"Brother Solon, look, there's sunshine!" The steamed bun screamed frantically, with a smile on his face for the first time in a long time, but he didn't know if there were tears mixed in the rain on his face. Anyway, when I saw a ray of light in the dense dark clouds, falling diagonally on the sea in the distance, that kind of joy was not so strong when Mantou was eating his favorite steamed bun.

"Calm, calm." Mao Tou said so, and continued to scoop a bucket of water and splash it overboard.

said calmly, but the joy on his face was undisguised, exactly the same as the joy on the face of the steamed bun. For this reason, his arms had become numb, but there was a force injected into his body, which made him scoop water much faster.

At such a critical moment, the ship must not be able to sink, and the hairy head gritted his teeth.

His gaze was withdrawn from the sky, and he no longer looked at the shining light, and Mao Tou knew that in a few moments, the clouds would disperse, and the sun would spread again. The sea is so ruthless, so fickle, one moment it is full of dark clouds, five thunders, strong winds and waves, the next moment it is clear and clear, the wind and waves are calm, and the change is not much faster than a woman.

So why are rivers, lakes and seas often used by those poets and writers to describe mothers? Is it a woman? That's pretty much it.

This is not Maotou's pejorative understanding of women, it is a fact, and it is empirical. If Maotou was allowed to choose, then he would definitely still feel that staying on the sea was much better than staying with women, so he decisively chose the former.

Men of the sea, you die on the sea, you know why you died. But women will make you die without knowing how you died, and you can't guess their minds at all. Storms at sea, and the storm is preceded by a warning, the latter is completely absent. Perhaps, but for Maotou, the difficulty of observing is much more difficult than capturing the changes in the weather.

Shaking his head, Mao Tou hit a spirit, and I don't know if it was because he was cold, or because he thought of the horror of a woman. He quickly put back his extra thoughts, only to find that the action of scooping water with steamed buns on the opposite side was getting slower and slower, slower and slower, so slow that he almost stopped in the end.

"Steamed buns!"

"Ahh Who is it? Who is calling the daimyo of this manju?! The steamed bun woke up, his head turned and looked around, and finally stopped in front of him, Maotou's angry face on his head.

"Do you still want to eat steamed buns?" Maotou threatened.

"Yes!" The steamed bun was shocked, and a light appeared in his eyes, which quickly faded again. His voice gradually became smaller, and became like a mosquito, "Now there are no steamed buns... Besides, even if there is, the steamed buns have become wet steamed buns, which are not delicious and salty..."

"You guy!" Maotou is angry, but he just has no choice, this kid with steamed buns has rough skin and thick meat. Hit him, if you hit him lightly, it's like you don't feel it, if you hit him hard, he'll lie on the ground and hum for you, and finally earn sick time.

Snorted heavily, Maotou threatened: "If you still want to eat steamed buns, then hurry up and scoop the water, otherwise, you won't be able to eat steamed buns on the boat now, and you won't be able to eat them in the future." ”

Hehe sneered twice, Mao Tou was secretly glad that he had asked Brother Sauron for the right to eat a long time ago, otherwise he would really not be able to cure this guy now.

Hearing this, the steamed buns didn't say much, and the movements became fast. Compared with the hope brought by the sun, he was more afraid of the despair of not having steamed buns to eat, so he forced himself to raise his strength and work hard.

"That's right! When you arrive in Yizhou, my brother will personally cook steamed buns for you, brown sugar steamed buns! Brown sugar steamed buns! "The stick was given, and the hairy head gave the turnip.

The movement of the steamed bun became faster, because of the violent movement, the wet hair shook in all directions, and the water droplets splashed in all directions. Mixed with the droplets, there was a trace of sparkling saliva thrown out of the corner of his mouth.

Satisfied, extremely satisfied, Maotou prides himself as the first mate on the ship of One Piece, and this skill has long been proficient from the steamed bun. Now, although there are only three people on the ship, one is the captain Brother Sauron, and the other is himself, and the last steamed bun can only be a sailor.

