captain migraine

McGarl was exiled, and Caesar organized a meeting of all the officials before dinner. The whole meeting was as usual as any other meeting. Caesar still looked the same Caesar, he remained calm and made no mistakes during the whole process. Or in a trance—the officials of the Stormrage looked at each other silently, but they didn't know why, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The content of the meeting was completely kept secret. When Lake came out of the meeting room, his face was a bit ugly. To the curious people outside, the first officer just told them that they needed to find a new walrus member to replace McGarr. .

……

morning.

When the night passed, the sky turned pale, and the sun rose from the sea level again and sprinkled warm light evenly on the deck of the Stormrage, the crew members who came out of the cabin yawning in twos and threes found that they hadn't seen them The handsome and familiar figure of the captain—the captain who has been on deck for morning exercises every morning regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter for more than ten years, actually missed breakfast this time.

Rare.

The difficult task of finding the captain fell to Stormrage's first mate.

Reck searched every corner of the Stormrage in disbelief, and even jumped back to his own ship to search around, but he couldn't find Caesar anywhere. Standing on the side of the ship, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally turned his sight It was fixed on the third deck of the Stormrage—there was only one cabin there. At this moment, the door of the cabin was slightly opened, and the sunlight poured in through the crack of the door, faintly driving away the people at the door. Small patches of darkness.

Rick paused, and finally thought of where Caesar should be.

When the unlocked captain's lounge was gently pushed open, the heavy curtains inside were drawn tightly, and the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall next to the door had already been burned out. It was obvious that its owner did not sleep like before. Go and put it out—the entire captain's lounge was in darkness, and it was so quiet that no other sound could be heard.

Lake just paused for a moment, and walked into the cabin without hesitation. When his boots stepped on the soft carpet, he finally heard a little other sound—it was from Caesar's huge There was a steady and even breathing sound from the bed, the red-haired first officer twisted his stiff neck, and looked in the direction of the sound source, only to see the captain of the Stormrage on the large and soft bed to the left. Sleeping peacefully, a thin blanket was casually covering his firm belly, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

Lake guessed that under the shadows must be the dark circles under the eyes that women's rouge and powder can't cover up.

On the right side of that big bed was empty space, just enough space for one person to lie on.

Caesar's hand stretched out from the blanket, he turned half sideways, stretched his slender fingertips gently, and gently placed the cookie on the blank space in a relaxed posture—it was early autumn, morning It might even be a bit cold in the cabin. After thinking about it, Lake could almost guess that there must be a icy cold under the blank space touched by the man's fingertips at this moment.

"Caesar."

He lowered his voice and called out in a voice that would not disturb the man as much as possible.

In fact, he didn't want to wake Caesar up.

Unexpectedly, however, Caesar was a light sleeper.The person whose name was called reacted almost immediately. After shaking his eyelids, he slowly opened them—those amber pupils that were still full of sleepiness were filled with lingering fatigue.Without getting up as usual, and without saying anything else, the man turned over and sat up from the boat, he yawned, and when he opened his eyes again, all the emotions in his eyes seemed to be suppressed by the darkness in the room at that moment just now. Swallowed by everything, he stared blankly at Lake standing at the bow: "It's you."

Who else can I be.

"It's dawn," Lake personally got a clean wet handkerchief for Caesar, and handed it to the man sitting by the bed. After watching the man take the towel and wiped his face, he thought about it and asked, "You Did you sleep late last night?"

Lake once imagined that Caesar would say "business as usual", but the other party was obviously much more honest than he imagined. Putting down the handkerchief to wipe his face, the man's eyes moved and fixed on the wall behind the door. On a small spot, after thinking for a long time, he replied: "No, suddenly there is no one around, I'm not used to it."

Lake was a little helpless, and he didn't want to go around with him anymore. He rubbed his forehead, and the first officer said with a headache: "You have had no one by your bed in the past few decades, so you've always slept like this."

Caesar smiled.

"What do you know, big trash."

Throwing the handkerchief in his hand on Lake, the man stood up, opened the heavy curtains, and the sun poured in, finally restoring a bit of vitality to the captain's lounge.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, and Reick couldn't see the expression on his face at this moment, but felt that Caesar's voice sounded without any emotional ups and downs, as if he was talking about something completely irrelevant to him— —

"When I don't have it, I can get used to the life of 'no'," Caesar's faint voice sounded, "It's like the quill pen holder on my desk. When it doesn't appear, I will open the drawer honestly, from I took out the quills I had organized in it to use—but since I got this pen holder at the market, I have used it to my right hand, and put all my quills on it. Later, I I have formed a habit, when I want to use my quill, I will reach out in that direction without looking up..."

