Pirate Forest

Bang, dang, dang...

The cup dropped with a crisp sound, and the clear water slowly flowed out. A pair of trembling hands were reflected on the water, and Nasha cried silently.

A skinny smile hung on a skinny face under a warm quilt, with reddish-brown plasma hanging from the corners of his mouth and neck, and his breath had disappeared.

There is a line written in blood on the ground next to it:

I'm so happy to have you!

You are the eagle of freedom, I don't want to be your shackles.

The mother's life may not be happy and perfect, but God will give her an angel who will protect her for the rest of her life with angel wings.

With the bad news about Vic's mother, Nasha decided to go to the dock to have a look. She also thought about Tarta, what would happen to the child

Her fingers clung to the exposed sandy wall, and her skin was easily scratched and blood flowed out. She bit her lip hard to hold back from making a sound.

He was bleeding a lot, it must be hurting a lot!

She really wanted to gently touch those wounds with her hands, help him apply medicine, cook his favorite dishes, and listen to his story about today.

But... it's no longer possible, he has grown up.

That fat figure has really grown up.

And he’s so handsome!

After a long time, she turned around and left, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She couldn't possibly stop a young eagle that could finally spread its wings to fly high and stay on the ground like a wild chicken for the rest of its life.

The mayor carried Al back to the basement, and Al's mother rushed out and hugged him, repeating "It'll be nice to come back..."

"Mom, why do you have white hair?" Al, who was about to break away but was a little impatient, was stunned when he saw a strand of white hair among thousands of hair strands.

"When I get old, you will grow up." The mother said in tears.

All mothers are the same. They will stay behind, hiding in the shadows, silently watching every detail of their children, listening to all their growing troubles, and racking their brains to help them find solutions.

When the children grow up, they will pretend to be cruel and push them away from their arms, because jade cannot be carved into a tool, and a tree cannot be cultivated into a tree.

Only by pushing them into the cliff again and again can they learn to fly high and see this vast world.

It was clear that my heart was bleeding when I pushed him out, but on the surface, I still pretended to be disgusted, as if I would never come back.

But as long as they are alive, the children will have a home that can protect them from wind and rain!

As long as you are willing one day, they will open their arms and say "Welcome home!" to you.

………………

The sea breeze roars, and the cheerful waves dance with graceful ballet, attracting the passing fleets to fall into it, spreading the beautiful legend of sailors and haenyeo.

"The weather is really nice today, isn't it?" Morgan, who had just woken up on the deck, said to Tarta.

"Yeah, it's really good." Tata was not in high spirits. Neither Vic nor Shijin had woken up. Although Morgan was fine, no matter how he looked at it, he had the illusion of returning to the past.

"Don't worry about them...cough cough cough..." After saying a few words, he couldn't help but cough again. He opened his hand to reveal a pool of blood, and his face became even paler. Tata frowned at this, but had nothing to say.

"I'm going to catch a fish to supplement their meal and make fish soup." He smiled, waved his hand to indicate that Tarta didn't have to worry about it, and walked to the navy storeroom to rummage around.

I took the fishing rod and a little bit of meat I found in the kitchen and went fishing. Looking at the sparkling sea in the distance made me feel good, and I hummed a little tune very leisurely. net

"Yo ho ho ho, yo ho ho ho."

"Yo ho ho ho, yo ho ho ho."

"Yo ho ho ho, yo ho ho ho."

"Yo ho ho ho, yo ho ho ho."

"Bringing Binx's wine to you."

"Like the sea breeze, ride the wind and waves as you please."

"………………"

The singing spread to the deck, to the kitchen, to the room, to Tarta's ears, to everyone on the bed, and to every corner of the entire ship.

This was a song that all nine of his captains would sing, and it was the only song that he could sing in its entirety.

This is a sea boy's song that every pirate can sing.

Time passes little by little in the singing, and the sea in the evening is magnificent, mysterious, fiery and unrestrained. The sun sets in the west, and the sky is still burning with an orange-red sunset glow.

This orange-red glow dye poured into the sea, dyeing the sea into a golden color. During the day, the sweet and lovely wave girl suddenly became passionate, sexy and fiery.

In such a warm atmosphere, Morgan's eyelids were closed, and he listened to the singing of the sea wave girl with his ears. All he smelled was the charm of the red sunset, and what he sang was the true nature of the sea man.

"We pirates split the waves."

"Back on the waves, home is on the boat."

"The skull and crossbones flag is flying in the wind."

"Under the boundless sky, the wind is strong."

"The waves are dancing and the drums are beating."

"If you are frightened, you will be doomed."

"………………"

His heart was unusually calm. Perhaps the song and the beautiful scenery on the horizon prevented him from being excited. There was not a single fish in the bucket at his feet.

Tata behind him clenched his hands into fists and looked worriedly at Morgan, who was calm. The feeling that someone would leave him was an indescribably uncomfortable feeling.

They are heroes, right

Such a ridiculous thing to say but he didn't feel ashamed at all.

On the contrary, I feel sad,

The people who really feel ashamed should be those who act selfishly.

Just discredit their navy for no reason

Why do they want to leave their homes with their tails between their legs like bereaved dogs?

I’m afraid there will be news soon

The title is

So what do their sacrifices mean?

What’s the point of so many people sacrificing themselves at all costs for the small town?

"Don't always think about losing, think about what we gained." Morgan's voice echoed in Tata's ears.

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What can a person who is about to die say?

"Even if I'm about to die, I still think it's worth it. We now have a big, big ship, plenty of food, a perfect chef, a beautiful scenery, and..." He suddenly grinned. Laughing loudly, he picked up the fishing rod and threw it out beautifully.

"Is there any fish?" Tata also leaned forward with some curiosity, tilted his head and looked at it. It was a wooden barrel with a flag stuck in it, which read Poseidon Yubaoqian.

"It's a drift barrel. It's said to be a tribute to the God of the Sea. People at sea use it to pray for a safe journey, and people in distress can also get it for emergencies." Morgan excitedly explained to Tata as he pulled the barrel up.

"Most of them are some wine and dry food. Although it is a superstitious practice, many people were saved thanks to it. If Shijin and I could have encountered this before, maybe we wouldn't be so embarrassed." He He patted the wet barrel with some emotion.

"Should we open it? Won't we offend the Poseidon?" Tata has been a good baby since he was a child. Even though he heard that this can be used for emergency purposes for victims, the thought that he and others do not need food at this time may attract the Poseidon. His attention was filled with trepidation.

"It's okay, just put some more food and wine in it." Morgan rubbed his palms excitedly, took off the flag, untied the rope, and lifted the board.

It was so dark that I couldn't see clearly, so I reached out and dug inside. There was something there, but it didn't seem to be wine or dry food.

Tarta stretched out her neck to explore curiously, and Morgan slowly opened his palm, revealing a green fruit covered with mysterious patterns, similar in shape to a seed.

Morgan felt an urge in his heart when he saw it.

Gudong!

Tata on the side watched with wide eyes as Morgan swallowed the strange fruit in one gulp.

"Spit it out quickly!" Tata panicked and didn't know what to do.

"Will that thing go bad?" He walked back and forth scratching his head, thinking that he had never seen such a strange fruit.

Will Morgan, who is already dying, die as soon as he gets off the plane...

"Spit it out!" Tarta was so frightened that he quickly grabbed Morgan's collar and shook it back and forth, trying to get him to spit it out.

"Okay..." Morgan's face turned blue and purple, as if he had been poisoned.

"What's good?" Tarta asked carefully and nervously.

"It tastes so bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"