It was an unimaginably large wooden sailing ship that did not look like it would be able to sail to England at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoQuite old, long since washed away by the sea, the flag of the 18th-century British Navy flutters at the top of the mast. Dio could probably guess the old man's identity, and Yuru followed the old Yorkie stiffly and boarded the ship at his beckoning.

"Who is the king of England now?"

Old York took off his coat and went down to the cabin shirtless, and his sturdy body without fat pushed the winch alone to retract the anchor, which made Dior feel a little incredible.

"Elizabeth I. ”

Yuru followed Dior to the cabin and looked at the messy array of items. The rich fishy smell mixed with a strange smell rushed into the tip of her nose, making her almost throw up, and Dior frowned, the ship hadn't been cleaned decently in some time, and it was not difficult to imagine his usual life when he thought of Old York's life and what he looked like when he met his beloved.

"Elizabeth? ”

The huge anchor was pulled back to the side of the ship by the old man's hard pull, and he laughed, revealing a tooth that was missing.

"Little girls, though I don't know why you would rather come to the fishing village to find us fishermen with little skills, than to board a big boat for a few days, but since you say you want to go back to England, I will give you a ride. ”

"Thank you very much, Grandpa York..."

Yuru seems to have changed back into the well-behaved girl, but her expression makes people have to worry about her physical condition.

"This ship... Can you drive to Douglas?" Dior held on to the crumbling Yuru, and she couldn't help but ask Old York worriedly.

"What are you kidding, little girl, this ship was Navy No. 1, which personally escorted the King of England back then, and now it looks like this tattered..."

Before Old York's words could be finished, a large number of footsteps suddenly came from outside the cabin, Dio estimated slightly, the number of people was about eight, maybe more, she frowned slightly, and pulled out her gun.

But old Yorke suddenly curled up close to her, shook his head at her, and whispered:

"Little girl, don't get excited, I'll solve it, you take this girl to hide. ”

As he spoke, Old Yorke took three steps and two steps with his rifle on his back, skillfully climbed the stairs, and leaped out of the cabin, his vigorous posture making people wonder if he was really an old man in his old age.

"You Irish dogs, old York is going to throw your head into the sea today to feed the fish!!"

"Wait a minute, old gentleman, we are policemen, I want to ask you one thing, it is said that there is a girl who seems to be fifteen or sixteen years old, and a girl of about thirteen years old came to the fishing village, do you know anything?"

The voices of old York and someone came into the cabin, and after Yuru drank a little water, his face improved a little, and he and Dior hid in the cabin's bedroom, but the sound of conversation on the top was still clearly audible.

"So what, you're not welcome here, and I don't see any little girls. ”

“... There's no way around that, search this place thoroughly..."

The answer was the shotgun shot, Dior and Yuru were both shocked, neither of them expected that Old York would shoot so decisively, in fact, Old York just shot at the sky.

"Search, what about the search warrant, take it out and take a look! If there is, Lao Tzu will let you fucking search it?"

"You're attacking the police. The officer on the other side frowned.

"Attacking the police? abusing his power to trespass into Lao Tzu's private sailboat, even the Queen of England is not qualified to do so! Do you understand? If you understand, get out of Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu does not welcome Irish people here, especially you Irish dogs who squat in front of other countries and wag their tails!"

"You!"

"Don't say it, let's go," the officer shook his head, stopping his men from talking, "Don't be embarrassed here." ”

Come and go quickly, and if something really happens here, it's the policemen who are in trouble, and the officers know that very well. There's no need to die for those foreigners, and there's no need to be their thugs.

As soon as the policemen had left, Old York put away the ladder of the boat that had been set up in the harbor and untied the ropes of the sails.

"Queen Bailey, set sail now!!"

As if expecting something, the old man carried a shotgun on his back and hoisted his sails.

For many years, he and this ship were abandoned here, and now, he is heading for his homeland.

Yuru's face was still not very good, and when she thought of going to take the boat, Dio bought seasickness medicine at a pharmacy in Ireland, and after feeding Yuru to eat, the girl fell asleep deeply.

Back on deck, Dior saw old York at the helm, with his skillful movements, watching the bow of the ship swaying with the waves, the ship moving slowly, and the low roar of the engine coming from the inside of the cabin, but he didn't expect this wooden sailing ship to carry such a thing.

