The sea is calm.

Sparkling, smoky, clear sky, heavy scales. Occasionally, a breeze blows by, stirring up small waves.

The weather was unpredictable on the Great Voyage, but the week had been calm and good, but none of that was of any use to Wren.

In front of him is an endless ocean, and this huge sense of shock is too desperate for Wren at this moment. Lying alone on a rocky mountain, Wren had been motionless and roasted by the sun for three days, his lips and exposed skin had begun to dry and crack, and this gesture was really no better than that of a salted fish.

Already, it's been two weeks. I've eaten all the food I can eat, and if I don't survive with the little rain that has been hoarded on the rocky mountain, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on.

Yourself, maybe not suitable for going to sea, right?

Fifteen-year-old Wren thought so.

He has good skills, but he doesn't know anything about the sea. In line with the lazy belief that the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, plus because of the unfair treatment at home, he went to sea angrily. As a result, in less than a month, his little sailboat was shattered by a strange current.

Fortunately, he landed on this rocky mountain, expecting that it would not be long before a passing ship could be rescued, but it turned out to be the same as it is now.

I really underestimate this sea......

This script is not right, according to the old man, even if you put yourself in a wooden barrel, you can drift to a place where there are people, and when the time comes, as long as you rush out to burn and plunder, you can smoothly usher in the first pot of gold of the pirates......

The next thing is to burn and plunder, burn and plunder, burn and plunder, burn and plunder.

Lying on the rock face in large characters, Wren licked his chapped lips, his dark eyes staring blankly at the clouds that didn't seem to change at all, it hadn't rained for a whole week, and the hoarded rain was running out. Wren stretched out his left hand and casually carved a finger on the rock face with his index finger, recording how long he had been waiting in this damn place.

Quietly bathed in the sea breeze, recalling that he had been burning and plundering with the old man and his brothers since he was six years old, even if he was young, his hands were stained with a lot of human lives, which may be the retribution often said in his hometown.

"Retribution ......"

Chewing on these two words without emotion, Wren smiled cruelly on his still handsome face, and struggled to get up from the rock face. Looking at the vast ocean and sky, even if he was surrounded by warships with the old man in the past, he never felt a sense of despair in his heart.

"Those bug-like weaklings, talk to me about retribution......"

I had never felt such a difficult move to get up from the ground, and it took almost all my strength to stand up, and the moment I stood up, I immediately experienced a temporary dizziness of cerebral hypoxia.

Do you just die, leave home without permission, go to sea without permission, I ......

"Damn!!"

With a loud bang, Wren stepped on the rock face with one foot, shattering half of the rock mountain with one foot. Panting and watching half of the rocky mountain continue to shatter and fall into the sea, Wren, who didn't have much strength, fell back weakly and fell on the rock face.

He has given up, and at the age of fifteen, he doesn't have much time to sharpen his character to become resolute and brave, and a blow to himself may surprise many people in normal times, but now it doesn't matter.

So, what's next? Will you starve to death or go crazy first?

In any case, fifteen years is too short. Although Wren has completed achievements and adventures far beyond his peers and even adults in just fifteen years, he is only the eldest young master who nurses behind his father after all, and he gave up the desire to live without dignity when he faced a desperate situation in life for the first time.

However, if you look at it from the perspective of ordinary citizens, the sooner someone like Wren dies, the better. At a young age, he had already set sail with his father, burning, killing and looting, and staining his hands with blood. He sacked more than seven villages and towns, and had more than twenty pieces of innocent blood on his hands. Like a son of a demon, a living example of a pirate coming-of-age textbook full of evil.

Unlike most pirates who yearn for dreams and hopes and chase adventures, Wren is not interested in those things, he just repeats the looting of treasure, and then squanders it to the extreme, it is hard to imagine that at a young age he is a living scumbag model. Even if he is in the family, no one is a cruel and cold-blooded new generation like him. It is precisely because of his evil nature, which even his own people feel uncomfortable, that has led to a lot of opposition when competing for the young master. Although his family is a violent pirate group, they act more like a benevolent man, and although they also rob and kill, they are not as over-the-top as Wren.

With dark eyes staring blankly at the clouds that had barely changed, the eldest young master, who had been synonymous with evil since birth, reflected on himself for the first time.

"Boring."

This rare reflection lasted less than two seconds before being ruthlessly abandoned, and even if Wren, who was in a desperate situation, immediately changed his mind and became those so-called disgusting good people, he could not change the fact that he was about to starve to death.

Twenty-eight days on a desert island.

The peace and despair of everyday life took a small twist and turn, and a corpse crashed into the rocky mountain where Wren had flowed down the current.

Wren, who was already hungry, stared at the corpse with cloudy eyes that were no longer bright and transparent. At this moment, the corpse that was soaked in the sea and rotted, and it was impossible to tell who it was before it was born, Wren didn't even think about it. It doesn't matter if he's chasing a dream or a killing pirate, a navy that follows justice and expects peace, or an innocent adventurer......

Wren looked at the corpse and thought so......

Can you still eat it, this thing?

There's nothing to be ashamed of, at least compared to those boring guys who claim to be the supreme human being, Wren eats you even if it's a god in order to survive. Even a few days ago, he had begun to stare at his hands and feet in a daze, and he had been hesitating to eat one of his hands or feet......

