What a mistake......

Accidentally made a huge slip of the tongue, Lorraine frowned, and followed Henna back to the ship like a little daughter-in-law, without the slightest hint of the captain's demeanor.

Little Pierce saw that he was in a fog, and hurriedly left the job of washing the deck and ran through the gossip: "Captain, you are ......"

"Did you do 500 fencing today?"

"Huh...... It's done! ”

"Have you finished tying the knot a hundred times?"

"It's over!"

"What about swimming two kilometers?"

"I'm done!"

"Charts?"

"The homework is on your desk, and it was done last night!"

Lorraine tilted her head and glanced at the mop lying on the deck: "So it's not dark yet, and you're only left with the job of scrubbing the deck and making dinner?" ”

"Yes, sir!" Little Pierce was high-spirited.

Lorraine patted him on the shoulder encouragingly: "Very good, the training volume will increase by 20% tomorrow, remember to inform the Clen supervisor." ”

"Yes...... Huh! ”

The boat has a small, if there is a package.

Lorraine relented to little Pierce and finally decided to face the bleakness of her life.

He finds Henna at night and solemnly agrees to Henna's suggestion.

They agreed that if nothing progressed after three days, they would initiate a plan to kidnap the heir of Viscount Alfonso.

There are only sixteen words in the script, Henna tied people, Lorraine rescued, three knives and six holes, in exchange for friendship.

Early the next morning, a spirited Lorraine and Henna re-entered the port area to busy their futile and well-intentioned sales pitch.

Then, dusk......

It's still that square, it's still a tired and lost pair.

Jeep...... The Roma danced in front of the caravan with a passionate flamenco, guitars, castanets, songs, and the sound of "Haleo" that soared into the sky, as if it really had magic and could breathe life into the soul.

Lorraine and Henna were drawn over and watched quietly in front of the caravan for a long time.

It wasn't until sunset, when Lorraine flicked his fingers and threw a gold pound at the open guitar case, that the smiles returned to the faces of the two.

Lorraine bent her elbow towards Henna: "Beautiful lady, can I invite you to dinner on my ship?" ”

Henna puffed out her cheeks and grabbed Lorraine's arm and whispered, "Eat beef at night, stew Spanish beef!" ”

……

The lights are on.

Lorraine led Henna down the alley of the market to the docks, and on the way she caught a little black cat with white ears, who seemed to have been following him for a long time.

Probably...... It's been from the square.

He beckoned to the emaciated kitten suspiciously.

The little one really approached and arched Lorraine's palm affectionately with his little furry head.

Lorraine was amused by his look.

"Really, aren't you afraid that I'll kidnap you?"

"Meow."

"What do you want?"

"Meow."

"Hungry?"

Lorraine quickly sniffed his body.

He is not a fisherman, but because he lives on a boat all year round, he spends most of his time on marine fish.

If he insists on saying that there is no fishy smell on his body, he doesn't believe this kind of nonsense.

But such a faint smell that can barely smell can actually bring a cute kitten......

Or just a lucky black cat!

Is it time to run?

The superstitious little Mr. Drake absentmindedly scratched the soft white ears of the little black cat, suddenly stood up, bought a large piece of salmon from the fishing store next door, and tore it off little by little, for fear that the cute little one would choke.

The little one ate quickly, and soon ate a huge piece of fish.

"Meow."

It licked Lorraine's empty palm, rubbing, and became more and more intimate with Lorraine.

Lorraine poked its head with a laugh: "Haven't you eaten yet?" ”

"Meow."

"But I just looked, and there were only a few pieces of smoked fish left in the catch shop. You can't eat smoked fish, the little guy eats big grains of salt and will get sick. ”

"Meow."

"First...... Sir, can you let go of your white ears? ”

A timid voice suddenly came from the corner of the alley, and Lorraine saw a dirty girl, clutching her sleeves and helpless.

She looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, petite, with black hair and dark eyes.

Her goose-egg face had large, long, bright eyes, and a slightly wide mouth beneath the bridge of her nose.

This is the standard appearance of the Roma, some Indian, and very white.

It's just that most of the Roma are enthusiastic and cheerful, and suddenly such a trembling little girl appeared, with a cramped expression and a pale face, so that Lorraine did not dare to be sure of her judgment for a while.

It doesn't seem to matter, though.

Lorraine rubbed the kitten's head and asked the girl, "Is it your cat?" ”

"Yes...... Please, can you let it go? ”

"I didn't catch it, it's just hungry." Lorraine smiled and stood up.

When the kitten saw that he could no longer eat, he meowed pitifully, turned his head, and ran back into the girl's arms like an arrow.

A smile spread across the girl's face, and she said, "Thank you, sir!" ”

She bowed to Lorraine, and when she had finished her salute, she fell backwards into the shadows, and in a moment disappeared at the end of the alley, where she was nowhere to be found.

Lorraine looked at the direction where the girl disappeared and frowned slightly: "Henna, don't you think...... Are they both a little weird? ”

"Huh?" Henna was taken aback, "What's weird?" ”

"You're going to get distracted...... Lorraine laughed, "do you like that cat that much?" ”

Henna bit her lip.

"Actually, it's not all about cats, I'm just ...... Something comes to mind. ”

"The past?"

"Brother's business."

Heina's voice was a little deep, drifting softly in the night wind, and if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear it clearly.

But her expression was smiling.

"You know, after my father died, my brother and I fled to Cherbourg, and he was wounded."

"In order to heal his wounds, I worked for a long time in the tavern of the old Hansea. During the day, he helped old Hansa clean up the tavern, killed people at noon, and worked as a waiter at night, except for changing his brother's medicine, he had little time to accompany him. It was during that time that he picked up a black cat, all black, very similar to white ears. ”

"He liked it so much that he named it Romley, and he held it every day, and he tore off the meat I bought little by little and fed it like you just did, as if he was afraid that it would choke."

Henna smiled softer and said as she walked with Lorraine in the direction of the docks.

"Then I got sick. I worked like crazy for several months, and when I was about to kill someone, I often couldn't sleep for several days, and I accidentally developed a fever, almost dying earlier than my brother. ”

"What saved me was a bowl of broth......"

That day he was covered in cat blood, laughing, but tears dripped into the soup. I can't forget that scene, so until he died, I still remember the taste of that bowl of broth. It's so sour, so sour that you can't swallow it. ”

At this point, Lorraine knew that Henna's story was over.

Her voice had always been calm, calm enough to make people feel pity.

Lorraine turned around and hugged her, and Henna didn't struggle, just leaned into Lorraine's arms, listened to the sea breeze, and looked at the moon.

Lorraine asked, "Do you want to cry?" ”

"I don't want to." Henna replied crisply, "You know? The two of you are actually very similar, stubborn, smart, and brave, even the same age. ”

"But I'm not him."

"I know. It's just that once in a while, I can't help but think, if you're him...... How nice it would be. ”