On the way to Tierra del Fuego, the Pink Princess and the Ghost, one large and one small, drove one after the other.

Upper ...... the Wraith

"Where's the Mark?" said Diana, walking into the boy's bedroom with a plate full of hearty breakfasts, only to see Clint.

Diana got up early in the morning to make this breakfast, and after a lot of thought, she also made a flower plate, fried eggs with German sausages and ham. Absolutely attentive.

"Isn't it in bed!" Clint has always had trouble getting out of bed, and it is very cold to get up in the morning at sea, so he lazily wrapped himself in the quilt.

"What the hell...... Diana said as she put down her plate and placed it on the bedside table, flipping through Mark's quilt.

"That's the boat to Marjorie...... I guess the two of them are already in bed......" Clint said confusedly.

"Hey, say it again!" Diana was furious when she heard Marjorie now, and Clint's careless words were like igniting Diana's explosive keg that could explode at any moment. Angry enough to kick Clint out of bed, he slammed the door angrily.

"What, jealous and spilled ......" Clint didn't bother to pay attention, grabbed a bite of the food that had just been placed on the bedside table and stuffed it into his mouth, hugging the quilt and trying to get some sleep.

But before he could lie down, he chewed in his mouth, and a large grain of salt melted...... Salty Clint jumped up and hurried to find water to drink......

On the other side of the Pink Princess, Mark ran to the captain's room early in the morning to look for Marjorie. If you don't say it's better to have a bigger ship, there are only four rooms on the Ghost, one for boys, one for girls, plus two warehouses, and there is not even a captain's room. The Pink Princess not only has the captain's cabin and Marjorie's exclusive bedroom, but also Marjorie's exclusive powder room and cloakroom, as well as Marjorie's own kitchen.

Unlike Diana's cooking skills, which can bite into the salt grains with a bite, Marjorie's cooking skills are definitely the best among the few female pirates of all kinds.

Sometimes, Marjorie is happy and makes all sorts of delicious delicacies to reward the decorated sailors. After all, to capture the hearts of those men, it is also crucial to capture the stomach.

So sometimes it's hard to imagine that Marjorie's sailors rely on their cooking skills, and that the sailors on the Pink Princess are less murderous and more gentlemanly than the sailors on other pirate ships, and most of them are foodies.

When it comes to Marjorie's cooking skills, one of her best dishes is cooking spider crabs, because under Marjorie's cooking skills, the special, smooth and firm seafood meat texture is absolutely irreplaceable.

That's the main reason why Mark came here early in the morning, mainly to eat and drink. However, Marjorie and Mark both asked each other for help, so Marjorie readily agreed. But a good meal always takes some effort to make.

"Sister Marjorie, okay, it's bad if Diana finds out I'm not there. Mark said.

"It's going to be almost good, it's going to be almost good. Don't worry, enjoy the process!" Marjorie said coquettishly.

"How long will it take?" begged Mark.

"What's the matter? I was so stubborn when I was a child, but when I grew up, I became a strict wife?" Marjorie said.

"No, I just feel so sorry for Diana. Mark said truthfully.

"Then if you're sorry, don't ask me to do it!" Marjorie sneered.

"So slow! I'll come!" Mark couldn't wait, ready to get started.

"Ahh!!h

Outside the door of the captain's room, Diana listened angrily to the conversation between the two in the room.

"WHAT THE FFFFUCK ??BITCH??" Diana let out a rare expletive. But the scene in front of him made people inadvertently whisper: "...... Huh??"

In the captain's room, Mark and Marjorie, one left and one right, a pot with some plates, some simple seasonings, Marjorie lifted the lid of the pot, and the freshly made spider crab came out of the pot.

The room was empty, leaving the three angry and embarrassed.

"Diana, sit down and listen to me...... Mark pulled Diana over, who was stunned, and said, "It's really not what you think......"

Diana looked at Mark angrily and said, "You know how difficult it is for me to cook for you early in the morning!"

Mark was speechless, "Of course I know, but ......"

"But what, I'll just go! I won't get in the way!" Diana stood up and was about to leave, but was pulled back by Mark's strong hand and pressed against her chair.

Mark sorted out his thoughts and said, "There are only four of us on the boat, but none of them are very good at cooking, Marjorie's cooking skills are very good, and you were all so tired from wandering at sea some time ago." Didn't you just come to beg someone to cook food for us!"

"Really?" asked Diana's little woman's mind.

"Of course it's true, and I'm going to let Marjorie join us!" Mark's words were shocking, which scared Marjorie, who was happily playing soy sauce on the side, even if he didn't even know it......

"There are only four people in our team, and there are not enough people, so the more people there are, the better. And Sister Marjorie is also very proficient in sailing, and can cook, so she must be a must. Mark said.

"Hey, hey, I haven't figured it out yet!" exclaimed Marjorie.

"Then, according to the ritual invitation of the Morgan Pirate Code!" Mark solemnly walked up to Marjorie, looked into Marjorie's eyes and said solemnly, "Dear Lady Marjorie......! Kindness...... Mr. Mark, the captain of the Ghost, has extended a cordial invitation to Ms. Marjorie to join us on the Ghost!"

This really scared Marjorie, but, looking at Mark and Diana, she hadn't decided for a while whether she really wanted to join Mark's team, Marjorie was not the kind of woman who particularly valued fame and money, after all, she had been adrift on the sea for more than ten years, and she preferred to have someone she could rely on and could say with a sense of security.

Of course, Marjorie couldn't have been fooled by Mark's simple words. So he asked tentatively, "Then if I join you, what's the good thing? I have a good captain and cook for you every day!"

"Well, then why did you go to sea to risk it?money?honor?, there must be something more you want!," Mark began to ramble again.

"Well, what if my sister came because of you?" Marjorie said in a shocking voice, but seeing Diana's eyes full of good (evil) behind her, the little girl came over with a smile, put her hand on Diana's shoulder and said, "Isn't it, sister!"

"WHAT???" Mark said with a black question.

"My sister didn't make a move, but she knew it was a witch at a glance!" Marjorie analyzed.

"Sister Marjorie, are you a lace-edged ......," Mark said in horror.

"Isn't it?" Marjorie grabbed the clutter from the table like Mark tossed away. Then he took out the box containing the slimming fruit from the drawer and said, "That's the point!"

Now it was Diana's turn to have a black question mark on her face.

It turns out that the problem is really in the slimming fruit, and the actual effect of this plastic surgery weapon from North Korea is far from as good as imagined, because there are great side effects in it. Long-term use has formed a strong dependence, and if you don't eat it for a certain period of time, it will rebound. In the past, it took a month, but now it has been reduced to a week. And it's hard to predict what new moths will emerge next.

After listening to Marjorie's description, Mark was also drunk, but he didn't expect that women would even dare to touch such things for the sake of beauty, and it seems that those guys who become addicts in order to lose weight also seem to have this kind of psychology.

Although Diana is a female magician, she has only been studying for more than two years, and she really doesn't understand this kind of thing. But looking at Marjorie's eyes, the heart of the Virgin came out again. She and Mark usually quarrel, but this kind of tricky matter is still more cautious, so she had to accept it and nodded: "I don't understand this either, when the matter is over, I'll ask the elders of the clan to help you ask!"

Marjorie was a little stunned for a while, this answer was still a little ambiguous, a little uneasy, but looking at Mark nodded slightly, it should be more reliable, and laughed happily.

Mark on the side touched Diana's head, pulled Diana up and said, "Come here, try the freshly baked spider crab, Sister Marjorie's cooking skills are amazing!"