As the day approached, the craftsmen on the ship went ashore one after another.

The Tarzan is about to anchor.

Xu Si and Guo Ying walked out of the captain's room and said, "Gather everyone!" ”

"Alright, let's carry out the mission!"

Meng Haida helped.

These two were tough and majestic, as if they were the supreme commanders of the ship. But the real commander, Yongchang, has not shown up until now.

This is a common thing on ordinary merchant ships, because the ship does not need to be commanded by the captain when it sets sail for departure, it is the business of the pilot. All they had to do was sit in the captain's quarters, and in fact they were already like this, in the captain's quarters, they were talking goodbye to their loved ones until they got into the dinghy and left the ship with the pilot.

"Hey, let them come to the top of the boat, these sons of a bitch!"

Guo Ying urged the people who were a little lazy and lazy.

"Tear down that shed!"

This order is as important as "anchoring", and this is the case every time the "Tarzan" sails.

"Turn the winch, lift the anchor! Fast! Fast! ”

This is the third command.

Three orders, everyone got busy.

As the winch turned, the iron anchor was slowly pulled up from the water. Meng Haida stared at the process intently, humming a poignant tune in his mouth.

The sailors were singing, too, but not a bleak parting song, much less a hymn, but a song about a girl in some harbor.

Xu Si is standing at the stern of the boat now, he is not singing, he is constantly yelling, making people worry that the ship will let him scold and sink before the ship leaves the port!

Sandezi leaned on the side of the boat and naturally wanted to rest, but before he could come back to his senses, he was kicked hard in the ass!

"Bastard, is that what you do on a ship?"

Xu Si scolded at him, and immediately twisted towards the other sailors, roaring unrelentingly.

"Twist, stupid!"

"Hang, you, you slacker, hang!"

He walked as he spoke, his feet landing on almost everyone's butts.

In Haida's singing, in the shouting and scolding of Xu Si, the "Taishan" lifted anchor, hoisted its sails, and sailed onto the desolate sea.

It was the middle of winter, and the ice bar on the side of the ship, like a row of large white tusks, shone cold in the moonlight.

The waves roll, far from the comfort of the island of the wicked, the green and fluffy forest. The pirates also have their own sacred places in their hearts.

Mingjing Lake, the waves are everywhere, although the cold sea is biting, but thinking of the beautiful Mingjing Lake, Yongchang still feels a sense of relief in his heart.

Spring was hazy, everything was revived, and the illusion of the warbler flying and the grass growing appeared in his mind, making him sink into an incomparably sweet longing or memory.

The sea's chest widened, Xu Si mechanically picked up a rope head, tied it to the mast, and then grabbed Guo Ying's hand violently, looking at his buddy with a complicated expression.

Haida's attitude has always been philosophical, but at the moment his eyes are also full of tears.

After a period of panic and busyness, the two of them gradually calmed down, and Haida said in an extremely firm tone, "It's time for us to go!" Say goodbye, old ladies! The dinghy came up. ”

"Hey, turn the mast again!"

"Goodbye!"

"May the sea god bless you!"

"Let's go, don't always hook up with women!"

Xu Si urged them: "That's enough, don't tremble, let's go!" ”

The damp sea breeze swept through the air with a few seagulls, and they shouted a few times, and with the big boat, they rushed into the vast ocean.

In the middle of the winter night, the bow of the Tarzan viciously split the icy waves and sailed into the boundless darkness.

At the helm turned out to be Fat Dun!

Oh my God, he barely stayed on shore! has just escaped death, and now he has embarked on this unknown journey without hesitation.

Could it be that the land will burn his feet?

No, the incredible things in the world are done silently. The noisy are insincere, and the deepest remembrance is also in the form of a tombstone. Here, our little section can be counted as an epitaph dedicated to him!

He is like a ship that has gone to sea, destined to spend his life at sea.

There is a harbor of warmth and comfort, tranquility and happiness for him, which is kind and attractive to all mankind, where he can receive kind care and meticulous help.

However, he was destined to enjoy and even look at all this for a short time, and his life in the sea.

Of course, there are times when the harbor is not cute, and that is when the wind blows. All the ships are very afraid of their kind invitations, and if you are not careful, let them rub a little bit of the ship's bones, and it will be all over.

At this time, you have to do everything in your power to pull the sails and turn the rudder, avoid the strong suction of the land, and fight against the strong wind to throw yourself into the arms of the crazy sea once again.

At this moment, the ship's rescuer is their most dangerous enemy!

Fat Dun may have a deep insight into this, he knows that his life's work is to keep the ship in the sea, so that the boat can move freely in the sea; The evil force of the universe that put on a sweet face, the power that pulled him towards the lifeless land of death, was something he always had to resist.

It is a shame to hide from the rolling waves, the vastness of the sea, like an inscrutable God, a moody philosopher, and only the crawling fools hide in the downwind, on dry land.

Fat Dun is exactly the warrior people expect! His efforts will not be in vain, and his relentless struggle will pay off.

Yongchang hopes that his subordinates will be brave, lift their spirits like Fat Dun, and move forward bravely!

Pirates were believed to be part of the slaughtering industry, with their hands stained with blood and the filth and stench of the slaughterers.

Actually, people don't feel that way anymore for those who kill their kind, and they call the murderers generals.

Compared to those corpse-smelling battlefields, the slippery decks of pirate ships are many times cleaner! The soldiers who wielded the weapons of murder were greeted warmly when they returned to the rear, and the reception in the meat grove wine pool made them dazed.

However, if they were to face the eyes of a large octopus, there would probably be few who would be able to stand on their feet without slumping on the ground. The notion of terror in the human mind cannot be compared with the spectacle of the mysterious God in any way.