And now the new menu is in front of him.

For Rennes, who is young but already full of evil, there seems to be nothing to hesitate about.

But......

Why not complete......

Looking at the corpse soaked in the sea, and even maggots began to breed inside, Wren gave up without hesitation after taking a look.

If you eat it, you'll probably die faster, either starving or going crazy, and it's terrible to die from a disease that breeds bacteria. Moreover, the expired food is so disgusting that the eldest young master Wren never eats leftovers......

Over the next few days, Wren began to talk to himself about the corpse, about his past. Although this is already crazy in the eyes of outsiders, Wren, who is alone, will not lose his ability to speak. It wasn't until the unknown corpse began to rot badly and stink that Wren struggled to pick up a rock and place it on the corpse, tie it with the corpse's clothes, and let him sink into the deep sea.

Unknown person, no matter who you were in life, since you were born in this sea of cursed dreams and hopes, it is a good place for you to sleep forever...... It's not that I dislike you for getting more and more smelly and sink you...... Absolutely not, huh.

Forty-one days on a desert island.

Wren's consciousness had begun to blur, and it hadn't rained for more than a month. Hungry to the point of delirium, Wren even drank seawater, but this was undoubtedly a sad move to hasten the time of his death.

At this moment, Wren sat motionless on the rocky mountain, using his last will to insist on smoothing the [qi] through his whole body, and maintaining the breath of life with difficulty.

I don't know how long it has been since I was stranded on a desert island.

Wren didn't have to record the mood and will of how many days had passed, his short black hair began to grow like weeds, his body and limbs were thin to the point of skin and bones, and the whole person was left to hang without dying. Sitting on a small rocky mountain, his eyes staring blankly at the boundless sea.

Several high tides a few days ago had caused most of the rocky mountain he was on to be shattered by the sea, and he was almost swept into the sea. It seems that there is still an option for his death list to be swallowed by the sea......

"Ah......h

With a meaningless sound, Wren now no longer even had a sense of despair, calmly waiting for his lonely demise.

The sea is really awe-inspiring.

The endless sea level, the cool sea breeze on your face, and the warm sun of your body and mind. Wren felt surprisingly comfortable and comfortable now, and his slightly open eyes slowly closed, so that he could calmly welcome the arrival of death.

At the last moment of his gaze, what shone in Wren's eyes was the blue sea that he hated so much and the barrels that floated in the distance at sea level......

"Huh?"

Wren looked at the barrel that floated towards him with the waves, and sighed at the evil of heaven towards him. Always teasing himself at the moment of his own despair, for example, now, he gave up his life and reborn the hope of life because of that broken wooden barrel.

So, is the broken barrel full of water and food, or is it empty, or is it ......

Wren, who seemed to be calm, but in fact had no extra strength to express his emotions, could only watch the wooden barrel drift towards the rocky mountain where he was, and when it approached, he finally fished up the broken wooden barrel.

It took all of Wren's strength just to get the barrel up, and he lay on the rock face for more than half an hour panting before he regained a little strength.

The barrel was sealed, and Wren could normally break the lid with a single punch, but now he had to take a sharp stone, and chisel the lid with weak hands and feet.

"Yes...... Evil ......"

Wren had never felt so powerless, struggling so ugly for an ethereal and pitiful hope. With great effort, he finally chiseled a small hole in the barrel, and when he saw the contents of the barrel, he thanked God for the first time in his life......

Inside the barrel was a bucket full of fruit.

Although more than half of the fruit has long since rotted, it has little to do with Wren who is in a desperate situation. This bucket of fruit is probably made by a seaside town to sacrifice something like the god of the sea. These kinds of things are either eaten by the sea kings or sink to the bottom of the sea, so it's really time to thank the gods for being able to let Wren encounter like this.

Resisting the urge to feast, Wren took out a rotten fruit and took a gentle bite......

A deadly bitter taste instantly destroyed Wren's taste buds, causing his parched stomach to twitch and the urge to vomit. But all this was endured by him, he would die if he vomited it, and he would die if he ate too much, no matter what, it would cause the stomach to rupture, and then the stomach acid would corrode the internal organs, and then bleed and infected and died......

Alive...... It's hard......

It was the first time in his life that he had eaten such an unpalatable thing, and the first time in his life that he had encountered such a painful experience, all of which made Wren feel sad, and even this evil party who had done all kinds of bad things since he was born shed unwilling tears.

Even so, these half-rotten fruits only lasted Wren for less than a month. Even because of eating these rotten fruits, he suffered from a lot of diseases, and his face became worse and worse. And in the process, several rains that should have been timely made his situation worse.

Finally, Wren, who was motionless, fell.

The dark eyes opened weakly, Wren had lost the ability to think, and he couldn't even analyze who he was and why he was here.

The sky is still the same sky, the sea is still the same sea, everything seems to be so eternal and beautiful, but there will be no more me......

The light was about to be lost, and Wren's eyes could no longer reflect the light, but it was only because someone was blocking his view.

With the sun's rays behind him, the tall figure looked at Wren condescendingly.