Sleep in the Caribbean

, JACK and I were called to check the goods at the same time, and JACK immediately found out that something was wrong. "Bill looked at JACK behind me with some usual admiration.

I stayed for a while, but didn't look back, I knew I was a little deliberate.

I actually found that I didn't dare to look at JACK, and I was afraid that I would show some strange expressions when I looked at him, I mean, my heart beat faster.

But I still imagined the expression on his back.

"...Uh...um...fortunately you showed up, otherwise I don't know how it would end." I confessed.

"Hehe," Bill smiled, "You did a good job," he said, "It seems that we don't have to worry about you in the future, you can handle it yourself, you are very talented."

Bill's compliments on my gift for violence didn't make me much happier. Maybe it was because of them that I got the chance to hold a knife, but I don't want to live like this in the future.

"Don't say that... I think it's true that I have more talent for causing trouble." I was really helpless about this.

"Well...Actually, a girl of your age shouldn't appear in that kind of place," he pointed to Turtle Island, with a slightly pitiful expression, "Did you remember anything these days?"

He asked about my heart problems: "There is nothing. Every time I try to think hard, I feel like being thrown into a bottomless pit, and I get nothing. It's too exhausting." I said frankly, "Maybe I can find some clues after I go ashore. , or just give up and live an ordinary life.” The life since I can remember may be too turbulent, and I long for stability.Even if it means I never see these two people around me again.

But for some reason, my interest in my own past is not as great as it should be, and I always feel that it should be an ordinary, not very good memory.

Maybe I'm just blindly optimistic about the future.

Afterwards, Bill found me a big tub somewhere, and said he'd used it as a tub before, and let me

I don't care.

But I knew he was just reassuring me, and although Bill was much more hygienic than the others, he was also

Not washed often.Such is the life of a pirate.

The two of us gave the bucket a hard brush together, or at least I did.

But he didn't know that after he left, I was alone for a long time.

God knows what this thing has been loaded with before. . .

I am also very helpless about my cleanliness.Maybe a little too trusting?

Bill was really considerate and found me a replacement dress, a black trimmed dress, very nice, but

It seems too gorgeous for me.

It seems that I am not interested in these.

When I saw this dress, another strange thought came to me.

"Actually, I can wear other clothes." I joked to Bill when he handed the clothes to me, "but what about this boat?

Will there be this?Could it be Mrs. Yazhai or something~"

Bill smiled honestly, but it was just a smile.

And then the thought that first made me laugh at myself now makes me stand up with chills.

I'm just a passenger, not some Mrs. Yazhai.I cleaned myself carefully, and although I always felt that it was not completely clean, I still felt better.

I went on deck and let the night sea breeze dry my hair.

They are really long, I think.

Occasionally when the wind is slightly stronger, I still like the way they fly away.

The refreshing feeling is great.

Night, it doesn't seem to be what I thought it was, it's full of stars, and it feels like it's been a long time.

The moonlight was bleak, reflecting layers of rolling waves.

It is the sea, this is an indescribable feeling, as if you are one of the waves in it, here, it is

is where you belong.

If I hadn't been on this boat, maybe I would have loved life at sea, but if I hadn't been on this boat, I might

There will never be an experience like this.

"The night is beautiful, isn't it?" A deep voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Maybe I was too quiet in my own world just now, and I didn't notice anyone approaching.

Looking for the reputation, it is JACK.

"This outfit suits you so well, it looks like..." He moved a little closer, "The ghost of the Black Pearl.

"

I can't tell if his expression is charming or what, but it looks different from usual anyway.

Maybe it was too dark, or maybe the night gave the ship an ambiguous atmosphere.

I noticed the wine bottle in his hand

"Now you are a drunkard." I used to fight back.

"Oh no no no...I mean it, you should really look at yourself." JACK looked serious, but he was still his usual self, I thought.

I looked down at myself, the black dress made my skin paler, and with the scattered black hair and the reflection of the pale moonlight, my skin was really transparent, maybe I did look a bit like a ghost.

