captain migraine

The next morning, the sky actually cleared.God turned his face and denied people instantly in one night, as if it was not the reason for the thunder and rain three days ago, and overnight, the entire Djerba Island, which was baked by the sun, was so hot that it took off.

McGarr was awakened by the heat.After wiping off his sweat, he turned over and got up from the bed, fetching water, washing his face, and brushing his teeth expressionlessly—until he sat at the dining table, facing the hard black bread and a lonely When he picked up the plate, he finally realized that there was one person missing in the room.

The big dog is gone.

The kerosene lamp that McGarr casually placed next to the bed last night still maintained its original posture, except that there was a circle of obviously used bandages next to it—you can imagine what this poor bandage has gone through, McGarl almost It is easy to imagine the tragic fate of it being taken off by the owner and thrown there.

Tragic enough.

Like someone who wrapped his hands around a man's eye.

Almost nothing in the house has changed.The young man put on a stiff face and removed the plate from the table. Unsurprisingly, he found a piece of parchment under the plate with a sentence scrawled in rough fonts. I don’t know where he got that parchment. Yes, it is covered with greasy marks, and some Arabic numerals are recorded on the back——

Probably it was picked up by the big dog from the account book of some unlucky tavern without knowing when.

McGarr picked up the dirty parchment, walked to the edge of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, opened the window, let the sun shine through the window——

Holding the parchment high, the young man narrowed his dark pupils slightly, and carefully studied the parchment through the light.

Then he put it down silently.

Because he couldn't read a single word (...).

After eating two mouthfuls of bread with cold water, McGarl took the parchment and knocked on the door of Old Fant's house - the dutiful son Lake seemed to have gone out, and the damn Barberus brothers actually asked them to learn some fighting skills temporarily, The old man was sitting at the table eating his soft breakfast bread when McGarr came to the Venters' house.

Glancing at McGarr, who had a gloomy face and "I've been abandoned" written all over his face since he entered the room, the old man grabbed the parchment in his hand that was about to be crushed and quickly glanced at it——

McGarl dragged a chair and sat down next to the old man. They stared at each other face to face for a while. Finally, the former couldn't bear the loneliness and sat stiffly on the spot. He clenched his fist with his hand under the table and gritted his teeth and asked: " What did you say?"

"I remember your face."

"...It's wrong to add insult to injury, Venter," McGarr said, "although I probably do have a stinky face right now."

"Your Arabic has improved by leaps and bounds, when did that happen?"

"This morning." McGarr said blankly, "Maybe it was too much stimulation that made me suddenly enlightened."

"Oh." The old man stuffed the parchment back under the young man's nose, "Look at it again, can you understand?"

"……can't read."

"Take that sentence back, your Arabic is still terrible." Old God Fant said.

"...Tell me what is written on it!" McGarr wiped his face, expressing that he was really not in the mood to play with Fant.

"It's just 'I remember your face'."

"..."

"Who did you offend? Or did you watch something you shouldn't?" Fant was confused. "Otherwise, why were you threatened to seek revenge?"

"Ah, oh."

Seeing McGarl's empty expression, Old Fant sneered, saying that he had enough.Stuffing the parchment back into his hand: "That pirate escaped?"

"En." McGarr came back to his senses and nodded, "Run away."

"Oh," the old man dragged out meanly, "Did I say thank you to you?"

"No, just 'he remembers my face'."

Fant: "..."

McGarl: "Fante."

Fant: "Why?"

McGall: "...quickly comfort me."

Fante: "I just said that you are dreaming of keeping him in captivity."

McGarl stood up abruptly: "Let's go."

Fante: "Where are you going?"

McGarr: "Find Lake and let him comfort me."

Fant: "My son's crush is that big-breasted girl who can dance in the tavern next door."

McGarr: "I have a crush on a pirate."

Fante: "My son is a pirate, freshly baked the day before yesterday."

McGarl snorted disdainfully: "The big dog is much more handsome than Lake."

Fante: "Big dog? Who is that? Did you give that pirate a name? What kind of shit name is that? If it were me, I would run away too. Now I can completely understand that hapless ghost."

The answer to Fante was a loud and angry door closing.

……

McGarl found Lake who was in contact with the sword swinging in the open space near the guild—let me introduce Lake again, he is tall and not handsome, the filial son of old Fante, the former head of the dock, and now a freshly baked pirate ...

Straight, straighter than Dinghaishenzhen.

When McGarr found Lake, he was wielding a saber and a bearded pirate with an unfamiliar face flushed from practice, cold weapons gleaming in the sun, metal gauntlets and extremely sharp blades Undoubtedly, it does not mean that this is a good quality European saber - such a good thing is safe for a newcomer to use, or the Barberus brothers' previous victory against Caesar's fleet made them grab it It was a waste of money, or the brothers had been forced to jump over the wall by the upcoming revenge battle.

Leaning lazily on the wooden guardrail next to the open space with a weed in his mouth, looking at the men sweating profusely on the field, McGarl didn't seem to understand the charm of pirates.

Putting his hands in his pockets, McGarl turned and walked into a nearby tavern, when he put the last three silver coins in his pocket into the proprietress's palm, the bell at the tavern door jingled - and the whole door was jammed Alright, Lake came in from the outside, the bear-like man looked around, as if he was looking for something——

"Here," McGarl dragged his voice, "here, here."

He picked up the cold wheat beer in his hand, and handed the whole glass to Lake without hesitation.The latter smiled even brighter, patted the black-haired young man's not-so-sturdy body vigorously with his big fan-like hand, took the cup of the best drink for relieving heat, and drank it clean.

