Pirate Forest

The blue sea and sky are connected in a line, making it difficult to distinguish the boundary between the two. There is only the vast ocean in front of you, and some seagulls flapping their wings and sailing away are particularly delicious...

Their heads were completely wrapped in white cloth, leaving only a pair of squinted eyes exposed. The sun exposure made them unable to help but lick their chapped lips. As long as a little bit of skin was exposed to the sun, they would be severely beaten. Net

Shake and shake, shake and shake...

The three people on the bumpy wooden boat were all shaken by the future. Fortunately, they survived and took the boat and supplies they had prepared long ago to escape from the island that brought them infinite horrific memories.

The compass Morgan gave to Mikiel broke down three days ago. Relying on Mikiel's calculations and Morgan's intuition, they were trapped in the endless sea and could not find any land.

Along the way, they encountered sea beasts, heavy rains, and even two waves of pirates. Unfortunately, the other party just insulted them and left, not looking down upon their little wealth at all.

"If we continue like this, we will definitely die." Morgan weakly raised his eyes and looked at the seemingly endless sea in the distance.

Hidden in the cool of the cabin, Miguel was sweating profusely and staring at the compass on his wrist. He was writing some calculation formulas over and over again in a small book, muttering "Hurry up, why is this happening?" "Such complaints and urgency.

Among the three people, only Shi Jin was the calmest. He sat in the stern of the boat with a sword in his hand, looking down on life and death like a hundred-year-old dead pine.

The bow of the boat noticed Miguel's gradually agitated behavior. Morgan sighed, lit the last cigarette and handed it to him. Miguel casually took it and took a big puff to calm down.

"Calm down, buddy, you are too anxious. Even a genius cannot find the secret to defeating nature the first time he goes to sea. This requires experience." He tried to comfort Mikiel but was obviously not convincing.

Mikel covered his head in despair and helplessness, "But we will die."

A flying fish jumped out of the water in the distance. "Yes, but everyone will die. It's not that difficult to close and open your eyes."

Facing Morgan's teasing, Miguel obviously didn't have the same spirit as before. He just grabbed his hair decadently and tore at it to find the answer. net

"It's useless to be anxious even if you calm down. Use the navigation knowledge you have always been proud of to help us defeat all this! Mikel!" Morgan said loudly.

The corners of his moist eyes slowly opened, and he raised his head slightly. He doubted himself and said, "But it's because of my wrong approach that we have fallen into this situation. In the end, it's just a child's joke and it doesn't matter." Navigation knowledge."

He looked at the vast sea and said with fear, "We know nothing about the sea."

"No, have you forgotten how persistent you have been in the past five years? Even if you don't have enough to eat, you will use the meager moonlight to calculate the weather conditions for the next day over and over again with pebbles on the ground late at night." Morgan immediately retorted. road.

"If we talk about determination, your love for the sea is definitely no worse than Shijin's love for kendo!" Everyone knows Shijin's dedication to kendo.

"That's right, as long as you are sure, go straight ahead." Shi Jin opened his eyes and said decisively.

Morgan on the bow suddenly stood up and spread his hands forward in a big hug. "Let's go, take us to the land together! Mikel!"

"Morgan..." Mikel raised his head and looked at the confident Morgan as if he was also infected, "Then let's set sail!"

"Yes, we will never fall in a place like this. Our goal is the stars and the sea!" He laughed.

The three people who regained their strength once again embarked on a journey to find land while their bodies could still move. After many twists and turns, they finally saw a black spot when they were dying.

The three people, with dry and dry hair like a head of weeds, stuck their heads out in the vicious sunlight and exclaimed excitedly, "It's an island, it's a small island, cough cough..."

Their cheeks were skinny and covered with twists and turns, and their eyes were surrounded by dark circles as they dared not sleep day and night. But now their eyes were filled with the light of hope, and their bodies that had lost their vitality were once again transformed. Birth opportunity. net

Licking their lips, they said excitedly, "Hurry, hurry up or we will die."

They had run out of food and fresh water as early as a week ago, and they had relied entirely on their tenacious will and the occasional fish they caught to support themselves until now.

My whole body felt a weak and strong feeling from the inside out. I gritted my teeth and sailed towards that black spot. The distance of the sea was deceptive. It looked very close but I didn't know how far it would take to reach it.

"Hold on! Mikey!" Mikey, who had gone on a diet in advance because of guilt, passed out. The remaining Shijin and Morgan looked at each other while suppressing the feeling of powerlessness.

The strength to raise his hands was almost gone. Morgan could only determine the direction and use a wooden stick to block the rudder. Morgan and Shijin, who were out of strength, leaned on each other on the wooden board.

