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“Yui probably does think that way,” Nomiyama thought for a moment. “When something happens, you’re usually the one who’s in front of the problem.”

"What do you mean by 'Yui'? Hina thinks so too!" Miura Yumiko elbowed him.

"If you say so, then so be it." Nomiyama thought of the person whose mind was completely chaotic, yet who silently maintained the relationship.

"What do you mean by 'what I say is true'? What do you mean?" Miura Yumiko squinted at him.

Nomiyama looked at her for a moment, then turned to face ahead and waved: "Yui! Hina! Long time no see!"

It's been a long time since I've seen Pi, so he spent an hour with me.

Yumiko Miura kicked away a small pebble on the roadside.

Just say I'm amazing and they spoil me, instead of beating around the bush.

With her cherry lips slightly parted, Miura Yumiko took a small bite of the green apple.

Bah, you stupid man, you can't even pick out a sweet apple, they're all sour.

She chewed and swallowed, then took another big bite.

......

"Wait, wait, wait, is this our ship?"

Hina Ebina stopped, carrying a shopping bag containing her swimsuit, her eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"if not?"

Nomiyama looked on with admiration. Carrying several large shopping bags, he walked along the coast toward his large ship, which was surrounded by onlookers.

"I thought it was a yacht..."

Yumiko Miura clicked her tongue and followed behind him.

"Awesome!!!" Yui Yuigahama exclaimed excitedly, quickly catching up with him.

Hina Ebina twitched her lips and followed them.

Nomiyama pushed past the curious sailors, stepped onto his large ship along the wide planks, put his shopping bag down on the side of the ship, and headed straight for the stern.

After the three girls boarded the boat, he grinned and took out a hat to put on his head.

"Are you ready, my sailors!"

"Yuihama Sailors are ready! Captain!!"

"Good! Very energetic!"

Nomiyama's smile became unrestrained as he reached out and touched the wooden rudder.

"My men!!"

"Raise the sails!!!"

The canvas automatically rose.

He turned the helm and shouted, "Set sail!!!"

Amidst the gasps of the sailors on the shore, a strong wind whipped up the sails, generating power that allowed the large ship to automatically detach from anchor and begin to move.

Yui Yuigahama swayed on the boat, but still ran excitedly to the stern.

She stood up straight, full of respect: "Captain! What's the name of our ship?!"

Nomiyama's expression was somber. He took out a pirate hat without a skull and put it on the head of his sailor: "Black Pearl, you must remember this name and be proud of it, because we are destined to become the most famous pirates in the Caribbean."

Yes, the Black Pearl, a three-masted sailing ship, 165 feet long, a large retro pirate ship he recreated based on "Pirates of the Caribbean".

"Roger that, Captain!"

Yui Yuigahama quickly got into character, her face beaming with excitement and her eyes brimming with anticipation: "Captain! Whose money are we going to rob next?"

Nomiyama, steering with one hand and slapping with the other, yelled, "Idiot! Is robbing money all you think about?!"

Yui Yuigahama covered her head with her hands, avoiding his gaze from the brim of her hat, and looked at him with a wronged expression.

Nomiyama gripped the ship's rudder with one hand and rubbed the little sailor's head with the other, his voice deep and resonant.

"I have a rendezvous beyond my beloved horizon."

The two people who were about to walk to the stern froze, while Yui Yuigahama carefully pulled down the brim of her hat to cover her smiling face and blush in the bright sunlight.

This line is from Jack Sparrow in "Pirates of the Caribbean," and it means...

"I'm going to my favorite horizon for a romantic date."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Chapter 288 We'll put on some decorations and wait for the truth to come out.

"Johnny boy, Johnny boy, We're bound for stormy weather

Johnny boy, Johnny boy, we're going to ride the waves!

Johnny boy, Johnny boy, Better wish your lads farewell

Johnny, Johnny, have a safe trip!

Somewhere out, far away, We're sailing on together

Somewhere far away, we sail together.

Oh Johnny my, we are leaving tonight, Johnny, say goodbye

Oh my Johnny, we set sail tonight, Johnny, goodbye.

"What's up with him?"

Yumiko Miura placed beach chairs on the deck, her gaze fixed on the bow of the ship, her words tinged with worry.

At the very front and edge of the Black Pearl, on the bow of the ship, a boy dressed in tattered retro pirate clothes and wearing a pirate hat, held a command sword in one hand and stood with one foot on the bow. He leaned forward slightly and sang "Johnny Boy" at the top of his lungs.

"It's alright, it's alright. Xiaofeng is just too happy. Maybe Xiaoxue doesn't usually let him play like this?" Yui Yuigahama smiled happily.

“If Yukino knew he looked like this, she might indeed find him annoying.” Hina Ebina rummaged through her shopping bag for fruit.

Yumiko Miura thought of that friend and shook her head: "Yukino will pretend to be disgusted, but then continue to watch him mess around."

She looked at the cosplayer, who was still singing and pointing at the knife with high spirits, and sighed, "I just didn't expect him to be so obsessed with pirates."

"Hehe." Yui Yuigahama chuckled, then lay back on the beach chair. "Kaze loves the sea. He said that if time could go back two hundred years, his first choice would definitely be to become a pirate. No one could control him. He could just lie on the ship and wait for the wind to take him to the next destination. When he met other pirates, he would swing on the rope with his knife to fight them, steal treasure, and find treasure chests. He said he was a very good shot, so he would shoot with his left hand and stab with his right."

"I don't remember him saying that?" Miura Yumiko asked, slightly puzzled.

Hina Ebina reclined in her chair and smiled, "There are so many things in life, how can you remember everything? Maybe you were lost in thought at the time."

