captain migraine

The storm lashed the port on the island of Djerba for three days.

On the third night, the wind and rain finally stopped—at this midsummer moment, the air that had been washed by wind and rain suddenly dropped in temperature. When the window was opened, fresh rainwater dripped from the plants outside the wooden house, mixed with the smell of the salty ocean The wind is blowing from all sides, taking a breath, it is full of the smell of soil.

McGarr closed the window, took off his shoes, and shamelessly lay down next to the man who occupied the entire bed—when the bed creaked unbearably, the big dog curled his lips and turned his back outward as usual , gave up half of the territory.

Following the big dog facing the same direction, McGarr supported his head with one hand, fixed his eyes on the man's back, observing every perfect line of his back - the other party was obviously used to accepting this kind of rape, when Mai When Gal was watching with relish, the other party's breathing became long and even.

Is this asleep?

...Your uncle, I haven't slept yet, why are you sleeping?Clearing his throat, McGarr stretched out a finger, poked the strong back in front of him, cleared his throat, and put on the tone of "I don't know anything about innocence": "The rain has stopped."

The back that seemed to be as firm as the door panel didn't move at all - only the sudden sound of breathing made the young man curl his lips in the darkness.He kept poking his finger on the opponent's back, and waited patiently for about 30 seconds——

"En." A deep male voice sounded, "Take your fingers away."

Big Dog closed his eyes, feeling that he had almost exhausted all the patience left in his life in the past few days.He felt that the fingertips that had been deeply embedded in his back were slightly separated, and before he could relax, the fingertips slid slightly along a certain regular curve behind his back, "Tsk, perverted fisherman."

In the dark, the man cursed under his breath in German.

Someone who couldn't understand a word at all was blissfully oblivious to it. With the dim light in the room, his whole attention was placed behind the big dog: "Do you have tattoos on your back?"

Unexpectedly, the other party was observing this. The big dog's back stiffened, and then he relaxed. He snorted, barely answering.

However, McGarl became interested: "...Is it a treasure map?"

—But which island is called "Margarita"?

The fingertips suddenly touched the air, and with the sound of thumping the bed board, the big dog turned around—without any warning, McGarr's finger that kept the original shape excitedly (...) poked the big dog Perfect chest muscles.

McGarl: "... low oil."

Big dog:"……"

He slapped away the hairy hand that was stuck on his chest, even though the man's eyes were wrapped with more than ten circles of bandages, he still pinched the jaw of the savior in front of him with great precision. Gal reflexively grabbed the opponent's wrist, and when he touched the tight skin of the opponent's wrist, he found that the guy seemed to be considering the possibility of removing his jaw——

"Have you heard too many stories from those idiots?"

"Huh?" With his chin pinched, McGarr found it difficult to make a normal sound. He really wanted to remind the big dog that if he didn't let go of his chin, his saliva would drip down.

"That's not a treasure map." Letting McGarl's chin go, the big dog said flatly, "It's a woman's name."

McGarl was silent for a moment.

"...you have a woman's name tattooed on your body?"

"Yes."

"A woman named 'Margarita'?"

"Yes."

"..."

McGarr felt struck by lightning.

It's like you picked up a pure-blooded German black back that you thought had no owner. One day when you hugged it to sleep, you unfortunately found a dog tag with the owner's contact information engraved under its furry neck.

He doesn't ask Big Dog to be a man who likes men at all, but he at least wants Big Dog to be a normal man who won't tattoo a woman's name on his body-unless this bitch named "Margarita" has already received a lunch box Otherwise, how deep and great is the fucking love to come up with such a stupid and stupid behavior like "carve your name on your body and put it in your heart"? !

As if he didn't feel that there was a pair of bull's eyes staring at him in the darkness, the man changed into a slightly more comfortable position, and dragged the pillow under his head.He was behind the light, but McGarl could easily see the corners of his slightly raised lips——

So McGarl became even more angry-look at your second uncle, this young man is full of enthusiasm, I have been serving you like Lafayette for a few days, and I have never seen you smile like a virgin!

He got up from the bed in silence, God is too open tonight, now the uncle needs to drink two sips of rum to calm down.

"Pirates make their home everywhere, and at sea, everything is an enemy except their own fleet. For us, there is never a 'tomorrow', only a 'today'."

McGarl raised his head and took a sip of wine into the wine bottle, put down the bottle and thought for a while, then took out a glass, poured half his life's wine and stuffed it under the big dog's nose.

"Then what?" He asked without sincerity. God knows that he only understood four words in the last sentence, namely "pirate", "enemy", "tomorrow" and "today".

"Many pirates choose tattoos that symbolize the daily life that will allow them to return to their hometown. Tattoos on the body include the name of the lover, next to the crucifixion of Jesus - it is said that people with such marks can avoid being killed. Any disaster—women and children are not allowed to stay on board, but it is said that women have a natural gift to speed up the ship and bring it back to its native coast safely."

……lover.

Boom!

The sound of a wine glass being heavily placed on the wooden table.

Ah.In the darkness, where McGarr couldn't see, the man showed a lazy and vicious smile.

Through the gap in the bandage, when he realized that the room was lit up with orange light again, the smile that originally existed on his face disappeared almost immediately, as if these emotions never existed.When Mai Jia walked to the bed with the lit kerosene lamp, under the dim light of the oil lamp, only the man's cold and rigid face like a perfect sculpture could be seen.

McGahl paused, walked around behind the big dog, lifted the kerosene lamp, and leaned in front of his back.

"What did you see?" The broad back remained motionless, and the man seemed ready to let him look at the secret very generously.

"cross."

The big dog nodded, and said very patiently: "Besides this kind of totem, there is another common one - if you can see Lake, you will find a portrait of a woman tattooed on his back, this The portrait was stabbed between a sailboat and the lighthouse, the sailboat was three poles, because '3' is a lucky number—”

"Who is Rick?"

"I... our first mate."

"Old Fante said he was a mad dog." Or a loyal dog is a mad dog, McGarr added silently in his heart.

"This metaphor is quite vivid." With his back to McGall, the big dog laughed briefly, "I will tell him if I have a chance."

Putting down the kerosene lamp, McGarr pouted: "Why don't you use a portrait of a woman, it sounds pretty powerful."

Big Dog: "Oh, that's too complicated, the tattoo will hurt."

McGall: "..."

Then don't stab it with shit, you bastard!

After extinguishing the oil lamp, the room returned to darkness, and McGarr turned on the bed.

"Have you seen enough?"

"Enough is enough."

"Don't watch?"

"Don't look at it."

"For the sake of saving me, if you want to be a pirate, I will stab you with my own hands."

"Thanks, no need."

"I'm pretty good at it."

"Pull it down." With his eyes closed, McGarr snorted through his nose, "I'm afraid of pain."

"..."

The house finally returned to tranquility, except for the occasional ticking sound of raindrops falling from the leaves outside the window.

McGarr rolled over, and he thought he was about to fall asleep—but his head seemed to be a little excited again—because the inadvertent turn brought his left hand tightly next to the big dog's right hand, and the light touch A piece of skin was hot and scalding—so hot that his brain was about to boil.

In a daze, McGarl suddenly thought of a very tricky question: If the owner of the name on the back is also in the sea when the tattoo is tattooed, doesn't that mean that he will float around in the sea for a lifetime?

...fuck me! =__=