Pirates Never Work Overtime

In the early morning, Mers pushed open the door with all his strength. Looking at the navy and chef staggering around the door, clutching wine bottles in their hands, he roared angrily:

"Rocco, get here you bastard!"

"Uh! Who called me? Come on, brother, keep drinking."

Rocco was lying on the lounge chair that Mers usually used for sunbathing. He was still holding an empty wine bottle in his hand. Hearing the sound, he raised it with difficulty and took two sips into his mouth.

But he tried hard to raise his hand twice without success, and then gave up. Looking at his posture, he probably thought he was dreaming and thought someone told him to keep drinking!

Mers shook his head helplessly. It seemed that Rocco, the bastard, didn't take his words to heart at all! He asked him to look at everyone, but ended up getting drunk. Just when he was about to walk over and kick the other person awake.

"Lieutenant Morse, are you awake? Let's come over and have something to eat! As for these guys, let them sleep for a while!"

Zhepu was sitting on the deck of Barati, with the table in front of him filled with steaming food. He smiled and shouted to Mers in the distance.

Mers jumped onto Barati and sat lazily opposite Zhepu.

"In order to thank your navy for taking in my useless little brother, all food you come to Barati will be provided free of charge."

"Sure enough, people become better with age. You are really a shrewd old man. We belong to Beihai. We can come to East China Sea several times in our life, not to mention that we can happen to meet Balati, a sea restaurant with no fixed abode. But thank you anyway,"

Red-footed Zhepu." Mers looked like you are a real thief.

"Haha! Are you actually recognized? Although I'm a little bit embarrassed, can I just pretend that I don't know? After all, I don't want Hill to be forced to leave his beloved position because of me."

"Tch, don't worry, I don't have time to promote the identity of a retired old guy as a pirate. After all, there has never been a lack of pirates in this sea."

"Hahaha, it's exactly what Hill said. You are really a special guy, as interesting as the little guy I met a few days ago."

"A few days ago? Were they the ones who caused you to be attacked? Were they pirates?" Morse asked knowingly with his mouth full of food.

Zhepu suddenly had a reminiscing expression: "Well, they are a very different group of pirates. You will definitely meet one day. When the time comes, you will know that one of my useless juniors is also on that ship. I hope you can

Then you can be one of them."

"By the way, old man, how was the beer and wheat yesterday? Did it taste good?" Meres did not ask again, but instead mentioned the wheat and beer from Noyasi Island.

"It's very good, but your adjutant refused to let him take out the remaining barrels and drink. Even though he drank too much in the end, he subconsciously stopped a few drunkards who wanted to steal." Thinking of the scene last night, Zhe

Pu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Mers had a black line: "These bastards really drank too much. Since you think it's good, let's help promote it! I'll ask Rocco to send another bucket later. After all, I accepted that stupid guy from Noyasi Island

I have to give them a farewell drink and blessings, but I have to help them at least."

After speaking, Meres stopped the knife and fork in his hand, took out two record pointers that had been prepared to record the address of Noyasi Island from his arms, and threw them to Zhepu opposite.

"You say I'm old and mature, but you're not bad at all! It seems that this drink is not for nothing! I know, I will go there next stop and help them promote it among the guests."

Zhepu put away the record pointer and said a few words with a smile.

"Then please, it's best to bring more food when you go. They haven't done business with foreign countries for a long time, and most of the only food they had was given to us last time."

"Yeah. I understand. I'm going to make some sober food for these hungover bastards. Otherwise, you might not be able to leave today. You can continue eating first!" Zhepu nodded with a smile and headed towards the kitchen.

Go.

Hearing the sound of a fire coming from the kitchen, Mers smiled and shook his head. He was really a stubborn old man. I hope Kevin won't become like this when he gets older.

Soon the table full of food turned into empty plates piled haphazardly on top of each other.

Uh! Where is this! Who are you bastard? You're holding my hand down. Hey bastard Paddy, don't hug me. Who are you? What did you do to me last night? Who peed on me?