"..."

"If one day, when I used to reach for my quill and it was empty, I can't remember how I obediently opened the drawer to get the quill before, I may only get angry, maybe Lost, those who organize the internal affairs may also suffer because of this..."

When Caesar said this, Reike looked back at Captain Caesar's neat right half without a trace of sleep marks.

It seems that I understand a little bit, but after thinking about it, I feel that I don’t fully understand it.

……

lunch.

"It is estimated that we will arrive at the meeting place agreed with Leosa before dawn the next day. If the wind direction does not change in a short period of time, maybe we can—Captain?" The navigator reluctantly stopped his report and had no choice but to Three reminders to the man sitting behind the desk with his chin resting on one hand and his eyes wandering, his mind wandered again.

Caesar looked back: "I see, is it lunch time?"

The navigator sighed helplessly: "...it should be."

Caesar left the captain's lounge without hesitation—the only remaining pilot who reported half of it was mercilessly thrown down at the moment was bloodied pilot, looking at the back of his boss who left silently, the poor pilot didn't know why Thinking of my own daughter-in-law, when I went to sea for the first time, I thought that I would not see her for a year or so, and I seemed to have such a virtue at that time, but——

"Everyone is gone, isn't it too late to think about lovesickness now?" Following behind the boss's ass, the navigator muttered in a volume that no one could hear.

Lunch was still very rich, and to everyone's horror, there was honey pudding on the table.

When Caesar poked his fork into his portion of pudding, Lake thought that the cook who was in charge of lunch today might be in trouble.

Three minutes later, Caesar deducted the unlucky man's salary for a month because the black pepper sauce was too thick.

Regarding the captain's habitual and capricious behavior, the entire dining table remained silent, and no one was ashamed to remind their boss that the black pepper sauce was bought in a fixed restaurant under the ship and was ready-made. Today's taste is exactly the same as yesterday's, even if it is next month's black pepper juice, it will still be exactly the same as today and yesterday.

Caesar propped his chin with one hand just like he heard the report before, and the restaurant was well lit. When he tilted his head slightly, Reike could easily see the faint blue circle under the man's eyelids, as well as the serious and inconspicuous bloodshot.

As soon as Caesar's eyes moved, he suddenly met the eyes of the red-haired first officer.

The two stared at each other in silence for three seconds.

"It's disgusting to stare at what I'm doing." Caesar was calm and mean.

"..."

Although he was so careful that he not only lay down in advance, but even dug a hole to bury himself in, but unfortunately he couldn't escape today, and the first officer announced that he had been shot honorably.

Caesar glanced at Reick with extreme contempt, and when he saw the pain on his face, he suddenly had a little desire to confide in him, and wanted to find someone to grab him and have a good chat.

But in almost three seconds, when his eyes swept over Lake's face again, the captain dispelled his thoughts very disappointedly—the red-haired first officer who made the captain's series of inexplicable changes inexplicably Touching his face, for some reason, he suddenly felt as if he had been shot again.

But Caesar had a new understanding.

For example, there are some words that cannot be uttered when they reach the mouth.

For example, some words, if not said at the time of the incident, may never have a chance to be said.

……

night.

Caesar extinguished the oil lamp, and the room finally fell into endless darkness again.

The cool sea breeze blows in from the window, and there is only a slight brushing sound when the curtains are blown—other than that, there is nothing else.The man paused, and suddenly felt that when he stepped on this familiar soft carpet with bare feet, the skin where the soles of his feet touched the fluff of the carpet became unusually present.

Because there is nothing else in the room that can attract his attention anymore.

The singing and dancing of the sailors who were still drinking on the deck could be faintly heard outside the window. However, the more this happened, the more it reflected the quietness in the captain's lounge.The man numbly walked to the bed, lay down on the bed, and then found that he was still lying on the left side of the bed——after being stunned, he had to admit that it might be difficult for him to change this habit.

Caesar secretly complained why his former self made such a big bed here, and slowly closed his eyes.

Then, the day passed like this.