[One Piece] The White Wolf of the Red Foss

Traveling at sea is both interesting and boring. For Shanks, he has been on a pirate ship since he was a child, and he has spent much longer time at sea than on land.

So life at sea is the same as usual, sitting on the bow to blow the wind, fishing along the edge of the boat, and observing the surroundings from the observation deck. Things are the same every day, and things are different every day.

But for Auston, who was born and bred on land, it was too unusual. As a boatman, he had never been on a boat because of his resistance to the sea and boats.

Now as soon as he got on the boat, he started to vomit so much that he vomited as much as he ate, not to mention how pitiful he was.

A burly young man about 1.8 meters tall, forcibly sunken the flesh on both sides of his cheeks.

The most reliable Beckman took care of him for a few days before he got used to being able to walk out of the cabin leaning on the wall to see the sun.

At that time, Akales was preparing ingredients in the kitchen-God knows why he, a combatant, would do this kind of thing. He had no confidence in his cooking skills at all, but Shanks and the others took great pride in cleaning up everything every time.

He listened to the wailing of Auston's remaining life outside and Shanks and Lackey's shameless ridicule, which was also mixed with the squeaking sound of a little monkey trying to get involved.

It's noisy, but not loud.

The kitchen door was opened, and Beckman walked in with his sleeves rolled up, holding a thin cigarette, and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

The white wolf was sitting on a low stool, with long legs bent pitifully, its tail curled around its waist from back to front, its cheap gray apron was stained with dirt, and it held an unpeeled potato in its slender white hand. Hair tied loosely.

This is a very handsome man, Beckman has always been clear.

Reading some gossip... Yes, the newspaper delivery gull occasionally sells some gossip tabloids when they sell serious newspapers. The function of that thing is similar to that of a tavern.

He had read in a gossip tabloid that the reward order of Akales was very popular in the circle of noble ladies. It was the kind that after it was printed, it was cut off by the noble ladies before the pirate navy got it. bestsellers.

But now, this capable pirate hunter, the dream lover of many noble ladies, is peeling potatoes on their boat!

Beckman found it funny when he thought about it. He rolled up his sleeves, went to the sink to wash his hands, and then crushed the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

Yakales was not polite to him either, "The meat on the table needs to be cut into pieces, is it okay to stew potatoes?"

"As long as there is meat, you can stew anything." Beckman replied, "It's better to find a cook as soon as possible. We don't know how to cook many dishes."

A good cook is very important in a pirate group. Life at sea is not as chic and free as imagined, and it also has its own shortcomings. People who stay on it for a long time and cannot see the land will inevitably have psychological problems.

At this time, a delicious and nutritionally balanced meal has shown its value. It can not only adjust the mood, but also provide the crew with nutrition.

Based on the importance of cooks, some pirate groups also stipulate that cooks can have the same level of treasure distribution rights as combatants without fighting.

Akales nodded silently, and he didn't want to stay in the kitchen all the time.

Because he is not familiar with these things, the time-consuming is much slower than that of professional chefs. There are two guys with bottomless stomachs connected to the boat, and he has to think about the next meal after one meal.

He prefers to fight the navy, or fight pirates.

The kitchen door was opened again, and Shanks poked his head through the crack of the opened door, before he could see the kitchen scene clearly, he asked, "Yaka!! Did you see Beckman?"

"Ah... Beckman, why are you here?" Shanks said with a smile, "Auston is a little dizzy again, where is the medicine?"

"Go to the storage room and get him an orange. The peel of the orange is facing the nose. Squeeze it with your hands. Just smell the smell more." Beckman didn't even lift his head.

"Well...does this work?"

"Ah."

"Really? Why can orange peel cure seasickness?!"

"The pungent smell can make people sober. I didn't expect someone to get seasick, so I had to do it first."

"Hey, Nayaka, come with me!"

"Aren't you finished! If Akales goes to get the oranges, you peel the potatoes?"

"……goodbye!"

The kitchen door was closed, Shanks closed the door and left without hesitation.

The kitchen knife slashed into the cutting board, and Beckman squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "That idiot..."

When he was asked to work, he ran away and disappeared.

"..." Yakales turned the potato in a circle, and then continued to peel it. His silence gave Beckman a headache.

He wants Akales to control Shanks instead of being used to Shanks!

"Akales, our captain is an easy-going man."

Akales finally looked up at him, a little inexplicably, "So?"

"So don't get too used to him!"

"..."

There was a long silence, so long that Beckman reconsidered his words, there was no problem, even if he said it again, he would say the same.

Yakales finally spoke again. He was good-looking and even had a nice voice. There was a bit of doubt in his cold voice before.

"Are you talking about me?"

"Of course! There are only the two of us here..." Beckman knew what a headache was. He chopped meat very loudly, obviously venting his anger on it.

"I don't think..."

Akales never felt that he was pampered by Shanks. He had no experience of being pampered by others, so he naturally didn't know how to pamper others.

He lowered his eyes, the pupils reflected the incomplete moon, and his eyes were full of confusion. His mother who died because of his birth had no time to say anything to him, and his father who was born and hated because of love was like a walking dead.

"...Do as you want.," Beckman looked away, thoughtfully.

Everyone has scars that cannot be touched, and Beckman himself has it, so he understands, "That Shanks guy is still good as a captain."

At least intuitively, Shanks never...

"Beckman! Orange peel really works!" Shanks, who was being discussed, ran over again, this time not only wearing a straw hat, but also a little monkey hanging on his shoulder, and he laughed: "Auston... ..."

His voice stopped, and he frowned, "Yaka, what's wrong?"

Shanks never disappoints, at least when it comes to guts.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-09-0520:55:47~2020-09-0621:58:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Ye Weilan; 48 bottles of the cutest Qing Guangguang in the world; 30 bottles of Jun Moxiao bent over;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!