The protagonist of this story is called Joey Parker, a sailor, at least he himself always thought so. This will make you look low-key, elegant, and a little sad. He longed for himself to be able to raise the sail and anchor every day, chase the wind and waves, swords and swords, and kill the enemy to win. This yearning, when he was young, seemed to be just to pursue that little dream in his heart.

The endless sea is sometimes calm, sometimes it is turbulent, like a white-bearded uncle sleeping quietly on a wooden chair, snoring one after another. Joey loved to climb high above the town, and every time he stood in the mountains by the sea and sang the tune of his hometown, he raised a glass to the wanton sea breeze, and looked at the red sun on the distant horizon, and his heart would be filled with glory. This feeling of freedom always made him feel like he was about to wear a sword at his waist, musket in hand, and chant exhilarating slogans. Although it was just a fledgling boy's daydream, Joey touched his beating heart, and he knew that he would definitely start his dream of sailing.

In fact, Joey was only born into a family of blacksmiths, and his grandfather and father both did this business, and his great-grandfather further up is unknown. Of course, as a family craft, the Joy family has long been famous in and around the town, and it is even more proud to hear that Joey's grandfather once struck the leader of the escort with a sword, the kind of gold carving, and the sheath seems to be able to cut you in half with a flash of edge. His father, Parker Sr., was also a well-known blacksmith in the town, and in addition to making shovels and pestles for the villagers, he would occasionally build some weapons and armor for the escort. But as he grew older, Parker Sr. had fewer opportunities to build weapons and armor for the Guard. Although Joey grew up with the sound of quenching hammers, he didn't seem to be able to pick up the heavy hammer, and perhaps he didn't want to pick it up. Watching the quenched molten iron slowly flow through the stone mortar, it never stirred up the waves in Joey's heart. In this way, Joey did not inherit the traditional craftsmanship of the family. Old Parker was also calm, and he didn't seem to be worried that the family's good hand would be lost. Day after day, he just silently does his duty, not fighting, not grabbing, not complaining.

In this way, Joey also seems to have nothing to do all day long. Often, when he was in the mood, Joey would lazily walk up the town's high defensive tower, watching the waterfowl paddle lightly with the sunrise and sunset. Let all creatures accompany them through an ordinary and lonely life. But he was not sad in his heart, he knew that he always belonged to the ocean. Sometimes, he would sneak up to the guards stationed in the town and watch them drill. Standing in a neat phalanx, brandishing sharp swords and shouting passionate slogans, he began to learn some skills from the side of the hill while secretly watching from them, and he would practice them in private when he turned back. Even though only a handful of Guards troops remained in the town, it was enough for Joey to study for several years. Gradually Joey developed some envy for the Guard, but despite this, he did not envy the soldiers who practiced all day long. His dream was to be a sailor, and the Army always seemed to him to have some fly in the ointment.

I remember the first time the convoy came to the town's port, and the whole town flocked to it with a shout. How could Joey miss such a good opportunity? When he learned that the warship was coming to the town, he couldn't sleep all night and came to the dock before dawn. But even though I came early, I was stunned by what I saw. The docks were already full of people, as if the whole town had stayed up all night waiting at the docks to see the heroic picture of the warship. Again, it is unknown where so many convoy soldiers came out of nowhere. I saw the soldiers pull open the long fence, which was sharpened in front of the crowd. And the soldiers themselves stood arm in arm behind the protective fence to prevent people from having any accidents due to crazy pushing.

Seeing this, Joey hurriedly plunged into the crowd, bustling, pushing left and right, and finally squeezed through the crowd and rushed to the front. As soon as he got to the front, Joey was almost stunned by what he saw, which seemed to him beyond words.

The crowd kept shouting "Goldbeard! Goldenbeard! A loud shout. It turned out that the warship that came to the town this time turned out to be the legendary Goldbeard, and the Goldbeard was displayed in front of Joey's eyes at a glance, how could he not be ecstatic? He had only heard of the mighty deeds of the Goldbeard from the old men of the town, and this time he had the privilege of seeing it with his own eyes, and it seemed to Joey that the trip was worthwhile.

The huge dock was occupied by a sea lord alone. You must know that the town's dock can stop dozens of medium-sized cargo ships on weekdays, and a Goldbeard actually occupies the town's dock. Joey had heard of how powerful the Guard's multi-sail ships were, but he never dreamed that the real sea overlord in front of him would be so shocking.

Joey hurried through the crowd to take a closer look at the appearance of the Goldbeard. Roughly, the Goldbeard has an estimated six to eight floors on deck alone. The first and second floors should be cargo holds, and the third to sixth floors are all sailors' cabins, with gun emplacements on both sides, and there are even many oars on the third floor. It seems that when the wind is low or when full speed is needed, sailors can paddle their oars with their bare hands to speed up.

Just as Joey was still admiring the perfect body of the Goldbeard, there was a sudden burst of enthusiastic roars in the crowd. Joey followed the prestige and saw a tall and mighty figure standing on the verandah of the Goldbeard in the sun, the cloak behind him fluttering freely with the sea breeze. At this time, it was noon, and the sun pierced Joey so that he couldn't open his eyes at all, and he couldn't even see the person's appearance clearly, only hearing the crowd cheering constantly, and shouting rhythmically: "Davy ~ Davy ~ David!" ”。 Could it be that this person is the famous king of the Guards Navy - Captain Goldenbeard David? Joey tried to see him clearly, but the sun shone brightly on the golden-bearded David, and through the gap between his fingers, Joey could only faintly see a disc-shaped gold medal ornament pinned to his waist, which seemed to be vigorously engraved with a V-shaped mark symbolizing victory.

Joey was only 12 years old that year, and as a young child, how could he have imagined that years later, he would go through so many breathtaking magical experiences with the great leader in front of him who was admired and admired by everyone, and those stories that sounded like ghosts? But all this slowly came over the endless sea with the passage of time.