A Pirate's Counting Life

After returning to the giant tree No. 60, Mark first went to see Ophelia to confirm that she was on the ship, and then took Shirley back to the warship to command the navy to sail.

The warship slowly sailed out of the port and headed towards the first half of the Great Route, feeling the oncoming sea breeze. For a moment, Mark felt extremely at ease.

"Why are the Five Old Stars so eager to promote me to the rank of Navy Admiral?"

Kong leaned on the chair and his mind was racing with thoughts. Just now Wulaoxing called him again and proposed that he be promoted to the rank of Navy Marshal. He always felt that something was a little strange. Originally, the sea had changed under the suppression of him and a few old guys. very stable

Although they also paid a huge price, and he was the only one among the four top executives to die, it was all worth it.

They controlled the number of pirates, but as time went by this control gradually became unstable

Although many pirates have emerged in recent years, it has not had much impact on the overall situation, but Sora still feels a little uneasy.

He now needs to wait in Malinfando for the urgent call from the Celestial Dragons at any time, and cannot go out to sea to eliminate pirates like before.

He was originally prepared to go to the Grand Line to eliminate pirates at all costs, but after meeting Mark, the balance in his heart began to tilt toward cultivating younger generations.

"Mark, I hope you can create some surprises"

Sora looked at Marine Fando outside the window, his eyes a little blurry. In the square below, he seemed to see his former comrades smiling and waving to him.

"Don't worry! I will definitely keep this hard-won peace."

A bright light burst out from Sora's eyes. After standing in front of the window for a few minutes, he rubbed his swollen temples and returned to the chair.

Starting to deal with daily government affairs, Kong felt his head hurt when he looked at the documents asking for support or supplies. Suddenly, a document attracted his attention.

"Charlotte Lingling was eight years old and destroyed a warship alone in the Mord waters of the New World."

Looking at the document sent back by Lieutenant General West Asia, it contained a fat, pink-haired figure four meters tall. It was hard to imagine that such a little giant was only eight years old.

Kong rubbed his brows and wrote a bounty of 8000 million on the document. To be able to sink a warship alone, the opponent must at least have the strength of a rear admiral. Otherwise, he would not be able to sink a warship stationed by a rear admiral.

"It's really troublesome"

There was a hint of exhaustion in Sora's eyes. If it weren't for an outstanding junior like Mark, he would have wanted to go out to sea and wipe out the pirates. However, fortunately, no general-level pirates have appeared so far.

Although there are several pirates with the strength of top lieutenant generals in the new world, they are not enough for the current navy.

Kong solemnly stamped Charlotte Lingling's documents and placed them on the left hand side. He lowered his head and continued to correct the documents. He placed the unimportant ones on the right side.

"Mark, can you really catch fish like this?"

Shirley leaned on the fence lazily, supporting her head with her hands, and looked at Mark next to her with suspicion.

"Shh... don't make any noise for a while, the fish will be scared away by you."

Mark put his index finger to his mouth to make a silent gesture, and stared at the fishing rod nervously. Ophelia put a cup of black tea on the table next to Mark with a smile, and stood behind him. Look at Mark with a smile

"Ahem! It's moving, it's moving."

Mark gathered up the fishing line with excitement on his face, and after a fierce fight, a palm-sized fish swayed in the air.

Mark felt the air around him fall into silence for an instant, and looked at Shirley's expression of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

Mark turned his head and shouted at the sailor in the distance, "What are you looking at! Why don't you wipe the deck clean for me if you have the energy!"

The sailors immediately dispersed. Mark took the fish that was no longer struggling from the hook, threw it into the bucket aside, and turned his head to order Ophelia.

"As soon as I fry it, I'll eat it for lunch."

"Yes! Lord"

Ophelia narrowed her eyes and said softly, "Do you need to add some ketchup?"

"If you don't want ketchup, give me chili sauce."

Mark wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't stop drooling when he thought of chili sauce.

Ever since he discovered that Ophelia's cooking was particularly delicious, Mark decided to let Ophelia be his butler in life, and then show off to Bourne when he returned to Marineland.

Mark continued to throw the rod and waited for the arrival of the big fish. Shirley pouted and said with some dissatisfaction, "I'm so bored, I really want to eat meat!"

After saying that, he turned his attention to Ophelia. Mark stared at the fishing rod intently and ignored Shirley's words.

It wasn't until the other party repeated it several times that he waved his hand and said quickly, "Liya, go and make her some food. Remember not to cook too much. There are not many supplies on the ship. I don't want to go into the sea to catch fish."

"Yes, Lord"

Ophelia bowed to Mark and walked towards the kitchen with lotus steps. Shirley followed Ophelia like a little tail. When passing by Mark, she whispered "cheapskate"

Then he made a face at Mark. Mark ignored Shirley and felt relieved in his heart, feeling that the world suddenly became quiet.

His fishing life could finally officially begin. Mark always felt that it was Shirley's constant nagging that prevented him from catching big fish.

"Hey man, when will the colonel catch a big fish?"

A sailor lay on the fence and asked his companions next to him. The other sailor glanced at a few big fish wandering next to the warship, shook his head and said softly, "I think it's probably impossible. Let's run away quickly." "Okay, otherwise the colonel will get angry and we won't get any good results."

"It makes sense! Let's go, let's go."

The two sailors left the deck arm in arm and waited alone for two hours. Mark slowly put away the fishing rod and murmured softly.

"This is unscientific. Could it be that the movement of the warship affected my performance?"

Mark rubbed his head and walked to the railing with some confusion, ready to take a look at the situation in the nearby sea area.

As soon as he poked his head out, he saw several three-meter-long fat-headed fish spitting bubbles below. Mark felt a rush of blood rush into his head and instantly felt his head buzzing.

Holding on to the railing to prevent himself from falling, he looked at Mark, the fat-headed fish who was still blowing bubbles next to the warship, and shouted angrily.

"Hey! The thief bullied me too much! I'll take my life!"

Mark grabbed Zhengyi's coat and swung it towards the stool. He jumped into the air and was Sandaolan's feet.

Several fat-headed fish were frightened by Mark's sudden burst of momentum, and the quick-reacting ones dived quickly. Only one nervous fat-headed fish stayed on the surface and blew bubbles.

The next second, he was cut into four pieces by Sandaolan's feet, and Mark shouted behind him

"Are you still breathing? Come out and help me catch the fish."

After hearing Mark's roar, several sailors rushed onto the deck and ran in the direction Mark pointed.

"Plop...plop"

After several sailors quickly jumped into the sea and quickly fished out several pieces of fish body, looking at the fat-headed fish that was still staring at death, Mark waved his hand in distress.

"Send it to me in the kitchen. I want to see it on the dining table when we eat later!"

After several sailors left, Mark angrily picked up the fishing rod, broke it into two pieces and threw it into the sea.

"Yo yo yo, what did I say? The colonel got angry. Hurry up and get a hundred Baileys each."

Several sailors saw the destroyed fishing rod through the small window of the gun port. One sailor excitedly patted the cannon behind him, stretched out his hands towards the other companions, and kept urging them to give it. money

Several marines put a hundred Baileys into his hands with unhappy expressions.