Traveler in the Pirate World

Unlike the human world, the sea in the underworld is dim and violent, with huge waves surging, one after another, and seeming to be heading straight for the sky.

Brooke looked at them from afar, but for some reason he was trembling deep in his heart, and there was a hint of fear in his dark eyes.

On the endless and dim yellow sea, there seemed to be countless human faces surging on each wave, and the whistling sounds of the waves seemed to have endless creatures shouting, as if accusing them of a lifetime of unwillingness.

Countless figures formed a dim sea, and countless shouts gathered into a wave that roared the world. Even if he was just watching from a distance, Brook felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, too heavy.

At some point, the girl's white fingers blocked his view, and the girl's angry voice rang in his ears, "What a person you are. I told you not to leave the city, but you didn't listen."

Brooke slowly turned his head and looked down at the skinny little girl who was looking up at him with her hands raised, her voice trembling, "Is that Huang Quan?"

"Yeah, it's scary, isn't it?" The little girl smiled at Brooke, who was obviously frightened. "Before the God of Death created the underworld, the underworld was like that. There was no land, no sky, no souls, only an endless dark yellow sea."

"How did you know?"

"Of course it was God who told us, from the moment our karmic fire burned out!" The little girl smiled from the bottom of her heart, with a light shining in her eyes, which was full of longing and worship. There was no doubt that she believed in the god of death.

Brook looked at the girl and opened his mouth to say something, but finally swallowed it and changed the subject of gods, "Are those all souls?"

"No!" The girl shook her head. She was actually seventeen years old. Due to long-term malnutrition, her skin color was slightly sallow and she was quite short. She looked more like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old. "That was a wave formed by a large number of spirit particles gathered by the dead thoughts. They can't be considered souls. They are just the last obsessions of those dead souls left in this world. They are really pitiful!"

"Dead souls?"

"Yes, the dead soul." The little girl nodded, "The God of Death said that the soul is the final carrier of people's consciousness, but the underworld was once in chaos, and no conscious and stable soul could exist for a long time in this turbulence without any external interference.

When the soul dissipates, the consciousness will also go to sleep forever, and that's when the person is truly dead. But there is something that takes a longer time to slowly disappear under the natural cycle, and that is thoughts, the obsessions that people struggle to let go of before or after they die.

When this thought is strong enough, people's souls after death can even resist the natural pull of the underworld and stay in the world for a long time.

What is it? I don't quite understand why people who have died and whose souls have disappeared are still obsessed with the present world, even though life is such a painful thing.

I was always hungry, I would be beaten if I was caught stealing, and I would be bullied by other beggars if I went through the trash cans..."

As the little girl was talking, the topic went off track. She thought about her own life and thought that even though that place was clearly hell, there were still so many people who cared about it. It was really strange.

Maybe, that place is just hell for me!

Seeing the girl's increasingly lonely expression, Brook, who had not interacted with others for a long time, didn't know how to comfort her for a moment, so he had to say seriously, "This beautiful lady, can you show me your panties?"

Hearing this, the girl first looked at Brook blankly, her cheeks turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she jumped up and kicked out instinctively. With a cracking sound of bones breaking, Brook flew backwards several meters, holding his crotch, with a dazed look on his face.

The girl looked at Brooke angrily, "I thought you weren't a bad guy unless you were burned by the flames of karma, you bastard!" When she was alive, there were always men who were interested in even a little kid like her. At that time, she could only live a good life if she behaved fiercely enough and acted ruthlessly enough.

She has seen many girls who compromise, but their fate is often not good. Those who bullied them once will keep looking for opportunities to continue bullying them, and those who think they are easy to bully will also come one after another.

Brooke stretched out a trembling hand, "It's cracked, it's cracked, ma'am, you are really strong."

The girl looked at him sitting on the ground like a duck, but she had no intention of helping him up. There were too many things in this world that she needed to be on guard against. If she looked closely, she could see that compared to many people, Brooke's karma was actually pitifully small. But where there is danger, there is danger.

Brooke saw the wariness in the girl's eyes and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He knew that this was actually quite presumptuous of him to a girl who was not familiar with him. He didn't really need to take a look, and he didn't even have any strange thoughts in his mind. But he really hadn't communicated normally with anyone for a long time.

