Reborn As a Pirate

Mistake...

Accidentally made a huge slip of the tongue, Lorraine followed Henna back to the boat like a little daughter-in-law with drooping brows, unable to see the captain's demeanor at all.

Little Pierce was in a daze, and hurriedly left the job of washing the deck and went to gossip: "Captain, what are you..."

"Have you done the five hundred times of fencing today?"

"Hey... done it!"

"Have you finished tying a hundred knots?"

"It's over!"

"How about swimming two kilometers?"

"The swim is over!"

"Charts?"

"The homework is on your desk, and it was done last night!"

Lorraine tilted her head and glanced sideways at the mop lying on the deck: "In other words, it's not dark yet, so you only have to scrub the deck and make dinner?"

"Yes, sir!" Little Pierce said with high spirits.

Lorraine patted him on the shoulder encouragingly: "Very good, tomorrow's training volume will increase by 20%, remember to notify Karen Supervisor."

"Yes... eh!"

The boat has a small, such as a pack.

Lorraine took comfort in little Pierce, and finally decided to face the bleak life.

He found Henna at night and solemnly agreed with Henna's suggestion.

They agreed that if there was no progress after three days, they would initiate the kidnapping plan for Viscount Alfonso's heir.

There are only sixteen characters in the script. Henna kidnaps someone and Lorraine rescues her. Three knives and six holes are exchanged for friendship.

Early the next morning, the refreshed Lorraine and Henna entered the port area again, busy with their futile but well-intentioned sales work.

Then, at dusk...

It's still the same square, still a pair of tired and lost figures.

Jeep... Roma danced passionate flamenco dances in front of the caravan, guitars, castanets, joyous songs, and "Haleo" that soared into the sky again and again, it seemed that there was a real Magic power can inject vitality into people's souls.

Lorraine and Henna were attracted and watched quietly for a long time in front of the caravan.

It wasn't until sunset that Lorraine flicked his fingers and threw a gold pound towards the open guitar case, and the smiles returned to their faces.

Lorraine bent her elbows towards Henna: "Beautiful lady, may I invite you to have dinner on my boat?"

Henna held Lorraine's arm with puffed cheeks, and whispered, "I'll eat beef tonight, Spanish beef stew!"

...

The lights are on.

Lorraine walked with Henna on the market alley leading to the pier, and caught a little black cat with white ears on the way, as if it had been following him for a long time.

Probably... started to follow from the square.

He waved to the thin kitten suspiciously.

The little guy really approached, and hugged Lorraine's palm affectionately with his little furry head.

Lorraine was amused by its silly appearance.

"Really, aren't you afraid that I will abduct you?"

"Meow."

"what do you want?"

"Meow."

"hungry?"

Lorraine quickly sniffed himself.

He is not a fisherman, but because he lives on a boat all year round, he spends most of his time eating sea fish.

If he insisted that he didn't smell fishy at all, he wouldn't believe such nonsense.

But such a faint, almost unscented smell can actually lure a cute kitten...

Or just a lucky black cat!

Is it time to turn around?

The superstitious little Mr. Drake absently scratched the little black cat's soft white ears, stood up suddenly, bought a big piece of salmon from the catch shop next door, and tore it off bit by bit, lest the cute little guy choke .

The little guy ate very fast, and quickly ate up the huge piece of fish.

"Meow."

It licks Lorraine's empty palm,

Rubbing, and Lorraine became more and more intimate.

Lorraine poked its head dumbfoundingly: "Aren't you full yet?"

"Meow."

"But I saw just now, there are only a few pieces of smoked fish left in the catch shop. You can't eat smoked fish, the little one will get sick if he eats big salt."

"Meow."

"First... sir, can you let go of your white ears?"

Suddenly a timid voice came from the corner of the alley, and Lorraine saw a dirty girl who was at a loss with her sleeves clutched.

She looked about thirteen or fourteen, petite, with black hair and dark eyes.

She has a pair of big, long bright eyes on her oval-like face, and a slightly wide mouth under the high bridge of the nose.

This is the standard appearance of Roma, somewhat Indian, and very white.

It's just that most Roma people are enthusiastic and cheerful, and suddenly such a timid little girl appeared, with a nervous and pale face, which made Lorraine not sure of his judgment for a while.

However, that doesn't seem to matter.

Lorraine rubbed the kitten's head and asked the girl, "Is it your cat?"

"Yes... Please, can you let it go?"

"I didn't catch it, it was just hungry." Lorraine smiled and stood up.

Seeing that there was no more food to eat, the kitten meowed pitifully, turned its head, and rushed back to the girl's arms like an arrow.

A smile spread across the girl's face, and she said, "Thank you sir!"

She bowed to Lorraine, and after she bowed, she retreated into the shadows, and disappeared at the end of the alley after a while, unable to be found anywhere.

Seeing the direction in which the girl disappeared, Lorraine frowned slightly: "Hina, don't you think...they are both a little weird?"

"Ah?" Hana was startled, "What's so strange?"

"You can be distracted..." Lorraine laughed, "Do you like that cat that much?"

Hannah bit her lip lightly.

"Actually, it's not all about cats. I just... remembered something."

"past?"

"It's about my brother."

Haina's voice was a little heavy, floating gently in the night wind, if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear it clearly.

But her expression was smiling.

"You know, when my brother and I fled to Cherbourg after my father died, he was wounded."

"In order to heal his injuries, I worked in Old Hansa's tavern for a long time. I helped Old Hansa clean up the tavern during the day, killed people at noon, and worked as a waiter at night. Apart from changing his brother's medicine, I hardly had time to accompany him. During that time, he picked up a black cat, all black, very similar to the white ears."

"He likes it very much. He named it Romley. He hugs it every day. Like you did just now, he tore off the meat I bought and fed it bit by bit, as if he was afraid that it would choke on it."

Hana smiled more and more gently, and walked towards the pier with Lorraine as she spoke.

"Later I got sick. I worked like crazy for several months, and when I was about to kill someone, I often couldn't sleep for a few days. I accidentally developed a fever, and almost died earlier than my brother."

"What saved me was a bowl of broth..."

"That day he was splattered with cat blood, smiling, but tears dripped into the soup. I couldn't forget that scene, so until he died, I still remembered the taste of that bowl of broth. It was so sour, so sour People can't swallow it."

At this point, Lorraine knew that Hannah's story was over.

Her voice has always been calm, so calm that it makes people feel compassionate.

Lorraine turned around and hugged her, and Henna didn't struggle, just leaned in Lorraine's arms, listening to the sea breeze and looking at the moon.

Lorraine asked, "Do you want to cry?"

"I don't want to." Henna replied simply and neatly, "You know? You two are actually very similar, stubborn, smart, and brave, even at the same age."

"But I'm not him."

"I know. It's just that occasionally I can't help but think, if you were him... How wonderful it would be."