Age of Pirates

People always look forward to going back to the past, because by going back to the past, they can make up for their regrets.

People also yearn for the beginning of their second life, because these people are losers in their own world.

Only losers will yearn for their own second world.

Huang Feng has admitted that he is half a loser, because his 30 years of life seemed to be colorless in the end.

There were no good memories in his memory, and of course, there were no heart-wrenching shadows either.

Blandness, this is the explanation for his 30 years of life. Some people say that being bland is a blessing, but he did not realize that, because being bland to the extreme means that he has no plan for his life.

There is no resentment or hatred. Huang Feng's extremely ordinary life brings numbness to life.

If days like this continue, maybe one day he will realize that ordinary life is a blessing.

Unfortunately, until now, he still has not understood it, so he regards the novel as a manifestation of his second life, imagining his own second life, and treating it as a solace for his spirit and soul.

In his mind, days like this would continue, but when he woke up today and saw a young face that was not his own in the mirror, making tentative sounds, Huang Feng was a little confused.

After being stunned, Huang Feng sat quietly in the drafty room, unable to explain what it was like.

Time travel is a highly discussed topic. Huang Feng has never thought about this topic because he knows what he can do after time travel.

Not everyone can adapt to the new life. The process of adaptation is a survival of the fittest, where the winners take all and the losers perish.

The fused memories, and the occasional mouse that cautiously walked through the corner of the room, told him that compared to his previous ordinary life, his current situation seemed to be worse.

Raymond Douglas, his new name, is a young boy who is only 16 years old but lives a very hard life.

In his memory, Douglas had never left this small town with a population of several thousand people. He wanted to go out and have a look, but he had no money.

Without money, there is no boat, and without a boat, there is no way to get out of the small island surrounded by the sea.

He thought about going out with the merchant ship team to have a look, even if he could make a living on the ship.

But it turned out that his decision cost him his life.

Although the body of a 16-year-old was malnourished, his physical strength and talent allowed him to get his wish and get a job as a merchant ship's boy. Unfortunately, not long after the merchant ship he followed went to sea, he encountered pirates.

In a bloody fight, the merchant fleet was almost wiped out.

I don’t know whether Dougla was lucky or not. During an attack, he jumped into the sea and passed out due to his water properties.

Following the current, he drifted to the waters of the island, where he was rescued by a fisherman on the island and returned to his little nest.

In a daze, Dougla's life passed by like this.

He had no money, so no one took him to the small town hospital.

He was able to return to the den because of the kindness of a few familiar neighbors in the town, because after the fisherman brought him back, he saw that he was no longer alive.

The passing of his life did not alarm anyone. The few familiar neighbors felt pity for him at most because they had nothing to do.

Maybe after his body becomes cold, stiff, and finally becomes a corpse, those guys will find him a cemetery that belongs to him.

The cold sea breeze woke him up from his memories. He reached out and tugged at the clothes he was wearing. He felt a little warmer and took a long breath.

His weak body made every movement a huge burden for him. He reluctantly rubbed his stiff body and felt a little warmer. Then he used half of the mirror in the room to carefully examine the body that now belonged to him.

Thin, very thin, and his malnourished body made his face look even paler. In his memory, he had never had enough to eat.

The town does not have many resources, and even the limited resources have been divided up.

An orphan like him cannot share in the benefits. Even as a fisherman, the price of a fishing boat puts him far away from the fishermen.

He worked hard, and because of his physical strength talent, he made some money for a period of time, but as soon as he got the money, it was plundered by the gangs in the small town and nothing was left.

The bad environment made it difficult for him to take the first step, thus falling into an increasingly difficult cycle.

"It's such a bad environment," murmured, and from now on Dougla shook his head and sighed, shaking his head slightly.

It is foreseeable that his subsequent recovery will be very difficult, because eating enough is a problem, and there is no recovery.

What's even worse is the bad environment outside the town, belonging to the sea.

Pirates, the Navy, the World Government, the Celestial Dragons, all the names that were mentioned in his memory, all told him that he had arrived in the world of the Pirate King.

In this world that interprets the so-called freedom, it is covered with fighting, bloody fighting.

The town is not safe, as evidenced by the merchant ship encountering pirates. Who knows that pirates will come here one day.

How many so-called pirates yearn for freedom? Most of them have contempt for life. Any disagreement will lead to a fight. This is the truth.

Although Dougla does not have much ambition, the way of survival such as placing his life on luck still makes him feel depressed from the soul.

The cold sea breeze blew in through the loophole again, and Dougla subconsciously looked for the kindling put aside, gathered the scattered wood, and then lit a fire.

The warm firelight made him feel better, but the cramps in his stomach made his facial muscles twitch.

Hungry, this was how he felt. He looked around and finally found some bread in a corner.

The defective bread entered his mouth, and he endured the bad dryness in his mouth. After devouring it, he felt a little better.

The replenishment of food gave him some strength, and he searched for other food in the room one after another. After sorting it out, he ate them all.

He didn't know how he would live tomorrow. Anyway, the feeling of hunger left in him now told him that if he didn't eat, he would die of hunger next.

Feeling much more comfortable, Douglas fell asleep again in the warmth from the fire. The cold wind was still blowing. Who knew that the people in this room felt like they were in another world?

The next day, Douglas woke up from a daze. When he saw the light belonging to the sun, he grinned, stood up slowly, then opened the door and walked out.

Several of his neighbors have not returned yet because they have to go hunting in the mountains behind the town to see if they are lucky enough to get enough food for the winter.

Walking out of the door and looking at the dilapidated streets and houses, he knew that this was the edge of the town and belonged to poor households.

Breathing in the cold and smelly air, Douglas took a long breath and walked out step by step.

The environment was very bad, but he needed an intuitive understanding instead of relying on memory as reality.