This is only temporary, as long as there is a new crew member in the future, then the identity of the steamed bun will naturally rise, and he will be promoted to the second mate when the time comes. Mei Zizi thought like this, just like the sunshine in the dark clouds, and was full of hope for the future.

While scooping up the water, while splashing out the water, Mao Tou looked up at the mast, and the smile on his face suddenly froze. The long cloth bag tied around the mast was already soaked, and water was dripping from it.

It was the bag they had in which they had dry food, and now that it was in this situation, the dry food in it must have become wet and damp. No, it's worse than getting damp, because the dry food is dry, as well as some dehydrated vegetables and jerky that he prepared when he set sailing, these will begin to absorb a lot of water when they encounter water.

Now, except for some fruits that I brought with me, these foods basically need to be re-dried, and when the time comes, I have to eat some foods that are not easy to preserve first. Let's see if we can find an island to land, otherwise they will soon face a shortage of food. The water is not afraid, and there is a rope hanging from the mast, but there are several water bladders tied in a row, and since it is made of leather, it is waterproof, and there is no fear of the sea water mixing in.

Maotou was prepared, but no matter how prepared, he never thought that he had encountered such a sea storm just a day and a half after he went to sea. Fortunately, their goal was to explore the relatively advanced Yizhou from the beginning, and the route was deviated, and it would not be too outrageous. They only need to find their way again, and the next two days will be enough for them to reach the islands outside Yizhou, or go home.

As the first mate (self-proclaimed), Maotou has already planned everything, and as for steamed buns, this guy cares almost nothing but eats. And Brother Sauron usually entrusts these matters to him to deal with, and only gives the right or wrong, yes or no, yes or no answers and ways to improve when making the final decision.

They're players, but unfortunately, at sea, they're pretty much the same as the natives. When the ship is on the head, it enters the sailing state, and the player's package is automatically frozen, and there is no way to take out the items from it, and there is no way to store the items.

This is the practice of putting food in long sacks and tying them to the mast of the small wooden boat. It also includes the large and small items on the ship now, which are tightly tied and untied from the rope when they need to be used. This was all prepared when they set off, otherwise they would have lost most of their things (including food and water) in the storm just now, and the boat would not capsize, and they would definitely be extremely weak if they survived to Yizhou.

Smacking his mouth, when he was on the sea, Maotou was so calculating, just taking advantage of the storm, he raised his head and swallowed a lot of rain with his mouth wide open. The demand for moisture brought by the sun's exposure after the storm has also been invisibly solved in this wave of harvesting, anyway, you can save it, you don't know when there will be no water and no food, only save a little to be prepared for emergencies.

"yes, Sunshine." Suo Long slowly raised his head, and the dark clouds on the horizon suddenly shattered, and countless rays of light pierced through the dark clouds and fell on the surface of the sea.

It was connected one by one, a little dazzling, but it looked extremely kind. From a distance, gradually reaching the sea where their ship was located, the dark clouds were all driven away, and the whole world became clear.

The hand that Sauron had been holding in his arms finally reached out, clutching a somewhat worn straw hat in his hand. At this moment, water droplets were falling from the edge of the straw hat, already through a kind of gap, dripping onto the legs of Sauron sitting cross-legged.

"It's soaking wet." Holding up his straw hat and looking at it, Sauron had some sighs, and there were some indescribable emotions in his eyes.

It was an ordinary straw hat, and it was often seen on the street by vendors and on the heads of the farmers. The only difference from other straw hats is that there is a red border around the brim.

Drop, drop, cold water ran down his arms, down his shoulders, and down his ribs. The trajectory of each drop of water sliding down, Suo Long felt it very clearly, the cold water droplets were soaked by the body temperature, flowing downward, dripping, knowing that he could no longer feel the slightest cold, and it was gone.