Damn it! Whoever vomited then used my clothes as a rag to wipe my mouth.

Not long after, the navy and the Barati chefs who were hungover from last night woke up. After waking up, they started to curse, as if the brotherly loyalty they had when they drank together last night was not theirs.

Mers smiled and shook his head, took out a box of 'Tihua Show' from his arms, popped one into his mouth, lit it lightly, and started smoking beautifully.

A cigarette after a meal is better than a living god.

"You bastards, come over and help as soon as you wake up. Do you still want to rest?" Zhepu shouted in the kitchen.

Rocco shook his head, still holding the empty wine bottle in his hand, and slowly walked from the warship to Morse.

"Um, are they all gone? Boss, you ate them all and didn't leave any for me. I still wanted to leave a bottle of good wine for you."

Rocco sat down on Zhepp's seat, looked at the pile of empty plates in front of him, and waved the empty wine bottle in his hand at Mers with an unhappy expression.

Not waiting for Morse to speak.

"Hey! That bastard drank the wine I left for the boss. Hey, the boss's wine is gone." After Rocco finished speaking, he smiled and fell asleep on the table again.

Mers was speechless. This guy was completely different from usual after drinking. He was as good as Kevin, really.

Just when he was about to pull Rocco up, Hill sat next to him with rare seriousness and looked at him seriously.

"Thank you, brat." Hill knew that what happened yesterday was a violation of Navy regulations.

Mers smiled and shook his head: "Uncle, what are you talking about? We just happened to come across Barati Restaurant yesterday and had a meal by the way."

"Haha, you kid, you got it." After hearing this, Hill showed an expression that said, "I understand."

As Hill and Zhepu led a group of chefs to quickly make a large amount of hangover soup for everyone to drink, the guys who were hungover from last night finally sobered up a little, ate breakfast in a hurry, and hurried back.

They went to their respective posts, fearing that Morse would drag them into an emergency denouncement meeting.

"Rocco, did you enjoy your drink last night? Where's the wine left for me?" Meres asked Rocco with a teasing look on his face.

"Hey! Sir, let me arrange for someone to clean up first." Rocco touched his head embarrassedly, hurriedly took a bite, and ran back to the deck in a panic.

"Rocco, have someone bring another barrel of beer to Barati."

"Okay, sir, I'll go right away."

Looking at Rocco's panicked back, Mers smiled, smoked a cigarette, and slowly walked back to the warship.

The sailors from the two ships finished their meals one after another and returned to the ship, resting and tidying up. At noon, after Hill and Zepuyi said goodbye, Commander Morse directed everyone to set sail, aiming for 'Rogg Town'.

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"Finally we have arrived, the legendary Rogge Town..."

Looking at the town that was gradually becoming clearer in the distance, Mers let out a heartfelt sigh. This journey was really bumpier than he imagined.

"Sir, have you been here before?" Rocco stood respectfully beside Morse.

"How could I have been here before? This is the first time in my life that I have left Beihai! I have always heard the name 'The Town that Begins from the End'. After all, this is the place where the Pirate King was executed.

After looking around the port, he didn't find the 'Golden Beauty' with the straw hat and skull and crossbones flag in his impression. Mers smiled with relief, and finally there would be no more trouble.

"Rocco, Rocco, contact the CP guys quickly and send them the things quickly. After the handover is completed, set off immediately and go directly to the headquarters."

"Sir, why are you in such a hurry this time? Why don't you stop at Rogge Town to rest for one night?" Rocco looked at Meurs in confusion.

"Just leave it alone and let Hill take a few people to purchase supplies as quickly as possible. I will rest on the ship then. I have a bad feeling that I won't be able to leave if I don't leave later." Morse jumped.

He got up and gave Rocco a chestnut.

Rocco took a hit and immediately ran to the kitchen to find Hill and convey Morse's explanation.