Sleep in the Caribbean

Casting dirty eyes on me, I know that if this continues, I will die.

And I also had my own plans, just because I saw JACK being pushed down was a cold and indifferent wink to me.

I think it's a calling signal.

I abruptly pulled out the small knife that had been hidden in my waistline—ever since I decided to be a pirate, I decided to keep it with me all the time, and ruthlessly pierced the black man's waist weakness behind me.

Blood splattered as it was drawn, and I had a wild feeling of pleasure.

Perhaps I too have a gift for vengeful brutality.

The strong black man clutched his wound and moaned. Seeing my sudden resistance, the pirates were a bit unexpected, and when they realized it, they began to rush towards me one after another.

At this time:

"Blake, let's go!!"

It was Bill who stood up and stood in front of me.

And when poor Bill was thrown down,

I didn't bother to look back, and took the opportunity to jump into the water without hesitation.

When the sea hit my head, I only thought about the safety of Bill and Jack.

I'm going to follow Jack, but maybe this is the last time I'll see Bill, and the horrible thought creeps into my head for no reason.

Please keep Bill safe.

And I didn't even think about whether I could swim.

I haven't tried it yet.

In addition to the previous medicine and injuries, I was still weak and in pain.

However, my consciousness and survival instinct inspired me to splash the water with all my strength to prevent myself from sinking.

And my body has finally adapted to the state of the water. It seems that I can swim, but it seems that my technique is not very good.

The pirates on the ship started to shoot at me who was struggling on the water surface angrily. I was a little scared and dived into the water, but found that my lung capacity was not good and I could only last for a while.

Just when I was in a panic, I felt something grab my foot and pull me down.

I finally dived to the bottom of the water.

I was so surprised that I swallowed a lot of water.

I reluctantly opened my eyes in the water, and found that the person in front of me was actually JACK!

He is fine, he can dive for so long without being discovered, and he can come to rescue me!

I almost swallowed again with joy.

JACK calmly pointed to me in the direction of the island, and then stretched out his hand to pull me.

I don't know why, but I think JACK in the water is calm and charming like a ghost.

So I surfaced again, took a deep breath, and then led by JACK to swim to the nearby island.

When I got ashore, I knew I was both in a mess.

Not to mention the injuries all over his body, he can be described with a humble word: Reservoir dog.

The wet body made me very uncomfortable, and when I stepped back onto the warm sand and was exposed to the sun, I suddenly just wanted the sun to dry me out.

Consciousness gradually blurred.

The pain in the body has been numb due to intense exercise.

My physical strength has been exhausted, and I only want to have a good rest in my heart. Although I think more in my head, my body has already given up.

So I was finally able to fall down with peace of mind.

To hell with it later.

. . . . . .

Waking up from a drowsy sleep, I could already see the bright stars in the sky when I opened my eyes.

So gorgeous and shiny, I thought to myself.

Suddenly a face came into my sight from a strange angle, covering most of the starry sky in front of my eyes.

"JACK?!"

"I thought you jumped down to take care of me."

JACK pouted and frowned, serious yet funny.The expression is the same as before.

If it weren't for the scars and bruises on his face, I would have thought the day's betrayal was just a dream.

"I think I pushed it over." I sat up with my forehead covered, a little helpless.

Maybe it's because the medicine has worn off, and I find myself getting strength again, but those damn wounds still hurt.

"~" JACK stood up nonchalantly, gave me an indifferent expression, and then walked to the bonfire that had been lit long ago.

This surprised me.

He was obviously seriously injured and lost his boat, but now he seems to be okay, and he can still light a fire and take care of himself.

Except for his somewhat weak and wobbly steps, as well as his slightly pale lips and face, at least he still looked the same as before.

"Okay." I figured he was just trying to be brave.

I braced myself to stand up, walked to him and sat down, reached out and began to pull his clothes.

"!!" He was obviously frightened, staring at me with wide eyes, half a smile.

I think he is thinking crookedly.

"No, no, don't do this, it's not enough now, and, as a lady, you shouldn't be so proactive." He finally grinned with complacency in his tone, but it seemed that the corner of his bruised mouth was pulled, and he closed it immediately up.One uninjured hand covered his chest in a gesture of resistance.

