Summoner of Pirate World

Tabrok is a small island located on the edge of the East China Sea.

Because of its remote location and sparse crowds, it is not even listed on nautical charts.Only the residents of the island know that there is such a small island in this remote place, and that it is their hometown.

The island is peaceful, with no war, no famine, no displacement, and no wantonness.

Some are just stable, harmonious, and comfortable for decades.

Generation after generation, they grew up laughing, married and had children, and their children remained the same.Repeating the monotonous and mediocre life of his parents.

And I don't know when, the young people in the village began to get tired of this kind of life, and yearned for the dangerous but colorful world outside.

On one side of the island is a beach. The sand has been washed countless times by the sea water, and reflects a bright golden color under the sunlight.

In the sky close to the sea, a white light and shadow passed quickly, sometimes swooping, sometimes rising, like a flying arrow, and like a nimbly swimming dragon.

It is so fast that it is difficult to catch it with the naked eye.

This is a swan, a bird that belongs exclusively to the border areas of the East China Sea. It is famous for its speed that can be compared to teleportation.There are countless people who want to tame it, but because of its rarity and extremely fast speed, few people can encounter and capture it.

嗖

Suddenly, he heard the sound of breaking wind, and a small black shadow rushed out at an incredibly fast speed.In a matter of milliseconds, he was already a hundred meters away.There was an afterimage in the air, as if it was being rubbed into sparks.

They are free, they are wanton, they are like white lightning on the sea level, unrestrained.

It holds its head high, its eyes are firm, and its posture is proud.So free and so proud.

Snapped

Suddenly I heard a soft sound, and when I looked again, the swan that was flying freely just now had fallen from the sky and fell straight on the beach. It rolled its eyes and stuck out its tongue, as if it was dead.

At the same time, a black marble fell beside him, making a small crater on the beach.

If you look closely, you will see that on the right wing of this swan, several feathers have been deformed, and a small crater the size of a marble is dented in it.

Apparently, it fell down after being hit in the wings by the marble.

sha~sha~

This is the sound made by sand being squeezed and rubbed by heavy objects.

A man walked slowly towards this side with steps that were not very light.

He was dressed casually, in khaki color with a few red patches on his shirt.There was also a worn-out cowboy hat on his forehead.

There were many hanging ornaments dangling from the hem of his clothes, making jingling noises as he moved around.

This outfit really gives people the feeling of a western cowboy.

The strong and well-proportioned figure, the rough and strong hands, the weathered face, and the fine stubble on the face all give people a feeling of being full of stories.

It would be better if his head could be smaller.

At least, this cowboy hat full of stories will not look so small or so obtrusive.

"Butou, your mother called you home for dinner." A young voice sounded from a distance, interrupting the man who was immersed in his own BGM.

"" The young man responded impatiently: "I know."

Then, with seemingly frivolous steps, he walked to the swan, picked up the scattered marble, and carefully put it into the pocket on his waist.

His eyes fell on the swan.

I saw its eyes rolled up, its mouth open, its little tongue hanging down from the side, its two red calves kicking upright, and it was motionless when the wind blew over, looking like it could never die again.

The swan is as fast as lightning and difficult to catch.He has a strong character and would rather break than bend.

There are very few records of swans being captured in history, and there are no records of swans being tamed.

All swans that have ever been captured will commit suicide at the moment of being restrained to protest against the deprivation of freedom.

And because they have a unique talent for committing suicide, all captors are helpless.No matter how strong you tie it or use your power to bind it.

As long as it wants to, it only takes a moment to detonate its heart and spray out a stream of blood arrows from its chest to smear you in the face.

No freedom, rather death

Perhaps it is their overly rigid character that has allowed them to thrive to this day and are on the verge of extinction.

The young man's eyes were very complicated. After a long time, he sighed quietly, as if he was sighing.Then he kicked the swan.

The dry sand was lifted up by the big leather shoe, and at the same time, the swan that was supposed to be dead flew up.

It was seen flapping its wings rapidly, narrowly dodging the kick, and then kept its body in the air. It called out "gugu" twice and pointed to its injured wing with its mouth.Judging from his expression, he seemed a bit dissatisfied.

"What are you looking at? I asked you to come out and play for a while. Are you being wild? Do you know what time it is?" The young man's voice was low and majestic, with a murderous aura.

"Stare" at the swan.

"Try to take another look."

"Gugu." Big head.

The young man's eyes widened instantly and he rushed towards the swan.

"Damn it, why don't you talk politely? How dare you call me a nickname? See if I don't shave you off and serve you as a side dish today."

A man and a bird were playing on the beach. Suddenly, the young man stopped and turned his eyes towards the sea level.

The sea breeze blew gently, floating a lock of hair on the side of his face.

He frowned slightly, and two rays of light shot out from his tiger eyes.

"Cuckoo" the swan also flew over, hovering next to him, cooing, as if saying something.

"Something must be coming, I heard the sound of sails." The young man said.

"Cuckoo"

"Yes, this should be a rare opportunity, you must seize it. Also" the young man paused.

"Koooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......"..."

"Also, don't think that this will prevent me from pursuing you for calling me a nickname." The young man held the two feet of the swan with one hand, and started fighting with the swan's wings with the other hand.

"Gugu" big head

"How dare you scream"

The sails were fluttering, and they were moving forward slowly on the sea with the help of wind.

This is a very leisurely process, and the helmsman only needs to adjust the course according to the compass from time to time.There's still plenty of time left to drink and even take a nap on the smooth sailing.

In the dream, there is a mountain of treasures, and his majestic figure will sit on a jeweled throne, with the most beautiful girl beside him gently fanning him, and endless admirers kneeling and worshiping him at his feet.

Under the spotlight.

As long as I am not reprimanded by the captain, this dream will last for a long time.This is the normal state of life at sea.

Fight for your life when you are in danger, and be at ease when you are calm.

If, it can always be like this