Sleep in the Caribbean

See that guy over there, tell him a little lie and drive him away, this is yours. "

I'm smiling now, taking out the shilling that Mrs. Rosanne forced me to do with my chores, and handing it into the hands of a little boy.

I was pointing to a small boat with only one boy busy with his cables.

And I, took a fancy to his boat.

The child happily agreed, and really stepped forward and said something similar to asking for help to the boy, and then successfully lured him away.

After they left, I boarded his boat like a normal person, untied the cable, adjusted the sails, and set sail.

I think this boat and the map and compass that I came before are enough for me to reach Turtle Island.

Before that, besides doing some chores, I also studied and studied many things that I thought were necessary.

I have to make myself stronger.

I didn't expect that I could do such a thing so easily now.Also unexpectedly smooth.

These days, I've pretty much been living a life of lies and guilt in order to survive and get my way.

And what's even more frightening is that I seem to have gotten used to it.

I am annoyed at the fact that I am gradually becoming confident. Maybe this means that I still have a conscience, but it is undeniable that the bottom line of my conscience has been continuously declining.

"I'm a pirate."

I said this to myself, as if I was hypnotizing myself.

Although what I do may seem like a crappy liar and thief.

All I can do is minimize the harm and loss of others.

But it still pains me to take advantage of others and hurt innocent people.

I secretly cursed the culprit who I cursed tens of thousands of times in my heart.

JACK.

Although I know very well that what I am doing now is an imitation of his thinking.

Think like JACK.

Because it effectively keeps me alive.

And lessen my damn thoughts about him.

And I found even sadder that, to some extent, I was doing these things to bring myself closer to JACK.

Loving someone may become him subtly.

I seem to know the whole story of this now.

I kept preventing his shadow from constantly appearing in front of my eyes, avoiding contact with people as much as possible, just to prevent anyone's small movements and gestures from reminding me of him.

I rub my forehead.

I know that if I don't address this person and this matter, I will spend my life in pain and frustration.

So no amount of sacrifice or sin matters in comparison.

I will take it all.

Just to find him.

And I'm getting closer to my goal now.

Just when I fell into my own thoughts again, I suddenly felt something approaching behind me. The sense of approach made me turn around to be on guard, but a wet hand had already clamped my neck.

"Who." I was on high alert, testing the other party.

The other party is definitely not a simple character. I didn't even notice his arrival on the floating boat, quietly.

"That's what I should ask you, Miss Thief."

The person who is threatening me is the boy who was sent away before, the owner of the boat.

My previous observations made me think that he was just a childish and weak boy.But he was able to swim so far out of the coast alone, and climbed into the boat without anyone noticing and subdued me.

Sure enough, people can't be seen.

Looks like I picked the wrong guy.I have to remember this lesson.

"Then you choose yourself, do it yourself, or I will do it."

After the boy subdued me for a while, he unexpectedly let go of me, sat down on his own, and looked through the items on the boat.

"I advise you to do it yourself, I don't want to do anything to the lady." He added lazily and confidently.

It seems that I have been underestimated, which makes me very helpless.

He didn't talk much, and his tone was flat, with a lazy noble air.But looking at his simple and neat attire, he doesn't look like a wealthy family, but more like a young adventurer.

Coupled with his good skills and conversation, it is indeed not an easy role.

But the overly delicate and handsome face reveals a bit of feminine beauty, and the somewhat gorgeous and neutral voice and soft short black hair make my eyes shift to his high neckline.

He seemed unaware of me, but I knew by feeling that I was no match for him.

I stood there expressionless and watched, and found that he really didn't intend to do anything to me, just waiting for me to get off the boat by myself.

Jump into the sea.

"It seems that I have to think of something else." I spread my hands and said helplessly, "I'm sorry about your ship, it is indeed a beautiful ship." To match his feeling, I also casually added with.

The atmosphere is a bit subtle, and I feel that we have similar auras to each other.

Under the confrontation between the thief and the owner, we didn't have any tension with each other, but we settled peacefully as if it were a matter of course.

