Reborn As a Pirate

Under the night, the Artis Beauty quietly left the harbor with its sails furled, like an offshore fishing boat, anchored in the wide waters five miles away from Bermeo, stepping on the waves, ups and downs.

Suddenly there are two new members on board, one is the Roma witch who follows her step by step and never leaves Hana's side, and the other is a well-behaved white-eared black cat lying on Lorraine's lap and meowing cutely.

From Pierce's point of view, this is very unusual...

Whether it's bringing dangerous people like witches on board, or sailing out of port for no reason, everything is not normal.

He was absent-mindedly mixing a salad in the kitchen, and suddenly saw the burly Karen sneaking into the cabin with a sneaky gesture like a polar bear digging out a bird's egg.

"Mr. Scott, you are..."

"Hmm." Karen straightened his back and cleared his throat, "Little Pierce, what's for dinner tonight?"

"The main food is Grandma Rowling's tomato lettuce butter salad and wasabi tuna, the meal is dark beer and orange juice, and the appetizer is deviled eggs."

"Hey! Devil!" Karen's pale face turned pale, "Momomomo... the devil came so soon?"

Pierce rolled his eyes violently, picked up a plate of yellow cores on a white background from the dining table, and stuffed the eye-catching snacks into Karen's hands, repeating in an accent: "Devil eggs, devil eggs for Halloween!"

"Devil...egg?"

Karen stared blankly at the egg in his hand. After looking at it for a while, his square face turned from white to red, red to red, red to purple, and smoke came out from his ears.

He murmured for a long time, then whispered: "Little Pierce, you have a good relationship with the captain. Tell me, how could the captain let a witch aboard?"

"Choosing the crew is the captain's prerogative, not even God can interfere."

"But that's a witch! With a black cat, wearing a cloak, she looks ugly, and she mutters to herself. There is a big pot in the house, in which lizards, bats, spiders, poisonous snakes are boiled... It's this kind of witch! "

Pierce looked at Karen helplessly.

"Mr. Scott, White Ears seems to prefer a captain who can fish. On board is Ms. Yesra in a cloak. It's my job to cook in a cauldron, and I've never cooked lizards, bats, spiders, Viper."

"As for muttering... there was no one on the boat before, but now there is a German boatman. And ugly... Ms. Sara was a little dirty when she first got on the boat, but after washing her face, you touched your conscience and said, Is she ugly?"

Karen was so stunned, he hesitated, he hesitated: "But she is a witch!"

Pierce wiped his hands and took off his apron: "Mr. Scott, if you really care so much, why don't you just ask the captain?"

"I asked……"

"What did Mr. Captain say?"

Karen took a deep breath: "He said that witch is a respectful title, and witch is a slander. And the one on board is a witch, not a witch..."

"Do you understand this?"

"If you understand, will I come to you?"

Pierce sighed quite understandingly: "Actually, I also secretly asked about this."

"What did the captain tell you?"

"He said... Eat lightly for the next two days, and there may be blood on the boat."

Karen slowly opened his eyes wide.

He muttered to himself: "The captain kidnapped a witch, the devil is coming..."

...

Lorraine, who had kidnapped the witch, was fishing.

He sat cross-legged on the forecastle deck, with four fishing rods standing in front of him like scattered flowers, boneless white ears lying on his legs, his double knives lay flat beside him, and behind him was a man with the tarpaulin uncovered, high-spirited. Scott Ballista.

The swimming fish in the Bay of Biscay was easy to catch. Four rods were launched into the water, and two of them had already bit the hook. The bright white buoy sank to the bottom of the water, but Lorraine had no intention of lifting the rod.

White Ears is a foodie, catch one and eat one, now he has eaten a hake and a small sardine,

If you continue to take up the pole, the little guy may be unable to walk, which is not good for the stomach.

Waiting so boredly until the third pole sank, Lorraine finally heard a footstep.

It was Henna who came.

Although Hai Na never made a sound when she walked, but when Nuo Ya followed her, she naturally made a sound.

Nuoya washed herself clean, her white hands, her clean face, and the drops of water on the ends of her curly hair, which were crystal clear under the moonlight, adding a bit of charm to the owner of the hair. With some taste of Roma women.

Lorraine waved at Noah.

Noah stepped onto the deck, bit her lip and stood behind Lorraine.

"Are you used to being on a boat?"

"Although it is the first time to go to sea, the Roma are naturally able to adapt to all means of transportation. This is a gift from our ancestors." Noah replied in a low voice.

"It's good if you don't get seasick." Lorraine picked up the white ear and stuffed it back into Noah's hand. "A witch and a black cat are a good match. The little guy always depends on me, causing the fish to get off the hook."

"Meow!" The little guy complained dissatisfiedly, stepped on Noya's shoulder, and rushed into the bottom cabin in a flash.

Lorraine couldn't help laughing, stood up and took out a huge tuna, with black back and white belly, blue vertical stripes, at least about thirty kilograms, thumping desperately on the deck, making slapping noises.

Henna stabbed at its gill cover, picked it up, threw it into the bucket, then put the knife back into its sheath, and sat down next to Lorraine.

"Are you going to use the Harpoon Cannon?"

"To be prepared, it depends on how many people they come."

Hana nodded: "When do you think they will come?"

"Tonight? Or tomorrow night?" Lorraine put on the bait with a smile, and set up the rod again. "The Roma are vagrants on land. They want to snatch people from the vagrants of the sea. They don't dare to delay too long." For a long time, I dare not be blatant."

"It should be tonight." Noah interrupted suddenly, "Mrs. Alfonso may convince the Viscount at any time that if there is no crystal ball of fate, the cousins ​​will not be able to do divination and will be driven away."

"It turns out that we will see the outcome tonight..." Lorraine looked at the calm sea inexplicably, "Noya, can you lend me your crystal ball?"

"Eh?"

"If there is a conflict with the customs of the Roma..."

"No, it's just that most people will stay away from the tools of witchcraft, so..." Noah stammered, and quickly took out the crystal ball from the cloth bag, held it in both hands, and handed it to Lorraine.

Lorraine took it over solemnly.

The crystal ball is very heavy, weighing about five or six catties, but it is only the size of an orange, barely enough to hold.

Lorraine held it up close to the moon, and through the moonlight, he saw dense hair lines in the dark purple sphere with a brilliant appearance.

The distribution of these striations is very peculiar, forming a wide or narrow, or thin or thick light-blocking band in the sphere.

The light passing through the transparent sphere becomes uneven in intensity, and the moon in the sphere will ripple, just like the reflection in the water when it is about to shatter.

Lorraine understood it, knowing that Noah's witchcraft was as he had thought before, it was some kind of consciousness hypnosis using light and shadow...

I think generations of people in the Romsala family have spent their wisdom to figure out how to use the natural hair in the crystal ball of fate. If they use another ball to cast spells, their witchcraft effect will definitely be greatly reduced.

In other words, the Crystal Ball of Fate is an irreplaceable component of Romsala's witchcraft.

Lorraine smacked her lips and solemnly returned the crystal ball to Noah.

Seeing Pierce waving in the cockpit with a dinner plate, he said, "Go and eat. I'm full, so I can stay up late..."