The rickety wooden boat took away their strength, the sound of violent waves made their heads heavy, and their eyes gradually lost their light. At the last moment before entering the darkness, the three of them each had one thought in their minds.

Morgan: The bastard who will never stop there.

Shijin: My sword hasn't been unsheathed yet.

Mikel: Is it all my fault? Is my sailing knowledge really that weak?

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In a quiet and peaceful town, the same-looking houses are arranged neatly. Everyone's face is full of smiles on the spacious road. The conversations between neighbors, the nagging of relatives, and the play of children are all intertwined. A song about the beautiful atmosphere of my hometown.

The teenagers chased and beat each other through the streets and alleys. Behind this group was a fat teenager who was breathing heavily. His limbs were jointed like a Michelin tire baby.

His little eyes blinked, and the violent movement made his heart almost burst. He could only stop, hold on to the wall, and said out of breath, "Please... please wait... Tony …please return the bib… to me.”

A group of teenagers who stopped running at the intersection in the distance turned back and looked at the fat boy behind them with a sneer. The tall boy in the lead put on an exaggerated expression and said in a disgusting tone, "Oh my God! Our tarts." Baby Ta is still eating with such a cute bib! Hahaha! What a good boy!"

As he spoke, he also raised a yellow bib in his hand, with some trivial flowers and smiling faces woven on it. The whole thing was very neat.

"Yes, yes, I heard that his mother gave it to him. Who makes him always eat so much hahaha!"

"His belly can hold a small boat"

"It's so oily and disgusting." A pretty little girl glanced at the panting Tarta with disgust.

Tarta raised his head with difficulty and looked at his "partner" who was laughing at him. Greasy beads of sweat couldn't stop flowing from his forehead. The pounding of his heart made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

His mother made him that bib, and they were right, he ate a lot so she gave it to him so he wouldn't get his clothes dirty.

In fact, he really wanted to say that he didn't even get his bib dirty, but that was his mother's kindness that couldn't be wasted.

"Please give it back to me." He already felt like he was going to explode, and it took all his strength to say those words.

Tony held his ears with his hands and looked in the direction of Tarta, pretending to be confused and asked, "What did you say? The voice was too quiet and I couldn't hear it." He deliberately said it loudly.

Tarta's hand on the wall loosened, and he collapsed on the ground. He raised his head in despair and saw faces that were either disgusted or ridiculing. He took a breath.

"I said..." Before he could finish his words, he was kicked by Tony, and his heavy body suddenly fell on all fours like a green turtle with its back to the ground.

"Who cares what you say hahaha!" Tony laughed heartily, threw away his bib, and rubbed Tarta's bib hard with his dirty shoes.

The boys and girls around him also laughed. Tony happily hugged the pretty girl who just hated Tarta, and the group of people left the alley talking and laughing.

"We will come to play with you again. After washing your bib, we will definitely help you lose weight next time, hahaha!"

"It's amazing! As expected of a boss, he is so considerate."

"Husband, you are really kind."

Listening to the voice that pretended to be mature but childish, he sighed. He didn't know how many times this happened. From the day he could remember, or from the day he became fat, these peers had been bullying him. As a game.

Speaking of which, these people are all children from poorer families around them. Tata's family is relatively wealthy. Sometimes he wonders if it is because of this that the other person's self-esteem is stimulated and they bully him

As for why I met them, it was a complete coincidence. They lived in completely different places. Although the other party liked to come to the town to play, generally speaking, the two did not have much intersection.

But because he had no money, he went around robbing weak children. Tata saw this scene, and because he was fat, only the younger children were willing to play with him, so he rushed forward and tried to persuade him.

Naturally, the result was a severe beating. As for the robbery, Tarta never put money on him, and despite looking at him like this, he never gave the other person a penny even though he was beaten with a bruised nose and face.

Because this is what his mother told him: "Never bow to those who bully the weak."

After being beaten many times over and over again, the two sides knew each other. Every time the other party tried to rob him, he would stop him. Although he never succeeded every time, maybe after knowing that no matter how hard he beat him, it would be useless. I don't know how to use my real hands. After all, fighting is quite tiring.

Turning over with great effort, he lay on the ground staring at the dirt for a long time before regaining some strength. He slowly stood up, picked up the dirty bib and put it carefully into his pocket, and looked at the seaside with a swaying look. Go.

Every time he was in a bad mood, he would walk along the coastline, sit on the beach and watch the sea quietly, always thinking about something.

"The sea is so vast!"

No matter how much silt and yellow sand there is, it will sink into the deepest part of the sea. People can only see the beautiful scenery on the surface. The deeper scenes are far beyond imagination.

"Hmm" That seems to be a boat, is it a fisherman returning from fishing?

No, he remembered all those uncles' ships, but this ship was different.

There seems to be someone else......