Sitting cross-legged on the spot, Brooke took out a small drum from somewhere and said, "Let me sing a song for you. This is a song that my friends and I like very much. Maybe this will make you feel better."

With the beating of finger bones and snare drum, cheerful and rhythmic sounds rang out in this still primitive and desolate land. After many years, Brook played "Binks' Wine" for others again for the first time.

What a memorable song, yet so sad.

In a trance, Brooke seemed to have returned to fifty years ago. Everyone gathered on the deck, standing or sitting, and they walked towards the end of their lives in cheerful singing. Every time a companion fell, they couldn't help but raise their own singing, as if they wanted to sing together with their companions to the end.

I should have died with them, but I woke up after a long time. Being alive seemed like a curse, especially after I lost the qualification to face the sun, because that made me lose the opportunity to accompany my last companion.

At some point, tears filled my cheeks. On the distant seashore, a strange change occurred unconsciously amid the rolling waves. It seemed to become rhythmic, and the sound of the waves hitting the shore faintly resonated with Brook's voice.

But neither Brook, who was immersed in the past and buried in sadness, nor the girl, who had never heard such a touching and affectionate song, noticed this.

The sound of the waves became more and more uniform, and countless regrets attracted by the song gathered in the direction of Brook. Their voices gradually drowned out the still roaring Yellow Springs Sea behind them, completely occupying this coastline, listening to this soul-touching song from afar.

After a long time, just when Brook was about to put an end to this song that was widely circulated on the sea, a magnificent singing voice rang out in this world, and countless people sang loudly with their persistence and love for music during their lifetime.

"Binkes offers wine, facing the wind, rain and huge waves

Under the clear sky is my favorite..."

An unprecedented chorus, sung by countless generations of souls obsessed with music with obsessions left in the underworld, seemed like a performance dedicated to the world.

On the ever-growing earth, in the cities created by the Yin gods, countless souls listened to this melodious and cheerful song. They hummed along unconsciously, and slowly their voices became louder. The longing for the living, the confusion about new life, the longing or fear for the future that was suppressed in their hearts were all vented at this moment.

"We have wine, we have friends partying till dawn, Yoyohohoho, Yoyo..."

Brook looked back blankly at the coastline. Countless voices rang out one after another at this moment. Even from a distance, Brook could easily hear that everyone was singing the same song.

"This is my dream, and it's also the dream that my friends have been pursuing all their lives!" Brooke's tears were like a flood that broke through the dam, he cried and laughed at the same time.

The cracks in his bones had healed without him noticing, but he didn't care, or rather, he didn't notice. He stood up, holding the small drum in his hand high, and stared directly at the Yellow Spring Sea that had frightened him before. He shouted the loudest cry of his life, "Let's perform a show in the name of the world until we are exhausted!"

The girl stared blankly at Brook's back. Countless merits of heaven and earth in the underworld fell down and slowly intertwined into a golden wheel of merit composed of countless complex runes behind him. His body was bathed in golden light, which penetrated the heaven and earth. The tall and slender figure looked incomparably sacred and majestic at this moment, as if the center of the world, and was noticed by all the gods and spirits in the underworld.

"Come on, another song!" Brooke stepped forward suddenly, and the simple small drum in his hand became distorted in the golden light, turning into an exquisite bass. The powerful waves danced on the strings. At this moment, his voice resounded throughout the world, "Let me have a musical carnival, fellow travelers!"

We all have the same dream, a dream that we cannot give up even in the face of death, just like the Rumbar Pirates once did.

"It makes a crying child laugh, doesn't it? Captain Yuchi! At this moment, I am singing loudly with all the regrets of the past who have the same musical dream as us. This must be a scene you have never seen before.

You must be somewhere in this world right now, right? You must be able to hear my singing, right? You must be singing with me just like you did before, right? "

"Did you hear that? It's me, Brooke, the one with the afro, the bassist, the bastard who left you all alone in this world!"

He shouted in his heart, longing and sadness gathered in the song, making countless people cry.

They are all missing someone, the only difference is that Brook is missing the dead, while most of the souls living in this new land are missing the living.