"That's what I asked an old friend to change before I made money selling fish," said Old York, gesturing to the electronics in front of the rudder, "By the way, let him help get this boat, although it looks tattered, it's no problem to run twenty or thirty knots, and the fuel was stockpiled some time ago,"

“... I don't think you're justified enough to help us, you're not going back here?"

Christian Dior sat on the stairs next to the helmsman's seat.

"I just want to go home," said old York, "and at last I will die on English soil, don't you understand, little girl?"

Staring at the penetration, Old York's gaze had already gone beyond the bow of the ship, over the waves, over the vast expanse of the sea, and saw where he had always wanted to go.

"Yes, I don't understand," Dio shook her head, feeling the handle of her gun at her waist and thinking back to her past, "I don't have a place where I want to 'go back.'" ”

"Then why did you help that girl? You don't look like you're all the way," Old York snorted, and asked impatiently, "you can't see your own eyes, but I tell you, it looks bad, like those Irish dogs." If that girl says that I want to take you to England, and I say no, you will be the first to pull it out and put it on my old bony head. ”

“......”

"So, let me ask you again, why did you help that little girl? You are not a good person, she may have any identity worthy of your help, but what else? If that little girl has no identity, will you still help?"

"No, it won't. Dior replied in the affirmative.

"Yes, the virtue of honesty," said old York, foaming at the mouth, "you don't seem so bad." ”

“... Huh?" the girl looked at the old man for some reason, "If you look at people so accurately, you'll know that I'm not a helpful guy." ”

"A guy who speaks ill of himself and doesn't lie, if not good, isn't so bad, the captain of this ship told me before. ”

Old York didn't say anything convincing, but said, 'Somebody told me that.'

"Then he must have never met someone like me, right?" the girl smiled lightly, revealing a twisted smile that was still maliciously, "If she is useless, I will leave her behind as soon as possible, and so will you." Maybe in order to keep my whereabouts from being revealed, I'll kill you as soon as I get ashore, do you think I'm not a wicked person?"

"A guy who wholeheartedly believes in someone who has been meeting for less than two hours is a fool, and there is trust before betrayal. ”

Old York took his pipe out of his pocket and put it in his mouth, but there was no tobacco in it, and he said, looking at Dior mockingly.

"Isn't it possible that you are the kind of good person who feels that there is a difference between "helping others for a certain purpose" and "helping others wholeheartedly"?

“......”

"I, ah, can make a mountain of those who have been killed," said old York, holding the tiller with one hand and holding the pipe in the other, "and lived to be more than eighty years old, and his body and bones were unimaginably good, and there was no sign of death." What the priest in the church said about doing good deeds and helping others seems to me to be bullshit, and the same is true of the sect called "karma" that came by ship from the Ming Kingdom. ”

"You're a soldier. Dio lowered her head, pinching the brim of her beret and trying her best to suppress it to cover her eyes.

"Yes, it's a 'fucking' soldier, a non-believer, who goes around with the king, whether it's an unarmed civilian, an enemy who kneels and begs for mercy, all I know is to shoot, then aim, shoot. ”

Old York kept cursing something, but the girl didn't quite understand who he was trying to express her displeasure to.

The old man had spent forty years at sea, and he knew the depths of the ocean, and he still did not know all about it.

"Even if I am such a villain, God has not punished me in any way, so that I can live this garbage until now. I have been fighting with this ship since the beginning of its service, and then fishing, and forty years ago I was a devout Catholic, and now I understand that these things are of no use at all. Now that Lao Tzu is almost over this life, it doesn't matter if he goes to hell or anything, I want to go home, it's as simple as that. ”

He slammed the pipe to the ground, and the pipe, which was related to the old man, was about to touch the ground, but the next moment, a hand caught it steadily, and Dio took the pipe in his hand and wiped it with his sleeve.

"Let me ask you again, if that girl didn't have the identity you imagined, would you still help her?"

"It's the same a few times. ”

Dio held up his pipe, which was glazed on the outside of the wooden pipe.

"No, it won't. ”

"You're a hopeless villain. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. ”