That's wrong, because she doesn't remember either.

Her gaze swept over Yui, who had started looking down at her phone. Hina Ebina's expression remained unchanged. After all, it's not a bad thing for everyone to have their own thoughts.

Nomiyama felt comfortable, so he stopped singing, casually twirled his sword, sheathed it, turned around, took two steps, grabbed the rope hanging from the bow of the ship, tugged at it a couple of times to make sure it was secure, and then swung towards the deck.

He took two steps forward and stood in front of three deck chairs, a smug look on his face: "Isn't my Black Pearl cool!"

"Hehe, the captain is super handsome." Sailor Yuihama knew exactly what he meant.

Nomiyama felt that the little dog sailor had misrepresented the point, but decided not to correct her.

He glanced at the center of the deck and frowned. "Why are there only three deck chairs? Where's mine?"

Yumiko Miura rolled her eyes at him: "There were only three deck chairs on the deck. You should ask yourself that question."

Nomiyama thought for a moment and remembered that the ship's first group of passengers were originally Yuki and Yono, because they were also interested in being pirates. However, when the ship was finished, they went to Mexico to find tequila, which delayed them until now.

"You can come lie down here, I'll make do with you for a bit." Hina Ebina said quite boldly.

Nomiyama looked down and saw that they were still wearing their everyday clothes, and Hime was still wearing that floral dress.

"Never mind, I'll move a plate over later. Let's hold the banquet now." Nomiyama turned and walked towards the stairs leading down to the deck. "Are you going to hold the banquet upstairs or in the cabin?"

"What's down there?" Yui Yuigahama asked curiously.

“Bathroom, kitchen, bar, wine cellar.” Nomiyama looked at them while holding onto the handrail. “You could call it a modern bar. I even electrified it.”

"I want to see! I want to see!" Yui Yuigahama got up and followed him.

"Is this still a pirate ship?" Yumiko Miura stood up, not forgetting to complain.

"It's read as a pirate ship, but written as a traveler's ship." Nomiyama grinned. "This is the traveler's ship I prepared for myself. I just prefer the appearance of a three-masted sailing ship."

He walked step by step toward the cabin, explaining as he went: "I've set rules for this ship; it will sail automatically and take the crew wherever they want to go."

Hina Ebina swayed slightly in the rippling seawater. She grabbed the handrail and looked up: "What if I'm not going to this sea?"

Nomiyama asked with slight curiosity, "Which sea do you want to go to?"

"Starry Sea".

"Sure."

Waves surged, the wind howled, and the canvas billowed in the wind.

With a creaking sound, the huge pirate ship slowly tilted, its bow beginning to face the sky.

"No, no, no, I haven't had enough of life at sea yet."

......

Warm yellow lighting, two wooden wine tables, two adjacent spacious sofas, and a wooden wine barrel placed between the sofas.

With his legs propped up on the table, Nomiyama turned sideways, reached into the wooden barrel with a large beer mug, and scooped up the rum, saying smugly, "This is my own homemade rum. When I was eighteen, I specially prepared dozens of toasted oak barrels. The taste is absolutely divine, with fruity, oaky, and vanilla notes, and finally the sweetness of sugarcane."

Hina Ebina glanced at Yui, who was lying drowsily on his lap, then at Yumiko, who was also drowsy beside her, and finally looked at him through the wooden tub, smiling: "What you just said was true? Giving us control of this ship?"

Nomiyama hiccuped, placed his wine glass on the table, and ruffled Yui's hair with both hands: "I've already given it to you. Wherever you want to go, this ship will take you there."

Hina Ebina looked at him, quieted down, the fulfillment of the travel promise, the increasingly relaxed demeanor when they were together, and the fact that she had given her girlfriends control of the cruise ship—the changes were already evident.

Therefore, I certainly wasn't the first to notice this signal.

Hina Ebina glanced at the person lying beside her, sleeping with their mouth slightly open.

They must have noticed it, but did nothing. The opportunity they'd been waiting for for years had finally arrived, it was faintly visible, but they didn't act.

She then looked at the person who was resting their head on his lap and seemingly dazed as they pushed his hand away. They must have noticed it too, but it didn't seem like anything had changed.

Ha ha.

"What are your thoughts?" Hina Ebina chose to ask directly.

Hearing this, Nomiyama turned his head to look at her in a daze: "Hmm?"

Hina Ebina glanced at the glass in her hand; the rum inside was a beautiful, reddish-brown, like flowing jewels, and its alcohol content was indeed high.

She placed the wine glasses on the table, stood up, swayed as she walked around the wine barrel, and bumped into him.

Nomiyama instinctively took her in his arms, the gesture so practiced it seemed he'd done it a thousand times, and indeed he had done it a thousand times.

As her hazy eyes gradually cleared, Nomiyama did not push her away. Instead, he put his arm around her and helped her sit down beside him.

Hina Ebina leaned against him, meeting his restored eyes.

After looking at each other for a while, she smiled and turned her head to look down at Yui, who still had her eyes closed.

"Kazehaya, your lust for Yui is overflowing."

Yui Yuigahama's eyelashes fluttered.

Nomiyama did not deny it: "Yes, I like Yui."

He just openly admitted it like that.

Hina Ebina grabbed the sofa, helped herself up, and simply sat down beside him.

She leaned forward and took his glass of rum: "But Yui always has her concerns. She's worried about us, so you've been waiting quietly. Now, you can't wait any longer?"

Nomiyama turned to look at her, his eyes honest: "Yeah, I'm not waiting anymore. I like them all anyway, I want them all."