Sleep in the Caribbean

It is bad luck to be on a boat. "

And what an ominous ship must this be?

I chuckled to myself.

Little by little I began to understand a few things.

In the world of pirates, these unfortunate girls are discriminated against and have a hard time living.

When you are unlucky, low status, and unwilling to do dirty things like whores.

Then there is no other way but to make yourself stronger.

From Cezer's attitude towards Hazel and the others, we can know that women are not allowed to go to sea, not even to participate in battles.

Even if, in a way, Sezer is protecting her half-sister and her friends.

And this is something I only recently found out.

I also began to guess that they would accommodate JACK as a reason for the scourge to board the ship.

In addition to HAZEL's personal hobbies, there may also be elements of reluctance to admit defeat.

No one will accept JACK on the boat.

And no one would want to be on a ship full of female sailors.

And when they come together, everything becomes miraculous.

I deeply understand these female sailors and admire them.

They are out-and-out strong people in life.

And the atmosphere on the boat was much better than those smelly men.

At least in terms of food and hygiene, it surprised me that it was absolutely good.

It also helps me recover faster.

But JACK is clearly still unhappy.

This is another point that bothers me.

His injury was almost healed, some small bruises made him look wild and sexy.At least I think so.

But for some reason, I can still see him frowning and thinking about something occasionally.

I'm guessing it's because he's uncomfortable being surrounded by women on a "ship of misfortune".

Even though this is supposed to be his paradise as usual.

Unfortunately, these independent girls seem to have reached a consensus.

That is, for JACK, ignore it.

I can vaguely see HAZEL's cute and sullen look.

But that doesn't explain his attitude towards me either.

He seemed surprisingly nice to me.

I mean, while he used to be courting occasionally, now he flatters me everywhere.

To me, he seemed to be announcing, "Blake and I are a couple."

Whether it's the considerate support or the companionship when I have nothing to do, the act of even wanting to feed me made me feel so numb that I almost fell off the bed.

This is not reasonable.

His previous guilt towards me was also unreasonable and somewhat excessive.

Maybe he wanted to make up for the fact that he used me and hurt me again, but no matter how serious my injury is, it would be unwise to take such close care of me to anger Hazel who is in the current position of interest.

Maybe I don't take my life too seriously, maybe I take my efforts for granted and don't expect this bastard JACK to give me anything in return.

But his cautiousness towards me still makes me hard to let go.

If I make him uncomfortable, that's definitely not what I want.

Maybe when there are fewer and fewer people you can trust, the only person left will gain more and more trust and become your all sustenance.

If my ignorant self-restraint made me such an existence to Jack, then I must be delighted.

But, will JACK be such a person?

Maybe that abandonment left too much shadow in my heart.

I also have no confidence to understand him.

His confident and deep eyes always contain too many secrets that cannot be touched or shared with others.

Under the "supervision" of a group of women, JACK does look a little pitiful.

"PET, let's go out and enjoy the sea view, what do you think~?"

When I was almost recovered and repeatedly expressed that I didn't need his "personal care", JACK invited me one night.

Before that, as the most guest on board, I stayed obediently in the cabin.

And I strongly don't want to be a burden, so I let myself recover as soon as possible.

However, I really have no reason to refuse JACK's invitation.

Although I still can't figure out what is going on in JACK's head, but by his side, I am indeed happy.

The sea surface at night is indeed the same as that night at the beginning, with the same characters and the same scene, but I am no longer the same me.

JACK helped onto the edge of the boat, then glanced at me, and thoughtfully walked around to the right side where my ear was still working.

To be honest, I am very annoyed by the stuffy left ear, but there is nothing I can do about it.

WHEAT uses what is said to be her family's secret recipe every day. Some cooling drops are dripped into my ears, but the effect is minimal, and it can only relieve my discomfort.

So I can only pin my hopes on that friend of JACK, and I am also extremely curious.

I don't know JACK's intention, maybe he has no intention at all and just wants to chat with me.

Then I shook my head and overturned my naive idea.

This is Captain Jack Sparrow.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile again.

"HMMMMMMM..." JACK kept looking at me with speculative eyes, "What makes you so happy, dear?" Then he started the conversation casually.

"Er... nothing special." I also responded as naturally as possible.

"Oh, then this might make you happier." Hearing my answer, Jack didn't care. He raised his eyebrows and then grinned. Then he pulled out a whole bottle of rum from his waist like a conjuring .

Yes, as soon as I saw it I was sure it was rum.I think my eyes are shining brightly now.

There are always a lot of things hanging around JACK's waist, excluding those bits and pieces, this may be the one that excites me the most all the time.

Perhaps seeing my excited expression, JACK smiled warmly in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth smirked: "Do you want it, PET?"

"En!~" I nodded my head heavily like a conditioned reflex, and then realized that my actions looked so childish, and then hurriedly started shaking my head.

But it was too late.

JACK simply grinned, staring at me with a thick smile, and stretched out his hand to wrap my head around my head and press it to his shoulder.

"Little drunk..."

His magnetic voice was transmitted to me with the vibration of my pressing against his chest and his unique smell, and then I felt him gently kiss on the long bangs on my forehead.

Totally like pampering a child.

And I am also very drunk.Let him move.

Although I haven't tasted rum yet, I already feel my face burn.

Then JACK opened the wine cork, and the pleasant liquid sloshing sound made my throat eager to taste the long-lost sweet touch.

And he smoothly took a sip of it for himself.Then he narrowed his eyes slightly intoxicated and enjoying himself.

For a moment, I had a feeling that this man was more charming than drinking fine wine.

Then I took the bottle from him.

This scene is really too similar to the night on the Black Pearl.

The only difference is that I am no longer that confused and weak girl, and I have clearly and bravely confirmed my feelings for this man.

I also faced the mouth of the bottle and took a sip slowly, letting the wonderful golden yellow liquid fill my entire mouth, allowing every taste bud to be immersed in the sweet and mellow breath.The moment I swallowed it, the luscious warm liquid almost made my eyes moist with happiness.

I have to admit, I am an alcoholic.

But I have always believed that I love this wine, but I actually love this person and those memories about it more.

And now the wine is really not as bitter as when I was wandering alone.

"Where did you get this?" JACK and I drank rum alternately, savoring it with some reluctance but absolutely cherishing it.

Because I know that even if there is rum on this boat, Hazel and the others will not take it out easily, at least they will not let JACK get it.

Then I think I'm pretty close to guessing.

JACK gave another smirk: "I just 'borrowed' a little bit from the kind girls along the way~" He shook his body happily, and lightly gestured "a little bit" with his hand with the orchid finger up.

He really deserves to be JACK, I admire him from the bottom of my heart.

The sea breeze blowing makes me feel very refreshing and comfortable, coupled with the gentle catalyst of rum, I feel that I have not been so relaxed for a long time.

But when we found out that the only rum we had had finally bottomed out.JACK and I both looked at each other with regretful faces.

"Bugger, PET. Where's my rum?"

Facing the empty wine bottle, JACK frowned innocently and persistently studied, but forgot that he just licked off the last drop of rum.

I watched him chuckle until he gave up on the bottle and made eye contact with mine.

He still didn't seem to have recovered from the loss of his rum, blinking at me like a big kid begging for comfort.

I smiled brighter, couldn't help the heat in my heart, stood on tiptoe slightly, and touched JACK's head wrapped in a turban.

"There's always rum."

I found myself behaving too affectionately, rewarding myself rather than comforting him.

"Hehe..." JACK grinned suddenly as if reacting, his eyes still narrowed slightly.

The flickering light is a feeling that I don't know