In the middle of the ocean, a sightseeing boat from Sabah, Borneo to Tarakan Island. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dark and rough palm flung back and forth on a delicate little face, snap, snap, snap, louder than the other, the corners of the mouth were broken in an instant, blood dripped down the chin, the naturally white cheeks instantly became red and swollen, and then the well-defined palm prints emerged one on the left and one on the right.

In the ship's restaurant, a dark-skinned Malay man was slapping a Chinese boy about eleven or twelve years old.

The Malay man was already quite old, and he begged for a living at sea all the year round, making him look older than he really was, with gray hair, a face full of knife-cut folds, and a pair of mung bean eyes that were murderous, not like a good person.

The Chinese teenager is different from the average swarthy seafarer, his body is white and clean, although he is not handsome, but his facial features are delicate and thoughtful, just like the sun in the early morning, giving people a clean and warm appearance.

"You are a Chinese bastard who is not as good as a pig, and you haven't noticed any bugs in the guests' breakfast?" the Malay shouted in Malay.

"I'm really sorry, Captain Najib, I promise there won't be a next time!" said the young man, who was also fluent in Malay, sincerely.

His words didn't seem to calm down at all, and the irascible Captain Najib in front of him saw him throw off his arms and want to continue to teach him.

When the sharp slap hit again, a pair of slender hands tore the boy away in time.

"That's enough! What does this have to do with him, why do you want to hit him, I don't want breakfast. The young Asian woman on the side pulled the boy and her child behind her back and shouted angrily at Najib in English.

The young woman was not tall, a little shorter than a boy of 1.65 meters, dressed in a long white dress, with a simple and beautiful face, with a ponytail tied behind her head, looking energetic, and at this time she stood in front of them like a hen guarding her cubs.

Najib did not answer the young woman directly, but instead said to the young man in the young woman's arms in English, "Mu, did you hear me, why don't you thank this lady and go back to work." ”

He glared at the boy with a blank expression and turned to leave.

"It's too much, it's so heavy on a small child!" the young woman in the white dress leaned forward, wanting to check the wound on his face, and unconsciously said in Mandarin.

At this time, the little boy beside the young woman excitedly repeated, "That's it! It's too much!

When the young woman in the white dress heard his words, she was angry and funny, and twisted his ears, "It's rude, call brother, and you yourself are a child." ”

"Beibei is an adult, let go of the old witch. The boy named Beibei shot back.

"Who wet the bed yesterday?" the young woman in the white dress sneered.

The Chinese teenager was left to hang aside, looking at her mother and son

Bickering, like a child playing and arguing.

Looking at the two of them who couldn't stop, the teenager couldn't help but say in Mandarin: "I'm sorry, excuse me, are you Chinese?"

The young woman in the white dress quickly withdrew her hand that was twisting her ears and said with a sneer, "I'm sorry to let you see the joke, are you also Chinese?"

"Probably. The boy pinched his chin and said uncertainly.

"You can call me Sister Lin. ”

"Obviously you're old, and you still let others call you sister......"

Sister Lin maintained a kind smile on her face, and at the same time, an iron fist struck Beibei's skull like lightning, making a muffled sound.

"My name is Mu Xia, and it's a pleasure to meet you. The young man named Mu Xia showed a sincere smile and brought up two cute dimples, which seemed to be the sunshine in winter, bringing pleasant warmth to each other.

Mother and son gasped, then gave a thumbs up and said, "What a cute boy." ”

"Boy...... It can't be described as cute," Mu Xia smiled helplessly. "I'm really sorry for what happened just now, I'll ask another colleague to help you change breakfast later, but don't let the captain know, then I'll go to work first, or I'll be scolded." ”

Sister Lin grabbed Mu Xia, who wanted to leave, with one hand, "Wait a minute." ”

Bai Nen's hand crossed the distance between the two, pinched Mu Xia's chin, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his soft thumb unusually gently, "Okay." ”

Mu Xia didn't seem to be used to being so close to others, or treating them so gently, so he couldn't help but take a step back and said in a bit of a panic, "Thank you." ”

"Oops, the precocious little boy is shy. Sister Lin laughed, took out a hundred Malaysian ringgit from her carry-on bag, and stuffed it into his pocket.

