The night at sea is actually no quieter than the day, and the waves are surging, pushing each other and hitting the hull of the Black Arrow. The first lesson of a novice seafarer is to learn to fall asleep on a ship, which is the same as the fact that a knight must learn to sleep on a horse, and if he can't even rest, then what kind of work. The sailors on the Black Arrow were all experienced men, and of course they understood this. So after leaving behind a few of the necessary personnel, the rest of the crew returned to the cabin below deck to rest. Even though the three-masted galleon was already much larger than most of its hull, the hammock was still a resting place for most sailors. The only bed on board is housed in the captain's room. But tonight, it doesn't belong to Captain Hafdan.

"As a man with a broken limb, you're in good spirits. These were the first words Hafdan said when he returned to the captain's room and saw Lothar leaning against the head of the bed.

"As someone who has just said hello to a witch and is sloppy, you're in good spirits. The Earl replied with a smile that the soundproofing of the captain's cabin was not good, and although not all that happened on the deck reached his ears, it was not difficult to guess by the sound.

"It's not a good thing to have too good ears, boy. How's your girlfriend?" the captain casually walked to his desk, folded the charts spread out on it and set it aside, carefully lit the candle in the lampshade, and then opened the only leather book on the table, and rummaged through the drawer of the table with the other hand for charcoal. He was going to keep a nautical diary, which was something every captain had to do. And this nautical diary is often the only clue that later people know that there was such a captain in the world.

Lothar learned of this habit in a book about life at sea, but it was the first time he had seen a captain do so. So even though he couldn't move all his limbs, he craned his neck to see Hafdan's movements more clearly, and after several unsuccessful attempts, the Count decided to ask more quickly, "Can you show me the nautical diary?"

"Huh?" the captain smiled, turning his head to look at Lothar, revealing a mouth full of rotten teeth, "Of course, you can look at me when I'm dead." Get on board on the first day, boy, you don't know any of these rules, and before the captain gets off the ship, his logbook and his life are one thing. And it's better for you to care about the people around you than my life. ”

"She's fine. Lothar was silent for a moment after saying these three words, and her eyes swept over the webworm's face, was she really all right?, remembering what the self-proclaimed being she had seen in the water had finally said to herself, the Count's heart began to sprout an emotion that she had never felt before, a mixture of fear and joy and more indistinguishable complex, sticky honey-like things, "She'll be fine." As if to himself, he said in a softer voice.

"Well, she's fine. But if you want me to say you're in trouble, boy, and it's a big deal. Limbs are severe, what do you think this kind of person will be used for? Hmm? Give me a reason to keep you alive instead of throwing you into the sea so I can have half a bed to sleep in. The captain scribbled down a few strokes, then closed the logbook and pushed it away, resting his shoulders on the back of his chair and staring at the candlelight in the lampshade. In the light of the fire, the man's figure was magnified and elongated and reflected on the wall.

"Where's my axe?" Lothar asked suddenly. The captain pointed at it, and the count saw the handle of the axe sticking out of the barrel by the door. Seeing that the Fool's justice had not been washed away, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief, "Put it in my hands, and in three days I will be able to go to the ground." Then I will be able to prove my worth. ”

Halfdan raised an eyebrow, "I thought an axe could only be used to cut off hands and feet, but I never heard that it could heal wounds." ”

"It only works in my hands. Maybe it's because there are very few people in this world who are as stupid as me. Lothar replied, remembering that the Fool's Justice had healed his wounds when he had fought demons in Vale. If it was possible that time, this time the tomahawk would not disappoint its owner.

"Well, then, Mr. Fool, I'll take your. Because you don't smell of alcohol when you ask, ah, that's a good habit, and no one drinks on a ship except the pirates. The captain said, smacking his lips, and then took a sip from the kettle on the table, "And we, we'd rather drink this stinky water than get on the boat." ”

"When we get ashore, we can have a drink. "The Count is not resistant to wine, and although the knights are strict with themselves, they are not yet to the point of not drinking at all. Besides, drinking in moderation can boost the morale of his subordinates, and Lothar knows quite well. And maybe it's inherited from the ancestors of the Montenegrin family, although Lothar himself hasn't drunk much, but his alcohol consumption is strangely good.

"Hmph, let's talk about this when you have money in your pocket. But I do know a few places to drink, provided that the bartenders come back from the sea. They're always lucky, you know, and it's rare to say no to someone who comes on board with a barrel. Captain Hafdan pouted, apparently he wasn't one of those few either.

"Boats that can carry wine often don't go far. Lothar said that he had heard the proverb in the fishing village where there was only one lion on the coast.

Sure enough, the captain smiled, "That's right, boy. Alcohol is just a substitute, and you don't need it if your life is exciting enough. So tell me, are you here for excitement?"

This is a crucial question, and the answer to the question will be related to the relationship between Lothar and Hafdan. The Count was aware of this, but he also knew that he could not hesitate to answer the question, for hesitation meant thinking, and it meant concealment, which would lead to suspicion. And at sea, there is only one way to get rid of suspicion.

"Sort of. My wife and I," he said, glancing at the networm, not noticing a slight twitch of the latter's fingers, "the two of us are in some trouble, so we're going to come to Lost Heart Cove to avoid the limelight." Of course, you've noticed that we used to live on land, so the sea is quite new to us. As long as the storm passes, we will leave here and find a place where no one knows and start over. ”

The captain nodded, with a meaningful expression, "I've seen a boat of guys like you, at least one." It seems that the man before your female partner is very powerful, and can force you to look like this. But it doesn't matter boy, anyone is welcome in Heartbreaker Bay, regardless of origin, regardless of purpose, but remember, people here are not affectionate. You're lucky, I've just lost two sailors, and if you do recover as you say, you'll be able to do some work on my ship, and when you can pay off the debt I paid for saving both of you, you'll be free. As for your wife, let her be, she can't go to sea with us, there has never been a female sailor on board. But don't worry, she probably makes more money on shore than you do, if she can show it and be a little more enthusiastic. ”

Lothar's face darkened, he didn't like the joke. If this is just a joke. "No, I'll make money soon. I guess we won't bother you for too long. ”

"Oh, I hope so. Hafdan said, wrapping his things in his coat and opening the door to the captain's quarters, "Since you are staying in the only luxurious room on this ship today, of course this fee should be charged to the bill, enjoy it, my dear sir." ”

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