Laughing Clown in Pirates

The sky was gloomy and dim, with thick clouds tangled into gray-black swirls in the sky.

The wind blows Fisher Tiger's long, curly hair.

He gritted his teeth, smashed his fist hard into the smooth red rock wall, inserted deeply, and then kicked on his legs to climb up.

He was climbing on the steep rock wall of the Red Earth Continent, and on the top was Mary Gioia.

"Come on!!! Come on!!!" The voice of cheer came from the huge red balloon floating above Fisher Tiger.

"Shut up! Bucky the Clown!" Tiger roared, his fist smashed into the rock wall, and the red stones splashed!

There are two feet on his shoulders. There is nothing above the ankle of that foot, and the joints are tied with balloon ropes.

"Okay, okay, it seems you don't need my encouragement." The wind blew, and the balloon spun, revealing the clown Bucky lying on the balloon.His long blue hair was tied into a ponytail and hung behind his back, his left hand propped his cheek with a lazy expression, while his right hand was throwing a red rock ball.

"However... I suggest that you move lightly. There are only about 300 meters left before reaching the summit. If you push too hard, you may be heard!" Bucky smiled viciously, and his index finger was painted into a laughing expression by red paint. before the mouth.

300 meters!
Tiger looked up at the sky, sweat streaming down his face like a stream.

He could see the edge of the sky and the red earth, and the edge was glowing in his vision.

His eyes suddenly reflected a strong brilliance
"I'm almost there! My friends! My fellow oppressed!"

Boom... A thunderous thunder resounded, and the white electricity illuminated the gray world, gorgeous and dazzling.

The clown grinned and chanted softly in a low, hoarse voice
Do you hear the people sing?
Did you hear the chanting of the crowd?
Lost in the valley of the night
Floating in the deep valley of night

It is the music of a people
that is the music of the people

Who are climbing to the light
They climb toward the light

For the wretched of the earth
To burn this wretched land
There is a flame that never dies
Only this immortal fire

Even the darkest night will end
Even the darkest night will pass
And the sun will rise
the sun will rise
He closed his eyes and hummed the last note.

"You'll be a hero, Fisher Tiger!"

"Hmph, what about you, what will you become?"

"Hmm... probably shadows, ghosts, criminals?"

The little shoes danced lightly on Tiger's solid shoulders, the balloon rose slowly, and the clown on the balloon waved towards Tiger
"I'm going ahead, Fisher Tiger."

On the outpost, the soldiers on duty looked up at the gloomy sky, but their thoughts had already wandered away.

For thousands of years, no one had ever climbed onto the Red Earth Continent, and the reason why he was on duty here was just a cosmetic project of the Holy Land.

He even arranged for himself a small assembly stool, which can be disassembled into ordinary wooden strips when inspected by superiors.

His companion was sleeping comfortably on the sentry tower at this time.

"It's about half an hour before the changing of the guard. I hope the rain won't fall." The soldier took out the cigarette from his comrade's chest, and touched his chest muscle by the way.

“pretty solid”

The fire was skillfully lit, highlighting the smoke, and the wandering eyes saw bright red in the gray sky.

"Is that... a balloon?"

The red balloon floated slowly towards him, and the soldier slowly set up his rifle and took aim.

Through the scope he could see a hand dangling from the balloon.

"Why is there a hand hanging on the balloon?" he wondered
"Surprise!" Someone suddenly said in the ear, like the harsh tone of a bear kid when he succeeds in a prank.

The soldier shuddered and was about to struggle when the cold dagger slit his throat.

Warm blood flowed out from between the fingers of his palm, and all the strength in his body had been drained quickly with the rushing blood.

The body of the soldier in his arms gradually became immobile, and the clown plunged another dagger into the heart of the sleeping soldier.

The soldier opened his eyes, only to see a red nose and a funny and terrifying clown face. He died not long after being pressed on the cold wooden board.

The clown stood up, took off the white gloves stained with red blood, changed into a new pair, and looked into the distance.

It was already night, and Mary Gioia in the distance had already lit a lamp.

The red balloon dangled and flew back into the clown's hand.

Panting heavily, Fisher Tiger finally climbed onto the clay continent.

boom!The clown broke the balloon, and the huge red bag in the balloon fell into the clown's arms, causing the clown to stumble.

"Hey!" The clown put the red bag on his shoulder, and took a black umbrella from the post.

"Fisher Tiger, let's make a fuss!"