Sure enough, some things, no matter how well you protect them, can be damaged or even lost. This straw hat is just wet, just dry it, and when the water inside is gone, it will return to its original state, which is much better than losing it.

Putting his straw hat on his head and pressing the brim of it, Thrawn stared at a small shadow on his knees.

This straw hat is probably as precious as the two swords on his waist. Don't look at it as just a straw hat, it's not worth anything at all, but in Suo Long's eyes, this straw hat carries the dreams of two people.

Dreams, as long as they exist, are great. What's more, it is the item that carries it, naturally, it will also be precious. Some dreams will disappear and disappear, but as long as the object that carries it remains, you may remember the dream that you gave up, did not complete, and once regarded as the whole of life.

"Pounding", the heart is beating, the blood is rushing in the blood vessels, full of passion and heat. Just as the beating of the heart and the flow of blood will not stop until death, some people's attachment to their dreams will never give up until they die.

Listening to the sound of the waves, the beating of the heart, the flow of blood, and feeling the proof that you are still alive are also traces of the existence of dreams. The sea breeze blew and hit the straw hat on his head, and Sauron hurriedly reached out and pressed the straw hat that was about to be taken away.

On his face, there were already many traces of unsoaked water, which had fallen from the straw hat. It's just why, Thrawn actually felt a few traces of dampness and heat on his head.

The vast sea in front of you is endless, but it is a distant place that some people will never reach.

The straw hat on his head was not Suolong's, it was originally worn on someone's head and said that he would give it to him, but he didn't give it out himself.

That person's name is Luffy, his surname is Lu, and his single name is a flying character, and he is the son of a fisherman in Shangyu Lujia Village, a small fishing village near the sea. Just like his straw hat, Luffy is also very ordinary, the only thing that is extraordinary is that he will probably always look at the distant sea in the east, where the rivers meet.

He wanted to go to sea, and for many fishermen, they only wanted to fish in rivers and lakes, at most to the sea, but never touched the ocean. Luffy is different, he wants to go to sea, not to fish, but to see if the sea has an end, whether there will be the same land on the opposite shore at the end, and whether the kid from a small fishing village is also looking into the distance.

He's a fool, and if it weren't for this idea, Luffy would probably be the best boy in Lujia Village. Just because of this idea, he wanted to go to sea, not only the men, women and children in the village laughed at him, but even his parents and brothers had the same opinion.

But there are some things that still exist no matter what others think of or say. Luffy, who had been extinguished in his heart, burned again as soon as he saw the blue sea. He began to put it into action, and in his spare time when he was not fishing, he went to the small base and began to build the imaginary boats to go to sea.

When Thrawn meets him one day, the flame in Luffy's heart grows stronger and stronger, and it will never be extinguished. He began to look forward to traveling, to set foot on the shore of the other side of the sea, to see the world he had never seen before.

These are all portrayed to him by Thrawn, and as a player, he has a vision that is not as narrow as the people of this era. The world he knew was bigger than Luffy had imagined, but after Sauron had a deep conversation with Luffy, he felt more and more ashamed.

The known and the unknown, when confronted, are two completely different states. So Luffy is far more courageous than Thrawn, like Thrawn has never thought of sailing out to sea to see this world that he only knows from the records, but has never reached.

They made an appointment to go to sea together.

In the end, there was only Thoro on the ship, and two companions, and there was no Luffy.

Luffy died, and many things always came out of nowhere, making people not expect it at all. Thrawn sometimes thinks that if he hadn't told Luffy that Luffy existed, then there wouldn't have been the thing that happened afterward.

Luffy is dead after all, and there is no if, and there will be no chance to do it all over again. All that remains is the straw hat on his head now, and the current Merry, accompanied by Thrawn, just like Luffy, and the distance where he will eventually go.

"Your dreams, I'll make them come true together, Luffy."

(End of chapter)