Most of the time on the ocean is boring, and there are few effective ways to spend time. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info and the most important thing that Maffeo lacks now is time. After a few hours of sitting in the cabin and staring boredly at the sea, he left the room. The cabin was filled with the smell of mixed objects, and as Maffeo passed a few barrels, the voice came from the barrels: "Don't run around, most of the guys here don't like you guys." ”

Maffeo followed the prestige, and the young fellow sat on the barrel, rhythmically tapping the lid of the barrel with one hand, and holding a clay wine glass in the other, and pouring rum into his mouth. "I know, I try not to mess with them. ”

"You'd better do what you say. He squeezed out a weird smile.

Maffeo shook his head and continued to walk to the other side of the cabin. Usually during the voyage, the captains will only open a stepped roof that leads to the upper deck. This meant that Maffeo had to walk to the exit that led to the upper deck, which was unfortunately far from Maffeo's room. Although he was not uncomfortable with the back and forth of the ship, it was uncomfortable to spend long periods of time in an air-blocked cabin, and he wanted to go out on deck for some fresh air.

Everywhere he passed, there were malicious glances from resting crews, snickerers and decibel-small taunts were heard from time to time, and occasionally one or two of the fellows dissuaded their companions from doing so, though the others only told him to concentrate on playing cards. Maffeo chose to ignore the men's provocations, as he could not guarantee complete restraint.

The cooks were already busy, and Maffeo tried to get to know a guy or two, but there were hardly too many friendly crew members willing to talk to him, which seemed strange to most of the crew, who thought that as long as they could get the "cargo" to the place intact. But chefs are different, and in order to cater to the tastes of travelers, they sometimes ask them for some advice.

"The meal doesn't start until an hour later, and if you're hungry, there's biscuits in the barrel next to you. "The rough-looking chef was slicing beef on a cutting board. "You're lucky bastards, at least you don't have to eat corned beef that you can carve for. ”

"Have you been a cook on a ship for a long time?" said Maffeo as he lifted the barrel next to him and looked inside, well, he wouldn't choose to eat those damn cookies.

"Yes, about 8 years. "Just because the chefs are friendly doesn't mean he has time to talk to the travelers. Maffeo turned away after putting the lid back on the barrel.

He found the exit of the stairs to the upper deck, and he felt the fresh air before he could fully reach the deck. The gentle sea breeze gently lapped Maffeo's face, and the crew on those decks ran back and forth. Under the influence of the monsoon, which sometimes occurs, the sails are constantly folded and unfurled, so that the helmsman can steer the boat according to the monsoon conditions.

Maffeo found himself slightly leaning towards the stern of the boat, and he looked up to see the rudder. As he reached the stern of the ship through the stairs on either side, the helmsman spotted Maffeo's arrival. "Good day, sir. ”

"Uh, is everything alright?" asked Maffeo tentatively, unsure if it was a hostile fellow.

"I love the weather, it allows me to steer the boat as much as I want. He smiled kindly, and nodded at the rudder he had in his hands.

"Maneuvering the boat...... Is it hard?"

He continued to laugh, "It's hard to put into words, sir. ”

"Do you expect the voyage to go well?" said Maffeo, who was perhaps the friendliest face he had ever seen since he got on board.

"At this time of year, the sea is very calm, and storms and mad dog waves are almost non-existent. I'm more worried about privateers than that. He held the rudder in one hand and gestured to Maffeo with the other.

"Have you ever been robbed by privateers before?"

"There were a few times, but each time we managed to repel them. But casualties were inevitable, and since the Empire's treaty came into force, almost all of the guns on their ships were supplied by the Empire. It was all good quality stuff, much better than the stuff of the West Coast Port Harbour Chief. ”

"Wow, that's really ......" Maffeo said again, he didn't know how to describe it, it was strange to him.

"Don't worry, sir. He seemed to be mistaken about what Maffeo meant. "The Vengeance is a sturdy ship, and the crew knows how to fend off those guys, and we'll be safe. ”

"Of course, you're the experts in these things, and I trust you. Maffeo held out his right hand. "My name is Maffeo Fry. ”

He did not refuse Maffeo's friendly offer, he held the rudder in his left hand and held Maffeo's hand with his right hand through his armpit. "Ludwig Koosser, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Me too. ”

Maffeo couldn't keep bothering the helmsman, in fact he was the most important person on deck besides the first mate. After a brief conversation, Maffeo made his way to the middle of the deck. Even on deck, when the monsoon is not very affected, the crew has the opportunity to be lazy. Busyness doesn't exist all the time, not to mention that the first mate doesn't care about the crew at all, he only studies the charts wholeheartedly.