I bent down to take back my map and compass, and calmly observed his eyelashes under the moonlight, which seemed familiar.

Yes, JACK again.

Although they are completely different in terms of skin color, height and appearance, this boy just gave me a "JACK-like" feeling.

Maybe I already have JACK poisoning.

"Wish me good luck." I finally saluted him, pursed my lips and thought helplessly about the uncomfortable feeling after entering the water.

"Wait." And he seemed to have discovered something suddenly and stopped me.

Conscience found out?I was a little stunned, and looked at him hopelessly, while he was looking at the map stacked in my hand.

"Are you going to Turtle Island?" He also raised his eyebrows and asked me with blinking eyes, looking innocent.

But I know he's not like that.

Looks like he saw the mark on Turtle Island on the exposed side of my map.I didn't understand: "Yes." Short answer, waiting for his next reaction.

"Well," he waved his hand to me for me to sit down, "then you don't have to get off the boat, miss, I've decided to find a companion for myself."

The young man spoke lightly, leaving only me standing there in astonishment.

I watched him for a long time until I was sure he wasn't joking.

I scratched my head, and finally sat down with some embarrassment and helplessness.

This is also elusive for him.

I thought of JACK inappropriately again.

"Okay." Facing his continued silence, I shook my head to break the embarrassment, "Are you going to Turtle Island too?"

"YEAH, yes, you can ride my boat, it's really not what I want to force the lady into the sea," he smiled at me harmlessly, but made me feel ashamed when he sternly asked me to "do it myself" look.He seemed to have forgotten, and he tried to let me know with gestures, "Besides, I'm really tired of traveling alone. I think two people will not be so boring together."

This made me feel that he was unfathomable, and what I also felt was his contempt for me.

You know, if you invite a strange thief to pass, besides getting water in your head, he doesn't think I'm a threat at all, but it can become a pastime.

"If only I wouldn't think the way you do." I was a bit annoyed to know that.

But it is true that I am not strong enough, so there is nothing wrong with this smooth sailing.

I decided to trust this boy for a while.

long silence.

It seems that neither of us are very good at talking, which makes me wonder if we are all the kind of people who walk too much alone.

After all, it still takes a long time for a small boat to go to Turtle Island.But most of the time, we are pretty much in our own world.

I still began to habitually think about all kinds of possible things, and played with a knife in my mind, and by the way, I showed him that I was not without attack power.

And he seems to be leisurely looking at the scenery and waves.

Such quietness seems to be inconsistent with his intention of thinking about this traveling companion, but I also seem to be a person who really likes quietness.

We all leave each other alone and enjoy ourselves.

"What's your name?" His sudden question was as silent and foreboding as all his sudden actions, and again I was overwhelmed.

"Blake." I replied decisively.

"Real name." He also responded neatly, continuing to ask without any scruples.

"Huh?" I was a little surprised, "BLACKPEARL." So I reported my full name.

He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled: "Good name." Then he remained silent.

This makes me very strange.

"And you?" I asked back.

He didn't answer right away, but raised his head and glanced at the sky lazily.

"WIND." Then he lowered his head and smiled gorgeously at me, a little dazzling.

Obviously nonsense, it seems he still doesn't think I said my real name.

But WIND does fit him very well.

"Okay Wind." I smiled helplessly, "Tell me why you went to Turtle Island?" I asked casually, and I didn't expect him to tell the truth.

"Look for someone," but he replied immediately, "find him to confirm some things, and then teach him a lesson."

I was surprised to see his expression suddenly tightened up, seriously.

Intuitively I don't think it's like acting.

And the content of what he said was like mind reading, which was exactly the same as my reason.

"I guess we're worthy of traveling companions," I almost laughed out loud, "if I'm not mistaken, the people we're looking for are pretty damn miserable."

I smiled with some hilarious evil.

And I finally surprised him.

He also grinned badly, very much like JACK: "As a lady, you are really good." He smiled, and his fair face became more handsome, "How about some rum now?"

"Well, it seems that we should know each other earlier." The same thought