Pirate: I'm really not a Super Saiyan

The Kingdom of Torrents, White Harbor.

It was a quiet morning.

It was a sunny day with a gentle breeze. The North Sea, which is usually cold all year round, finally had good weather.

But these sunlight cannot affect the frozen sea at all.

White Harbor is not an ice-free port. The only ice-free port in the Kingdom of Torrents, Torrents Port, is located near the capital city of Torrents.

This is just a backup port of the Torrent Kingdom after the ice melts in the summer and sailing begins.

After dozens of days of frozen sea in winter, the land is connected to the ice layer, extending directly hundreds of meters from the shore.

The seemingly bright and solid ice surface is actually affected by reefs and ocean currents, so the degree of freezing is uneven and not as solid as it looks.

The closer to the shore, the denser the ice blocks become on the frozen sea.

A Tai, a young fisherman, was swimming with great effort through the cracks between the ice blocks, carrying a backpack on his back, and swimming towards the land.

Although the sea water was freezing cold, after swimming away, Atai felt that the water was warm.

But the wind was still cold, making the exposed upper body of Atai cold while he was paddling, and his arms were almost numb and lost consciousness.

A Tai didn't dare to waste time and had to swim back before he was completely frozen!

This is a rare good weather, no snowstorm and the sun is shining.

Finally, the densely packed ice blocks scattered on the seashore became a whole.

Artest first supported himself with his hands on the outer layer of ice, then he moved his whole body onto the ice. He did not rush to stand up, but moved his arms and thighs vigorously and began to crawl on the ice.

When he had climbed a certain distance, Artest judged that the thickness of the ice beneath him was sufficient based on the vibrations he felt. He then slowly stood up, swaying his body that had been almost frozen by the cold wind after he had just come ashore, and ran all the way to the shore in a stiff posture.

Returned to a small hut located in a leeward place not far from the shore.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! I caught a fish!"

A Tai put down the backpack and poured the fish inside out the door. There were three or four big fat black fish, which had been frozen into zombies in the cold wind and hit the ground with bangs.

A-Tai wanted to put the fish away, but he heard his grandfather say:

"Atai, stop working and come in and warm yourself by the fire. I'll go release the fish."

“It’s okay, Grandpa.

I'll be done in a minute!"

A Tai was quick and efficient. He quickly packed up the fish and put them into an ice cellar outside the house.

If you leave them alone, these fish can stay together until spring without melting.

A Tai picked out the fattest one and took it into the house, intending to stew it for himself and his grandfather.

Artest's grandfather, Old Sonny, was warming himself by the fire, wanting to help his grandson.

But his knees hurt so much that he couldn't use any strength. His knees, which had been ravaged by sea breeze and moisture for many years, were very painful in this kind of weather. He could only rely on Artest to take care of him.

Seeing his grandson busying around for a long time, he wanted to let him rest, but old Sonny struggled for a long time but couldn't say it, so he could only sigh.

Given his current condition, if A Tai didn't work, the two of them would probably freeze or starve to death.

If only my son and daughter-in-law had not been conscripted into labor service by the Torrent Kingdom...

If this were the case, his wife who had been with him for decades would not have slipped and died while fishing in the dark...

If this were the case, Artest wouldn't have to risk his life to catch fish in the winter sea in such cold weather...

As an old fisherman, Old Sonny knows that the sea in winter is colder and more ruthless than ever before. If you are not careful or feel unwell, you may die here.

While Sonny was in a trance, Atai had already stewed the fish soup in a pot and was cooking it on the fire in the house.

"Atai, come over here and roast some fire."

Old Sonny patted his side, asked Artest to sit down, then he picked out a very hot stone with a stick and placed it at Artest's feet.

When he was working just now, A Tai didn't feel that cold. But when he stopped, he felt as if his whole body was being penetrated by the cold. He shivered a few times, smiled at his grandfather, and huddled beside the fire.

The fish soup had not yet boiled. The grandfather and grandson stayed together quietly, and no one spoke.

Poor people, there is nothing worth talking about before dinner.

The pressure of living has overwhelmed all other needs, and the mental burden has left the mind without any extra thoughts.

This brief moment of tranquility is already a way for the grandfather and grandson to relax.

"boom!"

The door of the cottage was kicked open, as if God was destined not to let this poor couple go and would not even give them this brief moment of peace.

Several tightly wrapped men walked into the house without any hesitation. The leader came up and kicked down A Tai, who was occupying the best position for warming the fire, and then he and his companions sat beside the fire.

"I saw you coming back from the beach from a long distance away. You must have caught a lot of fish. Stew them all for me. Didn't you see so many people?

Not sensible at all! "

"Yes, yes, Atai, take out the fish quickly!"

Sonny dragged his sick leg and helped Artest up. Half of Artest's face was swollen and the corner of his mouth was broken and bleeding.

The first thing he did when he got up was to rush forward, but behind these men, Sonny was holding Artest's hand tightly and staring at his grandson fiercely.

A Tai looked at his grandfather, slowly relaxed his tense body, and walked out.

Several men were watching the two men teasingly beside the fire. The man who was in the lead just now said to Sunny:

"You are such a hard-working grandson, old man Sonny. I thought your family would have starved to death in a short time without your son. I didn't expect that you two would still be alive."

"Good luck, good luck."

Sonny squeezed his wrinkled face and gave an ugly smile.

These people are soldiers from the Torrent Kingdom who were left behind to guard the White Harbor. They always do evil things and take advantage of their military status to extort money from the fishermen who make a living from the sea.

Today it was just their turn.

Just serve them delicious food and drinks quickly, and send them away soon.

“As for your son, he’s really unlucky.

If the World Government had not lost so many slaves three years ago, it would not have to recruit corvée labor all over the world to supplement the labor force. It's all fate!"

The lower their status, the more they want to show off their gossip about international affairs.

"Brother, is that true? How did you know?!"

The tactful younger brother quickly cooperated and asked.

"Humph, my brother-in-law told me this last time when he was drinking with the captain of the King's Army. Can they lie to me? This is all inside information, do you understand?"

"understand."

The few of them ignored Sonny beside them and started chatting among themselves.

As soon as A Tai's body warmed up, he was rushed outside to process the fish. Fortunately, it didn't take long and the fish could still be processed.

crunch.

crunch.

There were footsteps in the snow.

A Tai thought it was a wolf in the mountains that smelled the blood and came down the mountain. He looked up vigilantly and was stunned for a moment.

What did he see?

A group of fishmen were looking at the footprints on the ground and walking towards their hut!