Pirate Forest

"Oh, that's it. Is your boss Sinistra? Doesn't he have many mistresses? Isn't that true? I didn't expect that someone who looks so scary can be like this. Do you have any children?" Daisy was chatting seriously. Happy and excited, he raised his head from time to time and carefully recorded the stories of the pirates in a small notebook.

Bullets have not flown over their heads for a long time, and the sound of artillery has almost never been heard. It may be that those few people have completely entered the battle mode behind the coalition forces and started one man against one ship.

The long-haired man always turned his head and glanced behind him unconsciously. He was sweating coldly, his mouth was dry, and he felt uneasy on pins and needles, but Daisy had no intention of letting him go.

"Let's talk about the battle when you first became a pirate. At that time, you were only a fourteen or five-year-old child. Why did you become a pirate? Your own family also died because of pirates." In the conversation just now, She learned something about the long-haired man's past and also knew his name: Pat.

Hearing this somewhat pointed question, he instinctively resisted and did not want to answer this. For him, it was not a memory that could be easily recalled.

Perhaps in Daisy's eyes, this question is just one case among her many materials, and she may not accept it. After so many years, Pat should have gotten used to it.

But some nightmares can never be forgotten in a lifetime.

Not wanting to see Daisy and Morgan, he closed his eyes, and the clouds of the past kept popping up in his mind, but it was impossible for him to ignore the pressure brought by Morgan, and he opened his mouth slightly to spit out that heavy past.

"Yes, that's right. The pirates broke into our village when I was twelve or thirteen years old. Their group of beasts killed everyone who resisted them, and robbed the entire village of food, money and teenage women. Let's go." Pat told this past in a very soothing and powerful way. It was his darkest time.

"Less than ten people survived. All the vegetables and wheat in our land were dug up. Anything that couldn't be taken away was trampled to pieces and burned. Not a single grain of wheat was left for us."

“Hunger makes us unable to even shed tears of sorrow for losing a loved one. We want to go fishing in the sea. We think that the sea that we can see all day long contains countless seafood, and we confidently think that it is food at our fingertips. "Daisy lowered her head and was recording. When she looked up, she saw Pat with his eyes closed but tears streaming down his face.

"But if the sea is really so kind and willing to give food to every hardworking person, why are there so many pirates in this world?" He twisted his mouth and nose into a ball, and squeezed out an ugly self-deprecating face, seeming to be mocking the past. Stimulate.

"On the first day we hurriedly ran into the sea with a sharpened stick. The fishing uncles in the village were all brutally killed in the process of fighting against the pirates. Those fishing nets, fishing rods, and fishhooks They all fell into the sea.”

"Without tools, we can only sharpen the most primitive wooden sticks, stand in the sea, look at the carefree fish at our feet, and stab them."

"There was no result all day long, not a single fish was caught. We couldn't get anything except that our physical strength was exhausted below zero, and our stomachs were croaking with hunger." That was the first time he experienced the horror of hunger.

“After the houses collapsed, we had no place to sleep, so we could only make a straw bed out of dead grass. The wind was really cold at night. It was the first time that I didn’t have my mother to cover me. It’s easy for me to have random thoughts when I calm down. "As if thinking of his mother's smile, he also laughed, and the smile was very sad.

"It was so cold in the second half of the night. A few of us sat around the campfire, leaned under the big trees, and told a few jokes that were not funny at all. But as soon as we stopped, we would easily doze off. It was almost impossible to fall asleep in that kind of weather. It’s the same as passing away forever.”

"My eyelids kept fighting. I couldn't bear it anymore. I could still faintly hear their intermittent voices in my ears. After I woke up, two people died." Those two people were his cousins ​​who were not in the fifth level. When they were children, they were Hug him.

"A new day has begun. We prepared our weapons early and sharpened the forks that were somewhat worn the day before. This time we changed places and knelt on the ground to pray to God for a good harvest today."

"To show sincerity, each of us put a part of ourselves on the altar made of stones. I swear we were close to taking out our hearts and offering sacrifices to heaven." Suddenly Pat opened his scarlet eyes, filled with countless thoughts. The tiny bloodshot roared angrily like a mad beast.

"But there was nothing, not a single fish scale. Someone couldn't bear it and rushed to the deep water area and was swallowed by the king of the offshore and became its snack." He choked up and couldn't speak at one point.

"That's how we finally had a dinner on the third day. It was a fish about this size." As he spoke, he made a few gestures with his hands, which was only about the distance from his thumb to his index finger.

"For three whole days, the six of us only ate such a big fish, and for two days we barely ate a grain of rice." He shook his head as if he didn't want to mention those things again.

"Finally we got to the point where we really had to eat, but we couldn't even turn over. We only had one breath left to hold on. But we all wanted to go on, because no one wanted to die."

"So we can only focus on each other. It's all meat. It doesn't make any difference. We're just too hungry." Pat burst into tears and yelled at Daisy in front of him, seeming to be asking her if this was right.

"I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. I was so hungry that I thought the bloody meat was delicious. He just looked at me with his eyes, staring at me motionless, and even scolded me for my strength. None." As he cried, he suddenly smiled miserably. How could such an experience be experienced by other people? You can imagine

Daisy and Tartar both lowered their heads in silence and stopped writing. They needed to digest this somewhat shocking news. They had never been hungry since they were children, and of course they could not fully understand Pat's experience.

None of the other pirates had any surprised expressions. For those who are willing to go out to sea to be pirates these days, there is no one who doesn’t want to mention the past.

"Why didn't he scold me for doing such an animal thing? But he just watched himself being cannibalized by me."

"But I can't stop my mouth."

"Is this considered a despicable human instinct?"

This voice was full of despair for life but helplessness. He had done such beastly things in order to survive. How could he give up such a hard-won life?