Laughing Clown in Pirates

Chapter 53. The Lion and the Treasure

There was no cloud for a thousand miles, and the hot sun hung high in the sky, casting malevolent rays of light, which reflected back on Arthur from the silvery spray.

As a result, his chin, thighs, back, and chest were all exposed to the sun, and he was like a tightly squeezed sponge, with sweat pouring out of his body, and he was extremely dry.

He paddled the oar mechanically with both hands, but his eyes were fixed on the bucket, in a trance.

Little Bucky sat behind Arthur, greedily feeling the sea breeze, but there were very few cool winds, and most of the time he only felt the scorching heat of the sun on his body.His skin was already red and burning. He was a child who had never been in the sea, and he hadn't grown the tough skin that could be exposed to the sun for a long time.

Lion Scar sat behind little Bucky, sticking out his tongue, heaving his chest, panting rapidly.The hot air it exhaled fell on little Bucky's neck, while the long tail drooped in the sea water to absorb the rare coolness.

"Take a break and drink some water." Arthur thought, put the oars into the boat, and took a scoop of fresh water from the bucket.He took a sip hard, then curbed his desire for water, and handed it to Bucky.

Bucky gulped down the water, and the lion scar behind him swallowed, quietly waiting for his turn.

But Bucky finished the water, and he handed the ladle to Arthur, who washed the ladle in seawater and put it in the bucket.

Scar let out a low growl, which scared Bucky into a fright, and he asked to sit in front of Arthur.Arthur agreed to Bucky's request and changed places with Bucky, and gently patted Scar's chest to soothe the anxious Scar.

"Dad, don't bring Scar on board, it..."

"It's okay, Bucky, we will soon reach land or meet a merchant ship and get rescued." Arthur said at the time, but after only half a day on the whaling ship, Scar was already restless.

The sun finally sank into the deep sea and fell into a deep sleep.

The stars sprinkled from the dark blue skirt of the Lady of the Night, were pushed into a pile by the silvery white waves, and smashed against the side of the white painted wooden boat.

Arthur sat in the middle of the boat, holding a fishing rod, watching the dark sea with stars floating.He lifted the pole, and the strip of meat on the hook had disappeared, and the clean hook shone in the moonlight.With a sigh, he hung the strip of meat on the hook again and threw it into the sea.Scar the Lion lay lying on the stern of the boat. He stretched out his barbed tongue and licked his nose to keep it moist. Little Bucky, whose head was dizzy from the sun, lay down on the boat and fell into a deep sleep. The sea breeze Caressing his red and peeling back, took away his painful murmur.

Arthur continued to sit on the ups and downs of the boat, the fishing rod in his hand was suddenly lowered, and he almost wanted to let go.Arthur screamed, stepped on the rail with his right foot, and leaned back.

But the fish was not that big, the silvery fish was fly-fished in the air by the power of the fishing rod, swam across the deep blue sky and the stars, and was finally swallowed by the lion in one gulp under the white moon.

The fish head still hanging on the hook was shaking in the sea breeze, Arthur opened his eyes wide, looking at the lion enjoying the feast of blood.

"Scar..." he called softly, but he couldn't make the lion look back.

Through its not-so-thick mane, Arthur could see the crimson fish flesh that fell on the deck, and the blood that wasn't abundant.

"Scar..." he called again.

The ugly lion finally turned its head back, blood splashed on its deeply scarred face, and stared at Arthur with bloodshot and dehydrated eyes.It stretched out its legs and walked towards Arthur step by step, with the fragmented whitebait behind it.

For a moment, Arthur trembled all over, and clenched the handles of the double guns stuck in his belt.These were left by the female pirates, one of which took Norris' life.

The lion pushed Arthur away violently, and its fur slid across Arthur's chest.Arthur leaned back against the rail, and through the ribcage of the beast, he seemed to feel the rebirth of the wild heart.

The lion stepped over the lying little Bucky, knocked off the lid of the bucket, and lay down on the bucket, drinking happily.The sound of the tongue smashing into the water echoes the rustling of the waves.

Arthur stared at the lion until he was full and lay down on the prow.The Lion felt Arthur looking at it.It glanced back, didn't care, turned its head, put its head between its two front paws, and fell asleep quietly.

The waves still push the boat, and the boat bobs and sinks in the sea.A thought appeared in Arthur's mind, tears welled up in his eyes, and step by step, he quietly walked up to Lion Scar.

He drew two guns from his trousers waistband, one pressed against the lion's jaw and the other close to the lion's ear.His hands were inserted into the not so thick black mane, as if he was stroking the lion's neck.

Two gunshots, almost merged into one, sounded in the silent night, followed by the lion's painful and tragic whimper.Little Bucky woke up from the night, only to see his father standing in front of the lion under the bright moon and stars, a pool of blood flowed down the cabin from the bow of the boat, it was pitch black.