RM100 is the largest banknote in Malaysia, which is about 16 yuan.

"I just picked it up under the dining table, I really want to keep it for myself, but the mother should be a good example, then the troublesome man will help me return it to its original owner." She looked at the RM100 and pretended to be reluctant.

Mu Xia was speechless for a moment, so he had to nod, "Well, thank you." ”

"My brother has time to come to Beibei to play, okay. Beibei said.

"Of course. Mu Xia bent down and pinched his fleshy face before turning to leave.

It's really an interesting mother and son, Mu Xia thought to himself.

Walking to the top of the stairs, Captain Najib waited in the dark as usual, and hooked his hand at him with a blank face.

Mu Xia didn't say much, took out the 100 ringgit, bowed his head, and held Captain Najib with both hands.

Waiting for Najib to take the money, Mu Xia raised his head, still with a deferential smile on his face, and did not seem to be the slightest dissatisfied.

Najib suddenly grabbed Mu Xia by the collar, slammed him into the corner, and said against him, "Put away your hypocritical smile, what you think secretly, only you know, put away your fancy intestines." ”

"I definitely didn't dare to think about anything. Mu Xia performed the innocent and frightened appearance so well that Najib couldn't find any flaws.

Najib let go of his collar, "You were bought by me, and now you are my slave, and you will be for the rest of your life, remember." ”

He gently patted Mu Xia's still red and swollen face before leaving.

Every time a tourist complains, Najib will always beat him up and make the tourists retreat. He felt that Najib's rough way was not because it worked, but because he could once again enjoy the pleasure of dominating others.

According to the veteran crew, Najib was a well-known pirate in Malacca when he was young. The Strait of Malacca has been the world's busiest golden waterway since ancient times, carrying one-third of the world's traded goods and one-half of the world's crude oil. Piracy also arose, and the islands around Malacca, which were militarily weak, were known as the Three Bands Zone, and today they have not disappeared, but are becoming more and more rampant.

Later, Najib was defeated by another group of stronger pirates, perhaps disheartened, or for some other reason, and spent all his savings to buy the boat and came to Borneo to run a tourist route.

And Mu Xia can indeed be regarded as his slave, who has been locked in an iron cage since he can remember, and was used as a commodity by the Borneo slave traders, and sold in the bazaar. There was nothing on his body except for a worthless broken iron plate, engraved with Mu Xia's name. Every day in the shadow of the cage, watching the people outside the cage point at you, you will gradually feel that you are not human, just a tool to live.

Finally, one day, by chance, Najib bought him back and ran errands on the ship.

Most of the crew members on board were pirates or outlaws, or tired of licking blood from the knife edge, and came to the ship of a familiar pirate leader to beg for food. But the country is easy to change, the nature is difficult to change, and everyone is not good at stubble.

A five-year-old child who wants to live in the world of the wicked can only become less like a five-year-old. Others have already risen to work in their sleep, others have begun to work and he has redoubled his efforts, and others have rested and he is still working.

Seven years have passed, and the trajectory of his life has not changed, with no relatives, no friends, and no household registration. He couldn't find anything like this in the future.

Mu Xia just wants to live, although he doesn't know what the meaning of living is for a person like him, but this idea is stronger than anyone else, maybe it is human instinct to be greedy for life and afraid of death.

......

Near Taragan Island, behind a huge reef, an unrecognizable former Soviet Spider-class frigate docked quietly.

Two people conversing on deck.

"Captain, we put down our good business in Malacca, and came to this place where birds don't and waited for days, what are we waiting for? ”

"Wait for someone...... Whoever has an opinion, let him speak for himself. ”

Stopping here is the most vicious and vicious Halim pirate group in the Strait of Malacca.