Sleep in the Caribbean

From time to time, there are some broken voices shouting "crew recruitment" and the like.

My heart is moved, the boat, that is, can leave here.If you continue to stay here, I don't know how many times what happened just now will happen again.I don't have money, and there's no way anyone here would take me away for free without risking it, and being a crew member is different.

Though I know as little about ships as I do about myself.

I just wanted to put on the hat to try my luck, but found that the hat had already flown to nowhere in the chase just now.

I was frustrated for a while, so I started to think about getting another hat or how to cut off the hair that got in the way.

Just thinking about it, the hair was pulled up forcefully, the pain was indescribable.

"Ha, bitch, you're pretty good at sneaking, huh?!" It was the two people in front of me who didn't let me go. They were talking and pulled my hair even harder. I couldn't move.

It's over, I thought.

I gave up fighting lest my hair be ripped out.

The carnival people around began to look lively in twos and threes, as if my pain was just a good show for them to drink.

Seeing that I didn't speak or resist, the man finally let go of my hair, pushed me to the ground, and then stepped on my shoulder with an ugly foot: "Damn, let me run away!" After so long, today you are waiting to be beaten to death by the two of us."

Saying that, the other also made up for me.

I glared at them angrily.

Although I didn't want to say anything to arouse his interest in torturing me further, my eyes still expressed my thoughts uncontrollably.

"Our lady seems to learn how to respect people!" Seeing my expression, they became interested as expected, and began to punch and kick me.The pain was nothing, but the terrible thing was that they started tearing my clothes off, and the dirty face started to approach me.

"Hahahaha..." The surroundings laughed at this "good show".

No one will come to help me.

In desperation, my teeth gradually began to press against my tongue.

Suddenly, the man on his body was thrown away violently and fell to the ground.

Shocked, what I saw after clearing my eyes was a handsome young man, a person who was out of tune with this place, he looked so clean.

At that moment, in my eyes, it was like an angel.

"You should learn how to be a person." As he spoke, he quickly knocked down another person, but he was picked up by the person behind him.

"Someone wants a hero to save the beauty?" It turned out that there were more than two of them.

There was a scuffle.

The youth's quick skill is amazing.

The urgent situation left me no time to take care of the pain all over my body, and I skipped a shiny knife handle in my sight.

I pulled out the stranger's knife as fast as I could, and cut off the hand that was about to swing the knife at my savior.

The entire arm fell to the ground horribly, accompanied by howling like a pig being slaughtered.

The chaotic scene suddenly stopped strangely, and everyone looked at me in amazement who was still a victim just now, including the young man who rescued me.

And I just stared at the tip of the knife that was dripping blood and heard my own heartbeat.

I'm killing for the first time, my gut tells me.

One of them who reacted cursed and slashed at me, but was blocked by the young man.

"You...what's your name..." Facing the person who was busy protecting me, I stuttered and asked such a silly question.

"Bill, Bill Turner." A gentle and firm voice.The scene was already quite chaotic. It seemed that these people were very powerful, not only helpers, but also those who were implicated indiscriminately beside them also participated in the scuffle.

I tried to hold the knife steady, thinking of finding an opportunity to help Bill solve another one, but someone held my head from behind.

In a state of stress, I slashed back without even thinking about it, but was firmly pinched by the blade.

Take a closer look.

It's him!That dark circle!

"Tsk tsk~" He shook his hand with the orchid fingers at me, then hooked me without authorization, pulled me out half-dragged and half-covered, then turned his head and shouted to Bill: "It's time to go! Shoelaces!" He also knocked down a bastard who rushed forward to attack.

saved?I was stunned.

I was dragged and ran out of the tavern in a semi-absconded manner, and the surroundings looked safer. I resolutely wanted to shake off his arms around me, but was hugged even tighter.

"Not yet, dear." An unacceptably ambiguous tone.

"Let's go." Bill followed up from behind, which reassured me a lot.

Ran all the way again.

Obviously, I couldn't keep up with them and stopped to catch my breath.

The black eye finally let go of me.

After I was out of danger, the pain in my body began to be obvious, and the bruises everywhere made me a little unsteady.

"Tsk..."

"Are you okay," Bill said with concern for me, "I'm sorry, I could have shot earlier." Then he frowned and looked at the dark circles under his eyes.