"Look who this is. "One guy saw Maffeo coming this way and jumped off the side of the boat where he was sitting.

At first Maffeo didn't look at him, he was looking at the whale that suddenly jumped out of the sea not far away, which intrigued him. It wasn't until the commotion around him grew louder that he realized that some unfriendly guy had come to his trouble. He looked back at the bald scruffy fellow, but didn't speak. He chose to ignore it, so he stopped staring at the displeasing guy.

But the guy didn't want to do that, "You'd better go back to your room, the upper deck isn't the place for weak men." ”

Maffeo gave a mocking smile, turned around and said, "I think so too, but here you are." ”

"Oh!" the noise around them was louder, how stupid it seemed to them. The guy spat out, "I think it's funny, huh? Let me tell you it's not funny." "He clenched his hands into fists and made a boxing look. Maffeo really laughed this time, and he wouldn't miss a challenge like this. The guy who was sitting next to him tried to dissuade the pointless fight, "That's enough, man. ”

"Don't meddle. He just waved his hand.

"Come on, sweetheart. Maffeo grimaced, which made the guy's heart instantly welled up with rage.

His punches were haphazard, and to Maffeo he seemed to him to be a blind kitten flailing his paws. In another haphazard punch, Maffeo grabbed his wrist and twisted it so hard that the guy fell to his knees in pain, and Maffeo threw him out with a punch. Holding his lower abdomen, he walked towards the barrel beside him, and another fellow with whom he had a very good relationship stood in front of Maffeo. "Look at this hero, swaggering here, wanting to reign on our turf. ”

"Please, guys, stop, if the captain sees it......" The guy tried to dissuade his accomplices, but the second guy who came up immediately interrupted him harshly. "Fuck the captain, fuck the rules. Which side are you on, Minas?" they never knew how to listen to other people's opinions.

Maffeo didn't intend to waste his time like this, facing these guys was as simple as accompanying a child to practice swordsmanship. The second guy was blocked by Maffeo with his wrist on the first punch, and then he received three heavy punches from Maffeo in the face. He felt like a "giant bomb" of different spirits drunk in the Ice Dragon Tavern on the West Coast, and he held on to the barrel to keep himself from falling.

The first guy didn't seem to have a long memory, and he stood in front of Maffeo again. "I'm rested, I'll try again. He pointed to Maffeo.

"It's not a smart move. Minas tried to dissuade him one last time, but was naturally ignored by the dude.

But the third fight was a replica of the second, and the guy was hit in the back of the neck by Maffeo's fist, and he was smashed face down on the deck. He rubbed the back of his neck and rolled over. At this time, Maffeo stepped forward and looked at him: "Are you going to admit defeat?"

"Fuck you, you bastard. He stretched out his leg to trip the caught caught off guard and threw Maffeo to the ground, then drew a short dagger from his belt.

"You madman. Before the guy could swing his dagger, Maffeo kicked him in the shin, then drew his broadsword from behind and held the blade against his neck.

"Oh my gosh. Don't be impulsive, sir. Minas panicked, he was far from expecting that a simple boxing fight would eventually turn out like this.

"What is this doing?" Captain Jaeger roared from outside the crowd of onlookers. The crew was silent for a moment, and a few guys consciously made way for Captain Jaeger. "You'd better explain it to me, Mr. Fry. He saw this at a glance that surprised him.

Maffeo withdrew his greatsword behind him and spread his hands: "Captain, these ......" He was interrupted by Minas before he could finish speaking. "Let's do some exercise to pass the time, Captain. ”

Jaeger glanced at all the guys present uncertainly, and said, "If you have too much time, just do the work you should do, I didn't pay you to do these boring things here." Donner, get out of here and wipe those guns clean. Others, do what you are supposed to do. He gave the order, and the onlookers dispersed boredly, and that's exactly what they were expecting. Jaeger finally pointed to Maffeo, "As for you, Mr. Fry. You'd better go back to my room and stay honest, don't make trouble, or I'll have a hard time, I don't want to do something "bad" on my own. ”

Maffeo walked silently towards the stairs leading to the cabin, he wasn't going to argue with the guys. Minas had clearly given both sides a step down, and he didn't want the flames of war that had been extinguished to rekindle again.