"I just don't tan easily."

He didn't speak, but still looked at me fixedly, with emotion flowing in his eyes, I didn't dare to look.Can't see it.

"I thought you'd be more upset," he said at last. "Your dear Bill is a married man." He said the word dear lightly, as if my reaction should give him a lot of pleasure.

I'm a little annoyed, not sure why he brought this up: "Yeah, none of you told me that before, but that's just wishful thinking on your part, he's always been just like my big brother."

"Oh."

The smile in his eyes was even stronger, and he even seemed to have malicious intentions.

I suddenly had the feeling that I was cooked food, now waiting to be eaten.

too passive.

I decided to change the subject: "Do you think that seeing seagulls means that we are approaching land?" I looked at the seabirds passing by in the distance, and felt that my tone of voice was not strong enough.

"Hmmmmm..." He was noncommittal, "Brothers are starting to itch, you know, it's time for them to do some work." I couldn't believe it, I seemed to hear the helplessness in his tone.

"Oh, are you finally going to rob?"

As expected, JACK pursed his lips: "And," he shook the bottle in his hand, his eyes full of regret, "my rum keeps disappearing." With a childlike expression.

"So..." But he immediately adjusted back, "We're about to land." He got closer to me, his eyes bright, "Before then..."

He slowly approached, and I slowly backed away.

"Stop," I panicked, I don't know why he exuded an aura that I couldn't resist, "You know that men who want to get close to me will be cut off." His breath was too close to me.I started talking nonsense and forgot that I didn't have a knife.

"Oh~" He smiled, showing a golden tooth, "Yes, they are not interested in you at all now. That's just right, isn't it?"

I found that things may be in his expectation. .

A gust of wind blew, and I quickly covered my messed up hair.

"Well...~" JACK moved his nose, "You smell better than you look now~"

I wonder.

So he picked up the wine bottle in his hand and shook it in front of me, the sweet smell of wine.

It's actually very similar to the smell on my body, and I didn't notice it when I was in it.

"I used to take that barrel of rum~" he smiled smugly.

I was very angry, but I didn't know what to say, I obviously brushed it so many times.

My bath is a waste of time. .It turned out to be wine. . .

Wait, how did he know I showered in that bucket? !

"It smells so good..." His eyes flickered, a little intoxicated.

I couldn't tell if he was doing this for me, or the smell of his favorite wine.

He continued to approach me, and I was finally unable to retreat.

too close.

Close enough to see every pore in his brown skin.

I think he should be enjoying my panicked expression.

Are his eyelashes that long? The furry touches my heartstrings.

Eyes, I dare not look directly at them, they are deep and wild and full of tenderness at the moment, as if they want to invade every nerve of mine.

His facial features concealed by his scruffy attire are actually well-defined.

In addition, the one who has been smiling all the time now has a flattering and sincere mouth.

I know,

I am done.

Whether he does it with every woman or not.

But I, maybe, really fell.

Now, we long for each other.

too close,

Just when my body and spirit were about to be completely captured by his faint breath of rum.

I finally remembered what I should do.

"Your wine looks good..." I almost said it face to face with him.

"Of course," I clearly saw the trembling of his eyelashes when he looked down at me, and he raised the wine bottle.

I obediently took it and took a sip.

The sweet and fragrant taste is different from the imagined wine.

Mainly, it's what he drank.

I don't dislike him.

I smile, I wonder if there is a charming temperament?

Then, with a smile, I decisively threw his last rum overboard.

"Bang tom" I seem to be able to hear JACK's heartbreaking voice.

It's a pity, I actually fell in love with this wine too.

"Oh!" JACK screamed strangely, watching his beloved Rum fall into the sea.His posture is as if he wants to follow his lover and die in love.

He looked at me incomprehensibly, and then became angry, completely unable to see the tenderness just now.

"Maybe you should stay awake." I said this lightly.

"My God, how could you lose it, how dare you!" He frantically waved his hands here and there, occasionally brushing his gun.

my god maybe for