"...I'm fine." Did he stop Bill from saving me? I stared fiercely at the dark circles under my eyes, but in the end he was one of the ones who saved me, so I looked away.

"Ou~" The dark circles under his eyes showed an innocent expression that had nothing to do with him, "Then, since our hero succeeded in saving the beauty, we should go too." After speaking, he turned around and planned to leave.

"You don't need to thank me, really~" I didn't forget to add that sentence.

"But JACK..." Bill said, looking at me worriedly.

"CaptainJACKSparrow." JACK turned around with a helpless expression, and Lanhua pointed to Bill to correct him.

"Captain, are you the captain?" I was quite surprised.

"Yes," Bill introduced his friend with a proud smile, "Captain JACK Sparrow, the captain of the Black Pearl, the young Pirate King."

I'm dubious about this powerful-sounding title, but the word pirate fits his image.

"Since..." I still couldn't believe it, "Since you are the captain, you can't leave like this, you have to take me out of here."

If he really has a boat, it's not a coincidence, at least we can be regarded as people who "know each other".

I said firmly, looking straight into JACK's eyes.

"Oh..." JACK showed a embarrassed expression, although it still looked exaggerated.

He glanced at Bill complainingly: "Oh dear, I can't take you, although I want to." I don't believe that last sentence.

As he said that, he slowly approached me. I wondered if he was going to stun me like he stunned those miscellaneous fish.

"No, you have to, you have already charged me for the boat ride," I said about my pearl bracelet, although I wanted to get it back more, but there was nothing I could do about it, "didn't you?" Deliberately raise your voice.

JACK raised half of his eyebrows, showing another troubled expression.

Before he could speak, I added: "Otherwise, you have to return it to me." I said this sentence more and more firmly, after all, it is the only thing I have.Although it is very unlikely that the thief will hand it over, I still want to try the chip of "he made a mistake".

"You took her things?" Bill didn't think we knew each other before, "JACK, we can't leave her here, we can take her to a port or a small town, anywhere is safer than here. What's your name?" ?"he ask me.

Bill was very considerate of me, and I looked at him gratefully, but the name. . . "Black Pearl," I said, "please call me Miss Black." I stared at JACK half-defiantly and said.

Under Bill's insistence, JACK compromised without comment.

In the dark night, a big black ship, the Black Pearl, can be seen in the distance.The flickering lights made the embellishment a bit gloomy, but I seemed to like her quite a bit.

Just now I gave myself the same name as the boat in a fit of anger, but in fact I care more about my bracelet.

Anyway, I have no past and no memory, so what is the importance of titles?

Under a bunch of unfriendly eyes, I set foot on the Black Pearl, as a customer.

Bill briefly introduced me to the crew, and all I could sense was the unwelcome and their superstition that it's bad luck to take a woman on board.

And JACK, with a look of "it's none of my business", drank alcohol beside him.My intuition tells me that this ship is dark and rough, and it seems that it is no safer than Turtle Island.

[-]. Pirates

A writhing broken arm.

A man without a hand was dripping with blood, howling in a distorted and ferocious way.

wake up.

I have had similar dreams for several days in a row. Maybe it's because I haven't been able to adapt to the life on the swaying boat, or maybe it's because the tigers watching around me make me feel a little stressed.

But I still don't want to admit that hurting someone has had such an impact on me.

The environment I am in now tells me that the bloody days will not stop in the near future.I must accept, unless I want to see my own blood.After staying at sea for the third day, as the only woman on board, she was able to survive unscathed, which must be credited to Bill.He has a gentleness and meticulousness that is completely incompatible with the pirate profession.

Although he dressed up as a man at the beginning, he was immediately exposed by the experienced first mate Barbossa.

So they laughed, and a group of greedy pirates coveted me like they had never seen a woman before.

Pirates don't care if you are a customer or what, a "customer" who voluntarily boards a pirate ship feels a little bit suicidal.

To be honest, I'd rather have that unfriendly look than be looked at obscenely by so many people.

It was Bill again, who blocked it for me, but for what seemed to be a strangely ambiguous reason, which he didn't elaborate on.

The life on the boat is not easy, if you have not experienced it, you will not understand. In my limited experience, this boat has given me a lot