The Evil Generation of Pirates

"Don't you know him too?" Luka asked, "I really want to know who that person is. ."

"A man with a big beard and a cigar. He likes to laugh. He always closes his eyes when he laughs. It's weird." The old man threw the weed aside and took a sip of wine. "He came here more than a month ago. After that, the next time I come will have to wait until that time next year.”

Luka scratched his hair and racked his brain to figure out who that person was.

Yamos looked at the old man: "You are not from Uroro Island, are you?"

He has lived on Uloro Island for so long and has never seen this old man.

The old man shook his head: "I'm not from this island, but the village chief is my best friend. It's not interesting for me to stay there, so I came to spend time with my old friends, so I can retire here."

"It's amazing..." It was the first time Luka saw this kind of thing. An old man actually let a bunch of dead people accompany him to take care of him in old age.

"It's very boring. I originally wanted to go back." The old man walked to a grave and sat down without any scruples. "But then I thought about it. These people don't even have anyone who can give them a grave. Everyone will die." Even if they are all dead, they still have to be taken care of, right? I feel like my stay here has some meaning."

Yamos sat next to the old man, pulled out a cigarette and said to the old man: "Why are all the graves here?"

The old man took the cigarette, took out a box of matches from the pocket of his tattered clothes, and lit the cigarette: "Hiss... I said that I have been a fisherman who has been at sea for most of my life. I must have seen enough of the sea, so I buried them all." Here it is.”

"Are you also a fisherman?" Yamos asked.

"I used to work for about 50 to [-] years." The old man smoked a cigarette.

"Then you are tired of seeing the sea and hate it?" Yamos asked again.

The old man smoked the cigarette fiercely, and half of it was gone in one puff.He didn't answer, he just squinted his eyes slightly, took a deep breath with a look of enjoyment, and then blew out the smoke in his lungs.

Yamos looked up at the sky.

The old man spoke: "How wonderful the sea is."

Yamos was still looking at the sky.

The old man still said: "It's just that such a good sea is always restless... Do you know, boy, it is precisely because of this sea that there are constant disputes and the destruction of this village."

"Yeah." Yamos replied.

It didn't take long for the old man to finish smoking. When the cigarette reached the butt, he reluctantly stuffed the cigarette butt into the cracks in the cracked earth.

Upon seeing this, Yamos took out his pack of cigarettes and handed them to the old man, who confiscated them.

"Why do you want to see them? Do you know them?" The old man stood up and looked up at the tall people.

"We are from the branch. The guy wanted to investigate this case, so he came." Luka pointed at Yamos.

The old man looked at Yamos, gave a final chuckle, waved his hand and walked towards his house: "Idiot."

Yamos looked at the old man, where Luka was snickering.

"Come in and rest." The old man said again before entering the house.

The four of them were thirsty from the sun, so they followed in.

The house was very messy, and the old man didn't stick to details and didn't care about those things.There was a bed with a mat in the room, a pile of tattered clothes in a dirty cabinet on one side, and a stove on the other side. On both sides of the stove were wine bottles on the floor and on the other side were other sundries.

"You must be thirsty. I can't bear to stand out for a few minutes today." The old man threw his straw hat on the bed and took a few bottles of wine from the side. "But I don't have any water here, so I'll just drink."

Several people took the wine.

Luca cried sadly. He didn't like drinking, let alone such low-quality wine.

Derek took the wine without opening it.

Yamos likes to drink, and Dolat is an alcoholic. Although this wine is of poor quality, it is not terrible to drink. They both opened it and drank. This low-quality wine is very strong and spicy.

In fact, it's not very suitable for them to drink. They are more or less used to drinking some good wine.

I just saw an old man outside taking a sip without changing his expression. They underestimated the power of this kind of wine. Even a recognized drunkard like Dolat coughed.

Yamos felt that his chest was hot, as if there was a burning fire.

"Hahaha." The old man looked at the embarrassed two people with a mouth full of alcohol, "This wine is not suitable for you to drink."

After staying in the old man's house for several hours and chatting with him, Yamos also asked a few things about Uroro Island in the past five years, but he still didn't get any useful information.

After dark, Yamos took the initiative to leave, and the other three people had no objections. After all, this hut couldn't accommodate them.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Yamos took them to the hilltop that used to be the secret base of him, Lezein, and Usov.There are still some trees here now. Yamos and Dolat went to catch some prey suitable for barbecue, while Luca and Derek made arrangements to light a fire and prepare a place to sleep late.

When Yamos and Dolag came back with some game meat stuck in their swords, Luka praised Yamos for finding a good place.

Yamos was handling the prey carcass, he didn't say anything and just smiled.

After a while, each of the four took a branch and put some raw meat on it and roasted it on the fire.

After being grilled, the large pieces of meat exude the aroma of meat. It tastes a bit bland without seasonings, but such bland meat is also very pure and has its own bland taste.

After eating, the fire was still burning. The four of them leaned against the tree trunk and chatted.

Yamos's face was illuminated by the firelight, his eyes were closed and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.It didn't look like he was asleep, but rather enjoying the moment.

Luka didn't know what he said, which made both Drake and Dolat laugh out loud. The atmosphere was very good, and it was not in vain. No matter how hard I found it, it was a rare picnic. Such a picnic can be found in five places. It is much more comfortable to receive the highest service in a star-rated hotel.

"Hey, Yamos." While chatting, Luka suddenly raised his head and looked at Yamos, who had his eyes closed. "Isn't that guy asleep against the tree?"

Hearing this, Yamos opened his eyes and stretched: "What? Is something wrong?"

"I'm not asleep." Luka poked the less prosperous fire with a wooden stick, "What should I do after eating and drinking."

"Do you really think you're going out to sea for fun? I'll be the leader to arrange when and where to go for you?" Yamos rolled his eyes.

Luka muttered: "Then you didn't pay much attention to researching the information."

"Heh." Yamos smiled helplessly, then stood up, "Let's go for a walk."

"Okay." Derek also stood up, "Leave aside the case on Uroro Island, it's really rare for us to live such a leisurely life."

Yamos took them down the hill from the path with ease and came to the shore.

Ludrek asked Yamos why he was so familiar with this place, and Yamos simply used the excuse that he and Dorat took a walk around to familiarize themselves with the environment while catching prey.

At this time, the sea water was at low tide, and under the dark night, only the moonlight could be seen on the sea surface, and the waves were rolling gently.

"Hey." Looking at the sea, Yamos suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

"what happened?"

The three people on one side, who were blowing the sea breeze with their hands in their pockets, all looked at him.

Yamos stretched out his hand and pointed directly at the sea: "Do you have the urge to conquer it?"

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