Resting his chin with one hand, McGarl asked lazily, "Did you finish drinking?"

"What are you here for?" Lake wiped the liquid around his mouth, and yelled at the proprietress of the bar for a sweat-wiping towel.

"Come and see the life of a pirate." McGarr said jokingly.

Lake seemed to be surprised by this statement. He put down his half-empty beer glass, turned around, and stared at McGarr with eyes that were almost exactly the same as those of Old Fant. Finally, he showed a bit embarrassed expression and touched Touching his nose: "Barberus's ship is no longer recruiting people, besides, you can't be a pirate with your body."

McGarr nearly spat the gulp of beer back into the glass.

"I'm serious." Lake said, "You just stay at the dock and work hard. I'll let Dels take good care of you. In three years, you will be the top leader."

McGarr put down his glass, fixed his eyes on a mottled spot in the corner of the wine rack, and sneered: "By the way, help you take care of your dad?"

Lake was unexpectedly silent.

"What are you thinking, Lake?" McGarr frowned. "Being a pirate, I'm afraid you won't dock once a year. Fante is getting old, what will he do without you?"

"Your Arabic has improved."

"...Thank you, I got enlightened this morning." The black-haired young man said expressionlessly.

"McGarr, you'll take good care of my father, won't you?"

The person whose name was called chuckled. He moved his neck, as if he had heard an extremely funny joke, and glanced at the bear-like young man who was looking at him seriously from the corner of his eye—the sweat on his face hadn’t yet It receded completely, and some of it flowed down his forehead, making his face that was not white even darker.

"I do not know."

As soon as the words fell, the collar was pulled up by a brutal force——

The beer glasses on the table were swept down to the ground with a loud shattering sound, and the bustling bar suddenly fell silent——

But after realizing what had happened, the small bar soon became bustling again.Because almost everyone is used to this sort of thing—where is Djerba?It is a place where pirates are rampant and hooligans are flooded. Here, fighting immediately after a disagreement has become as common as eating.

"I can't stay here forever." Lake gritted his teeth, his eyes turned red, "I don't want to stay here forever!"

"I know," McGarl said calmly, looking down at his collar that was being grabbed, "Your father just told me cheerfully not long ago that it's hereditary—I heard that your family has a genetic 'Life is unwilling to be lonely. ' great genes."

His eyes dimmed, and Lake finally calmed down. He let go of McGarr, and his whole body sank back on the chair like a deflated balloon. He lowered his head, like a bear whose nose was stung by a bee after failing to steal honey. Just as frustrated: "One of the contracts of the Barberose brothers is to quit freedom, I want to get a few votes, and then let my father live a good life, you are right, he is old, I can't let him work on the docks anymore .”

"The premise is that you have to survive Caesar's revenge."

"I'll survive."

...Supporting actors who swear by this in TV dramas usually get lunch in the next episode, McGarl twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking a little bit unbearably.

"That's right, McGarl."

"doing what?"

"Where's the pirate in your house?"

"... ran away." McGarr gritted his back teeth, and finally remembered why he came here, "Ah, ah, comfort me, comfort me!"

"Hehe, I knew it would be like this."

McGarl: ...fuck you.

"But don't be sad. Tell me what he looks like. When Caesar's men come, if I meet him, I'll tie him up with a rope and throw him on your bed." Lake, the first straight man in the universe, vowed.

"...Then, thank you in advance?"

At this time, McGarr couldn't say anything except a pitiful "thank you"-although the way was a bit weird, he seemed to be really comforted by Lake.Putting down the empty beer glass, McGarl jumped off the high stool and patted his ass: "Go back."

Lake blinked his eyes that are unique to bears, and looked at McGarr's slightly raised buttocks and patting around, he suddenly sat up straight and became very serious—even though his back was facing him, McGarr I couldn't see his expression, but when he called out the other person's name, the person who was striding out stopped immediately.

In the messy bar, the young man with black hair and dark eyes tilted his head slightly, and the soft curve of his side face was different from anyone around him——

Before Old Fante picked up this man named McGaller from the sea, Lake never knew that there was another kind of person in this world who grew up like this.

Softer than men, harder than women.

Such a combination, but not contradictory at all, is probably a perfect body created by God himself.

"Megal, if I die, please take care of my father."

Lake said solemnly.

"Ah--"

He heard McGarr with his back turned to him, and lazily replied——

"Let's talk when you're dead."

The afternoon sun was extremely scorching, and the afternoon training was about to start again. Lake picked up the brand-new saber leaning against the bar, and suddenly felt more at ease than ever before.

At this time, McGarr, who had left the tavern, put his hands in his pockets and walked crookedly. He hummed an out-of-tune song and walked on the dirt road that was about to be scorched. ", he slowed down, and the wreckage of the Sanzhi ship in front of him told him that he had come to a familiar place before he knew it.

He once picked up a stray dog ​​covered in injuries here.

Then?

Then the stray dog ​​recovered from his injury, abandoned him without hesitation, and flew towards the blue sea... soaring high?

Well, that's it.

……

"Don't bother asking about my name anymore, my name is Red Scarf..."

……

Later, the days were like tasteless boiled water, and four days passed quietly.

The port was quiet, and Caesar's fleet did not come.

The first day the big dog left, I missed him.

The second day after the big dog left, he missed him.

On the third day after the big dog left, he wanted to fuck him, he wanted to fuck him, he wanted to fuck him.

On the fourth day after the big dog left, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him.