A Day in the Pirate World

Except for the occasional bandits who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, they will come to this village to wander.

Not long ago, a group of pirates clashed with a group of pirates staying here, and all of them died here in the end.

During this period of time, no bandit dared to come to this small village to play wild.

Although that group of powerful pirates has been away for a while.

Near the center of Windmill Village is the tavern of Makino who grew up in Windmill Village.

It was time for lunch, and the tavern was full of busy people from the village in twos and threes.

Because Makino's cooking and wine making skills are commendable, and the price is not expensive, many working villagers like to come here to fix their five internal organs temple.

Of course, what is more important is that the proprietress is gentle and kind.

However, since a group of pirates used this place as their base, even if there were a few villagers who had any thoughts about the proprietress, they only dared to secretly put them in their stomachs.

After all, life is more important than this.

Taking advantage of the busy break, Makino behind the bar was wiping the glass with a cloth.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open by a small figure.

A little carrot head wearing a straw hat, white vest and blue shorts appeared in the tavern.

"Makino, I'm so hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

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Sailing at sea is boring.

To be precise, it is particularly boring, otherwise why would the pirates hold banquets every now and then.

For most people, only when they are drunk can they not feel too bored, otherwise they will easily have mental problems after repeating boring things day after day and looking at the same scenery.

In fact, a large part of pirates have more or less mental problems.

Bloodlust is a characteristic of many brutal pirates, and it cannot be said that it has nothing to do with their mental state.

As a just and disciplined navy, naturally it cannot be the same as pirates.

For example, on a ship now, there is an extraordinary way of pastime.

"A team of 6."

"Take care, right ten."

"Team K."

"No."

"For two, crush to death."

"Hey, old man Garp, we are in the same group, the landlord doesn't want why you want to take my card."

A group of crows flew over Mo Sen's head. What kind of teammates are these?

"Ahahaha, so we are teammates. I always thought you were the one who was more like a landlord. Or, the old man won't beat you after taking the cards back?"

"Once the card is released, it cannot be taken back Lieutenant General Garp." The navigator hurriedly interrupted this thought of breaking the rules.

"Hurry up and play the cards!" Mo Sen suppressed his anger, and silently recited the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young.

"Three with one." Karp played a card, three aces with a q.

Mo Sen's face turned dark, didn't this old guy beat him from childhood to childhood?

"No."

"Wang Bo! Shunzi, I always thought that the four aces were in the hands of one person, so I didn't dare to play the cards." The navigator was quite pleasantly surprised. It turns out that you are an undercover agent, Lieutenant General Garp.

"No way, a pair of kings can't be controlled, I will play another 7, and I won haha."

Mo Sen was shocked when he saw Garp throw down a card that was better than the landlord, what a fool you are, old man.

"I don't care, the stinky old man lost this game because of you, I won't take the blame for it, and all the notes are stuck on your head."

Mo Sen intends to renege on his debts. As a landlord, he is happy, but as a teammate, he can be tricked to death.

At this time, Garp's face has already pasted a lot of notes, of course, all of them are Mawson's masterpiece.

How dare a navigator do such a thing.

At this moment, he murmured: "Either, or this one is fine."

The old demon who had come back from a wave landed on Mo Sen's shoulder at this time, looked at the note on Garp's face and laughed like a pig: "Quack, quack, old man, you bastard."

Garp's face turned dark, and with a crash, all the notes on it fell off.

Grabbing the parrot's neck, the iron fist had already hit the old demon's head: "I want to call Your Excellency Lieutenant General, you stinky parrot!"

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, I was wrong."

The old demon resolutely confessed.

This silly parrot always forgets to eat but not to fight, and will continue to tease old man Garp later.

The cycle goes back and forth every day, but the two guys are still not happy with each other.