in Menorca is already sitting in front of you, and the legend you are looking for is me."

McGall: "..."

Caesar: "..."

Standing up quickly and forcefully inserting himself between the two, Comrade McGarr patted the sister of the special industry on the head: "Be good, don't make trouble."

Then he turned around and patted the thigh of the captain who was sullen and bloody, "It's kind of entertaining... Legend has it that beating a woman will bring bad luck for three years."