"...but I don't want to tear myself apart." I thought it was a little funny.

As I said that, I tore off a piece of cloth from the corner of his clothes, and took his hand to help him bandage it up.

I couldn't bear to take another look at the shocking scald. Although the bleeding was no longer there, it was still hard to imagine that he was thrown into the salty seawater with this wound. It was like adding salt to the wound.

I didn't dare to think about it any more, I wrinkled my nose, which was sore because of distress, and silently tied up the large wound for him.

"..." Seeing me like this, he was a little surprised, and then obediently stretched out his hand to play with me.

I know I'm not careful enough, it's my first time doing this job, it seems to hurt him several times, but he just looked at me quietly without frowning once.

We didn't say a word to each other, and the atmosphere became a little delicate.

He just watched my movements, obedient like a child.

I found that under the reflection of the fire, there was a gentle flame in his eyes, which looked clear and deep.

This is the look he should have. I think that the previous despair and gloom should not belong to this unruly and free-spirited person.

I wanted to say something, wanted to know what he was thinking now, but didn't know where to start.

And now, I seem to have blushed so red that I can't say a word.

I pretended to be calm and made myself look expressionless, but my hot face might have betrayed me.

I can only naively hope that the night and firelight will hide my blush.

This man made me cry so hard before, but now he stares at me so hotly that I don't know what to do.

hateful,

As I thought about it, I unconsciously increased my strength.

"Tsk..." Finally he bared his lips, but immediately regained his composure.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I panicked, regretting my clumsiness, but he just smiled.

He reached out a hand to me and touched my cheek lightly.

This second is eternal.

It was the tingling that reminded me that I still had injuries on my face.

The wide palm no longer touches my face, but gently protects it from a very close distance without moving away.

The warmth from JACK's palm, and the pity and focus in his eyes.

The familiar feeling of being trapped seems to have infinite magic power.

Is he feeling guilty about my injury?

There still seemed to be some other thoughts in his eyes that I couldn't understand.

I'm stuck in it.

I almost bounced up.

Panic.I also hurt myself.

"You...don't make a fuss, sleep well, I'll try to find something to eat." I tried my best to calm myself down, but he absolutely saw through my clumsy cover-up, tilted his mouth to one side, and evoked a wonderful smile. radians.

"Let's go after dawn." He turned his eyes to the sea surface, which became deeper and deeper.I wasn't expecting this reaction.

I guess that's the direction the Pearl left.

"It's almost there, I've slept long enough," I just wanted to get away from him for a while to calm myself down, "By the way, let's inspect the terrain."

I also found my own contradictions, I tried my best to stay by his side, and now I tried my best to keep a distance from him.

Just because this man is too dangerous.

"It's not big." JACK briefly commented on the island, it seems that he has already visited it.

I admire him more and more.

Is his body really strong enough to not be affected by this level of injury, or is it just his will that supports him, so what is that?

It's not easy to be a pirate. Although he usually behaves weirdly, he is actually a reliable man.

At this time, in my eyes, he is much more stalwart,

But how to say the export.

"You should stay well," I said in a warning tone, because I really don't want him to have an accident. Although they are all skin trauma, the area of ​​the injury is too large, "I'll be right back."

"Okay, Mistress~" He teased me in a nonsensical manner, and then lay down comfortably.

When I left, I always felt that something was wrong with him.

I don't know if I'm too sensitive or I think too much, but I always feel that there is a gloomy aura about him.

And he didn't do anything to me, I mean, aside from his injuries, his behavior was kind of unusual.

I could feel him trying to hide from me as much as possible.

But JACK, it seems that it is not exactly the previous JACK.I circled the island, and it was indeed not big as JACK said.

A small isolated island with some tropical trees that I can't name and nothing else coming out of the center of the island.

It is indeed difficult to find food. I am not sure whether some wild fruits can be eaten, so I can only use my hands and feet to climb to the tall coconut tree and pick a few coconuts.

Although this is a bit difficult for me, I can't tolerate hypocrisy in this situation.

Carrying the coconut, on the way back, he reckoned how to face Jack.

We were thrown on a desert island, although life is safe now,