Pirates: My Absolute Justice

He rowed like crazy. "There must be no accident."

Docking, Bacchus had no time to tie up the boat, and immediately ran to the village.

"Uncle Nuoqi..." At the entrance of the village, Uncle Nuoqi was lying in a pool of blood, holding a hoe tightly in his hand, with a hideous wound on his neck.

Bacchus was dumbfounded, and moved forward like a walking dead.

It's just that every time I take a step, the hope in my heart becomes less and less, and the light shining on me seems to be... dissipating...

There are dead bodies all around, the earth is stained with blood, and the village is in a mess.Everyone held a weapon tightly in their hands, and he seemed to be able to hear those helpless screams and feel the despair before death.

Bacchus walked numbly, and finally, he saw his parents.

But he didn't see Hannah.Maybe... she's still alive!

Bacchus cheered himself up with this ridiculous fantasy in his heart.

At Uncle Nuoqi's house, that hope and that beam of light...disappeared.

Haina was lying on the bed in ragged clothes, her neck was twisted by someone, and her body was covered with wounds from blunt knives. Her peach blossom eyes were no longer bright, and her cheeks were covered with tears.

The girl who loves to laugh, will never laugh again.

I can no longer see the dimples that can laugh.

I can no longer watch the gorgeous sunset with you.

Bacchus held his girl in his arms, held her cold hand, and found that she was holding a conch in her hand.

Bloody powder.

He couldn't cry.He just held her girl tightly in his arms.

don't want to be separated.

He wanted to talk to her, but he suddenly couldn't speak, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

He hates.

Hate myself for leaving.

Hate this era of great pirates.

I hate myself even more for being powerless.

Bacchus took a shovel, and that was the last thing he could do.

He went outside the village, dug one hole after another, and buried the villagers one by one.

He dug and buried pits repeatedly, his hands were rubbed with blood blisters, and the blood blisters burst again, staining the shovel red.

Only when he feels pain and exhaustion can he feel alive.

.........

At another dawn, Bacchus finally buried the villagers.

Only Henna remained.

He wants to see the sun with her one more time, in their old place.

Bacchus carried Henna to the beach. Unexpectedly, those dark clouds blocked the sun behind him, and boundless fog rose from the sea.

Bacchus said softly to Henna in his arms:

"I'm sorry, my girl, we can never look at the sun together again."

"Unexpectedly, I still left you"

"I'm such a...asshole."

Bacchus buried Henna on this beach.

In China, people say, "It's safe to be buried in the soil"

This time, I really want to say goodbye.

Bacchus kisses Henna on the cheek one last time.

"I really want to see your dimples again."

Bacchus covered Henna with sand bit by bit with his hands.

When the sand completely covered Henna, Bacchus knew that her girl would never come back.

In the mist, Bacchus looked at the boundless sea, took out the blood-stained pink conch, and put it on the palm of his hand to examine it carefully.

He groped around suddenly and found a cigarette.

He stole a cigarette from his father and was always reluctant to smoke it.

Light up the fire, and a little spark flickers in the mist.

Bacchus took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

There is a heart-piercing sadness hidden in the lonely back.

"I still want to eat your fried rice with seafood and eggs."

A tear flowed down the boy's face.

He still didn't hold back.

He choked, took another deep breath, and coughed choked by the smoke.

Tears could not stop flowing down.

"Pirate!" he shouted to the sea.

"I will definitely kill you all!"

"You dregs of your time!"

...

"Colonel Smoker, a small island is spotted ahead."

On the naval warship, Smoker was smoking a cigar, and a navy soldier reported in front of him.

"Oh, let's go get some supplies, it just so happens that the food has run out."

...

Bacchus wiped away his tears, ahead, a warship passed through the fog and stopped in front of the beach.

"Hey, boy, do you have food here? Our navy can double the purchase."

Smog breathed out smoke, and walked up to Bacchus with a few marines.

Bacchus shook his head.

"The village here was destroyed by pirates, and I am a survivor."

Smoker stubbed out his cigarette and became serious.

"Skinny, which group of pirates are you? I'm sorry, our navy has failed in its duty."

Bacchus looked at Smoker seriously, he remembered that Smoker was a smoke fruit capable person and served in the East China Sea.

Now he has no strength, and only by joining the navy can he have the possibility of revenge.

"I want to join the navy. As for the pirates, they are Klick's gang."

Smoker patted Bacchus on the shoulder.

"Justice will not be absent, and I will help you join the navy."

Bacchus let out a foul breath, looked at the pink conch in his hand, and said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I will end this era."

Chapter 3 Hard work will pay off

Navy Headquarters, Marin Vanduo, Military Academy Field.

Uniform teams lined up on the school grounds, young and young girls are so immature.

Only one figure was out of place with the surroundings, because he was a head taller than the surrounding 12-year-old ghosts.

"Listen up, everyone. I am your instructor, Zefa, and I will train you for three months."

"After March, some of you will enter the elite class, some of you will enter the ordinary class, and some of you who can't be in the navy will be sent home."

A purple-haired man wearing sunglasses waved a huge mechanical arm and said loudly.

"Ex-admiral Zefa." Bacchus looked at him.

"Run around the playground now until you're exhausted!" Zepha yelled.Many people trembled when they saw this three-meter-high figure.

"Run quickly, haven't you eaten yet?"

"Is this all you can do? How can you enforce justice like this!"

One lap is one kilometer, and Bacchus in his previous life had never even run five kilometers!

Running is the most will test the will, the weakness of the legs, the lack of oxygen in the brain, your brain will tell you from time to time:

"Stop it, it's too tiring."

Such was the case with Bacchus.

His physique was very poor, he was the first to rush out and was soon overtaken by a group of little kids.But he is four or five years older than these children!

On the third lap, Bacchus was one lap behind, his legs were as heavy as lead, his lungs were burning, his chest was like a bellows, and every breath was like death.

But he likes the pain again.He needs this pain to anesthetize himself.

Soon, he was last.

He didn't give up and swung his legs desperately.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

Many people have fallen, but he is still running.

As if to bet his life.

Although he didn't know how many laps he fell, although he had no strength, although he didn't know if he could become a navy...

But he knew that as long as he kept running... it would be fine.

"Teacher Zefa, what do you think of this brat?"

Smoker, smoking a cigar, saluted Zepha.

"At his age, no matter how hard he exercises, he won't achieve much in the future."

Zefa put his arms around his chest, saying with some regret.

"Ah, but, he is already homeless."

Smoker looked at Zefa beggingly.

Zefa remained silent, looking at the lonely back of Bacchus on the school field.

"We still lack some miscellaneous soldiers."

Smoker exhaled. "Teacher, thank you very much."

"This brat has good perseverance, what a pity."

Zefa sighed.

a long time.

On the school field, everyone was exhausted, only one person was still running.

Bacchus' eyes were blank, his head felt empty, and his legs seemed to be moving by themselves, but he was still speeding up bit by bit.

Bacchus saw the setting sun that he and Hannah often watched in front of him.

And Henna was on the beach full of memories, the wind blew her blue hair, she put the fluttering blue hair behind her ears, and waved to him.

He saw that familiar dimple.

He saw it, his girl.