"Bucky, go back to sleep!" The tearful father turned his head and smiled.

It was the softest smile Bucky had ever seen.

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As the quiet night dissipated, seagulls soared in the sky, chirping loudly.

The scorching sun hit Bucky's flushed skin again and woke him up.Bucky wiped the secretions from the corners of his eyes with his salty hands, and opened his eyes to look at the bow.

Arthur was sitting on the bow of the boat, his eyes were red, and under his buttocks was a processed yellow lion skin, and the lion's mane was covered by him at the tip of the bow, shaking by the sea wind.

The red meat that had been processed was piled up on the bow, and after being marinated, it was enough for an adult to eat for a month.

Looking into the distance, first there is the light blue ocean, and then there are white rocky islands, with dots of green on it, and on top of this green, there are white seagulls.

"Daddy, the island!" Bucky pointed behind Arthur.

"I know, Bucky, I know!" Arthur said, covering his face with his hands.

Bucky looked at the pile of red meat on the bow again, and he knew it was a knife scar.

He was a little breathless, but he felt that his father was too tired, so he took the oar and rowed hard.

It wasn't until the sun hung in the middle of the sky again that the ship collided with the hard rock and landed.At this moment, Arthur suddenly burst into laughter, and the record pointer attached to the upper right corner of the map was spinning wildly and chaotically.

Arthur ran up the bare, hard white rock, checking everything on the map, feeling more energetic than ever.Gone is the comical clown career, and he no longer has to make a living out of that horrific group laugh.

He will go to an island far away from Fat Robbie, become a rich man, and find a beautiful woman who can work quickly for little Bucky to be his mother.He wants to live in a large two-story villa built of white bricks and stones, with a yard where he can grow vegetables.When it was getting late, he could lie on the deck chair smoking a good cigarette and humming.Perhaps in his spare time, he also goes back to the port to go fishing.He'd send Bucky to the big city to study accounting.If his mind is not bright, it is a bit dangerous to spend a fortune and let him enter the navy, but it is better than being a civilian.

Being a pirate is better than being a commoner!
"Daddy, Daddy!" Bucky screamed from behind Arthur.But Arthur walked so fast that Bucky could only see his back but couldn't keep up.

"Bucky, you have to hurry up, good days are just around the corner!" Arthur turned around at a high place, smiled and waved to Bucky.

When the panting Bucky finally catches up to Arthur, Arthur is sitting on a white rock with a dozen or so pages of yellow fur strewn about him.

There are words on the fur, and runes like devil symbols are scattered and drawn on the five-line horizontal bar.

"Treasure! My treasure! This is a fart treasure!" Arthur cursed viciously, tears welling up in his eyes: "Only gold and silver treasures are considered treasures, bastard!"

Arthur wept first, then laughed miserably.Although he didn't wear clown makeup, Bucky felt that he really looked like a clown.

Arthur suddenly pointed the gun at Bucky, and Bucky screamed at his father, running and dodging.

The exposed white stone cut his ankle and was stained with blood.

Arthur stood up staggeringly, with the dazzling sun in front of him.

He raised the gun that had killed friend and friend to his chin, laughing hysterically.

So, under the bright sun, with a gunshot, Arthur fell on the white rock.

The sound of the waves was still beating against the white reef, and a pirate ship was sailing towards the white island.The pirates stepped off the pirate ship and landed on the island laughing and laughing.

They came across a red-nosed kid filling in the dirt.

"Little guy, are you here to find treasure too?" The pirate with a big black beard smiled, and a group of pirates stood behind him.

"You talk about these hateful things!" Bucky filled the pit with a large flat shell, without looking back: "If you want it, you can take it all, these things are not treasures!"

"Hahaha... This thing has a history of 300 years. It is the score left by the great musician Maybach! It describes the scene of a great country at that time, the customs and customs!"

"Then how much can I sell it for?"

"If it was me looking for a seller, it would be about 5000 million peles. If it were you, little guy, it would be worthless."

"Then it's tattered!"

Bucky was still digging, tears dripping onto the white hard ground.

The pirate with the black beard sat next to Bucky and looked at the man in the pit. He had the same red nose as the boy, a black hole in his chin, and his skull was ripped open...he committed suicide.

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It was late at night, and Raleigh the Pluto had finished telling this not-so-long-not-short story.

The pirates of the Red Hair Pirates watched him silently.

The red-haired clothes were almost dry, he stood up, leaving Bailey behind, and walked out of the tavern.

The heavy rain stopped, and the group of them walked silently on the road that had just been washed by the heavy rain.

Ben Beckman lit a cigarette and smoked it quietly. When the cigarette was finally smoked down to the butt, he dropped the cigarette butt and broke the silence.

"Captain...you named the island of the end Ralph Drew, right?"

"Yeah!" The redhead replied in a low voice, "Ralph Drew."

(End of this chapter)