Of course, when people realize that the lamps and candles that shine on our conch city are made of fish oil, they still have respect for people like them, because their labor brings light to everyone.

So let's take a look at who pirates are and what they do.

There is no other business in the history of mankind that has been as vigorous as piracy. I don't want to copy a lot of history here.

There are already so many thrilling stories in the whaling industry, and they are constantly being told all the time, and it is obviously impossible to tell them.

Pirates are not just an industry, they are both exploration and development. Pirate ships have been found in almost every uninhabited corner of the planet, and they have discovered a large number of oceans and islands unknown to outsiders.

Today's warships roam those places, and they should probably pay tribute to the early developers, pathfinders, and pirates.

People can sing the praises of explorers and travelers, but in my personal opinion, the greatest are the captains of the pirate ships. They set foot almost bare hands in the wilderness, the wild reefs and beaches, the dangers lurking, and they bravely met all of them.

Of course, the pirates, as always, would rather face the same primitive horrors and dangers as their ancestors faced for the sake of their dream wealth.

You might say that, aesthetically speaking, pirates are not commensurate with their own performance; You would also say that there are no famous works in the pirate genre, and there are no famous writers among pirates.

Well, if you say that, I'm going to have to fight you for dozens of rounds. I won't give up until I beat you up.

"Pirates of the Caribbean" has already been filmed 8, right?

Some people say that pirates are not noble, and that they do not have noble blood in their veins. Is that really the case? Definitely.

Didn't anyone say that? There is a way to steal!

If you kneel down to the Emperor, then I'm sure you'll pay tribute to the pirates too! A pirate who has captured fifty merchant ships in his lifetime is far more powerful than a general who has captured the same number of cities!

Yongchang thought to himself, if there is anything shining in life; If I had a little bit of fame in this crowded world that I did not aspire to; If I had done something useful for humanity and could have found a manuscript in his drawer, it would be all thanks to piracy!

The "oily noodles" have always been despised by people, and people regard them as shallow and boring.

In fact, some of these "oily heads" are probably due to medical needs, such as dealing with sores and leprosy on the head.

In the beginning, only dysentery needs to be smeared with oil.

Now, though, what man doesn't put oil on his head like a dog? Whether it is a gambling god or a gambling saint, even the queen's coronation needs to be wiped on the head.

So what kind of oil is that? Olive oil? Castor oil? Cod liver oil? A sanshen oil?

The answer, of course, is no. The head oil used by the queen at the time of her coronation must come from nature, unpolluted, artificial, the noblest and purest, and only sperm whale oil!

Pirates must all be as strong as gladiators.

Yongchang chose a black man to be his guard at sea, no matter what his name used to be, anyway, Yongchang now calls him Spartak dead.

A fabulous legend.

Spartak was long, muscular, and the pieces were as hard as rehed bread. Yet there was a congenital thinness in his eyes, as if he had been born in a famine year, perhaps a fasting day.

His thinness is neither the weakness of physical exhaustion nor the exhaustion of declining energy, but the condensation of energy and physical strength peculiar to adult men.

He was an energetic man, as infectious as the ancient Romans. It was as if he would live forever in this form!

He is not afraid of ice and snow, nor is he afraid of the scorching tropical sun, he has super adaptability, and he can deal with any danger calmly.

His life is a series of colorful pantomimes, and he answers everything with his actions.

He was sincere, pious in his convictions and unwavering in faith, and his life at sea was stressful and solitary, and he often fell into a state of superstition. However, this superstition is more out of wisdom than ignorance.

If there is any weak corner in his heart that is reserved for this man with a distinctive appearance and a delicate and sensitive heart, it is reserved for his woman.

"There is no one who is not afraid of pirates!"

The sentence Spartacus's death reveals two meanings: only by calmly admitting reality can it be called true bravery; It is more dangerous to go to sea with such a person than with a cowardly person.

"Ah, such a careful person as Spartacus died is a common occurrence among pirates."

Starbuck was not a reckless crusader knight, and he believed that bravery was not primarily a sense of color, but only a force of action that he summoned from himself when he was forced to do so.

Like fresh water, bread and the like on a ship, bravery is a must-have and should not be wasted. After the sun set, he never went to the sea or fished, and he didn't think there was any need to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Fishing on the island is for one's own life, and if the fish are "beaten", won't it become food to meet the living requirements of the fish? The fate of his father and his brother in the cold, dark ocean was something he could never forget.

Spartak died as one such person, and his past experience made his indomitable courage seem to lose his sharpness and become scheming.

This is not to say that he has lost his courage in the ordinary sense of the word, such as the courage to fight against the sea, the wind, the whale, and the injustices of the world. But, in the face of greater, mental horrors, he also felt threatened by overfocus.

Of course, writing about a person's loss of courage is a difficult thing for others to be ashamed of. However, although we human beings do have some shortcomings, villains, murderers, fools, and hateful faces like the United Securities Company and the state, we have not lost that noble ideal in the end.

The ideals of humanity are so brilliant that if they find someone who has a dark defect, they will immediately part ways with it.

There is always a magnificence in the hearts of human beings, which may have distanced themselves from their present appearance, but they still cannot tolerate a shameful man who has lost his soul.

Those who have lost their dignity will be despised even by the gods in the sky!

The "dignity" I am talking about here is not the dignity of emperors and generals, but the dignity of the islands, which is manifested in their strong arms and in the flash of their spears in their hands.

I may ascribe some of the noble qualities of man to some of the most humble islands, and select among them touching tragic figures; I may also write of the glitter of your aura on their mighty arms, of the rainbow-like multicolored path that continues their doom-filled path......