Cloudless, the blazing sun hung high in the sky and cast the sun viciously, and the sunlight reflected off Arthur from the silvery white waves. As a result, there was nothing in his chin, thighs, back, and chest that was not exposed to the sun, and he was like a tightly held sponge constantly pouring sweat from his body, and he was extremely dry.

He paddled mechanically with both hands, but his eyes were fixed on the bucket, and his consciousness was in a trance.

Little Bucky sat behind Arthur, greedily feeling the gentle sea breeze, but it was very cool, and most of the time he felt only the scorching heat of the sun shining on his body. His skin was already red and painful, he was a child who had never been out to sea, and he had not yet developed tough skin that could be exposed to the sun for a long time.

Lion Scar sat behind little Bucky, tongue out, chest heaving, gasping for breath. Its gasp of heat hit little Bucky's neck, and its long tail drooped in the water, soaking up the rare coolness.

"Take a break and drink some saliva." Arthur thought, put the oars into the boat, and punched a ladle of fresh water out of the bucket. He took a hard sip and stopped his thirst for water, handing it to Bucky.

Bucky gulped his water, and Scar, the lion behind him, swallowed his saliva and waited silently for his turn.

But Bucky finished drinking the water, and he handed the ladle to Arthur, who washed it in the sea water and put it in the bucket.

Scar let out a low growl, which scared Bucky into the heat and asked to sit in front of Arthur. Arthur agrees to Bucky's request and switches places with Bucky, and gently pats Scar's chest to soothe the restless Scar.

"Daddy, don't bring Scar on board, it'......"

"It's okay, Bucky, we'll be on land soon, or we'll be rescued by a merchant ship." Arthur said this at the time, but after only half a day on the whaling ship, Scar was already restless.

The sun finally sank into the deep sea and fell into a deep sleep.

The stars spilled from the dark blue skirt of the Night Lady, pushed into a heap by the silvery white waves, and smashed by the white-painted wooden boat.

Arthur sat in the middle of the boat, fishing rod in hand, and watched the inky sea of stars rise and fall. He lifted the pole, and the strips of flesh on the hook were gone, and the smooth hook glittered in the moonlight. With a sigh, he re-hung the cut strip of meat on the hook and threw it into the sea. Scar the Lion lay in the stern of the boat, sticking out his barbed tongue and licking his nose to keep it moist, while little Bucky, drowsy from the sun, lay asleep on the boat, the breeze caressing his red, peeling back and taking away his painful murmurs.

Arthur continued to sit on the rocking boat, his rod slammed down, almost on the verge of getting rid of it. Arthur screamed, his right foot on the railing, and he leaned back.

But the fish was not that big, and the silver was caught in the air by the power of the fishing rod, swimming across the deep blue sky and the stars, and finally swallowed by the lion in the white moon.

The head of the fish, still hanging from the hook, swayed in the sea breeze, and Arthur's eyes widened as he looked at the lion feasting on the blood.

"Scar......" he cried softly, but he couldn't make the lion look back.

Through its modest mane, Arthur could see the bright red flesh of the fish that had fallen on the deck, and the blood of the fish that was not abundant.

"Scar......" he called again.

The ugly lion finally turned back, blood splattering on its scarred face, and its waterless, bloodshot eyes stared straight at Arthur. It stretched out its legs and walked towards Arthur step by step, with a shattered silverfish behind it.

For a moment, Arthur shuddered and tightened his grip on the handles of the twin guns stuck in his belt. It was left behind by female pirates, and one of them took Norris's life.

The lion squeezed Arthur away with force, and the fur on his body slid across Arthur's chest. Arthur leaned back against the railing, and through the beast's chest, he seemed to feel the revival of the wild heart.

The lion stepped over the lying little bucky, slapped off the lid of the bucket, and fell on the bucket, drinking happily. The sound of the tongue smashing into the water should be the sound of the rustling of the waves.

Arthur stared at the lion until it was full and crouched on the bow of the boat. The lion sensed Arthur watching it. It glanced back, not paying attention, turned its head, lay its head between its two front paws, and fell asleep.

The waves still push the boat, and the boat floats and sinks in the sea. A thought came to Arthur's mind, and tears welled up in his eyes, and he quietly walked to Scar the Lion, step by step.

He drew two spears from the waistband of his trousers, one against the lion's jaw and the other close to the lion's ear. His hand was inserted into the black mane, which was not thick, as if caressing the neck of a lion.

Two gunshots, almost fused into one, rang out in the silence of the night, followed by the lion's painful and miserable whining. Little Bucky awoke from the darkness of the night, only to see his father standing in front of the lion under the moon and the stars, a puddle of blood running viscously down the cabin from the bow of the ship, the color of pitch black.

"Bucky, go back to sleep!" The tearful father turned his head and smiled.

It was the gentlest smile Bucky had ever seen.

………………

The quiet night was gone, and the seagulls soared into the sky, chirping noisily.

The blazing sun sparked Bucky's tanned skin again, stabbing him awake. Bucky wiped the secretions from the corners of his eyes with his salt-held hands and opened his eyes to look at the bow of the ship.

Arthur was sitting in the bow of the boat, his eyes were red, and under his ass was a processed yellow lion's skin, and the lion's mane was covered by him at the tip of the boat, and was shaken by the sea breeze.

The processed red meat piled up on the bow of the boat, and after curing, it was enough for an adult to eat for a month.

In the distance, first the light blue ocean, then the white rocky islands, above which are dotted green, and above this green, are white seagulls.

"Daddy, Island!" Bucky pointed behind Arthur.

"I know, Bucky, I know!" Arthur said, his hands over his face.

Bucky looked at the pile of red flesh on the bow of the boat, which he knew was a scar.

He was a little out of breath, but he felt that his father was too tired, so he took the oars and paddled hard.

It wasn't until the sun was back in the middle of the sky that the ship collided with the solid rock and landed. At that moment, Arthur burst out laughing, and the recording pointer attached to the upper right corner of the map was spinning wildly.

Arthur ran up the naked, hard white rock, checking everything on the map, he had never felt so energetic. The funny clown career is gone, and he no longer has to make a living from that horrible crowd laugh.

He's going to go to an island far from Fat Robbie, to be a rich man, and then find a woman with a good figure and a quick job for little Bucky to be his mother. He wants to live in a big two-story villa made of white bricks and stones, with a yard where he can grow vegetables. When it was getting late, he could lie on the chaise longue and smoke a good cigarette and hum a song. Perhaps in his spare time, he also went back to the harbor to go fishing. He'd send Bucky to the big city to study accounting. If he doesn't have a good brain, then spend a sum of money and let him enter the navy, which is a bit dangerous, but it's better than being a civilian.

It's better to be a pirate than a civilian!

"Daddy, Daddy!" Behind Arthur, Bucky screamed. But Arthur walked too fast, and Bucky could only see his back but couldn't keep up.

"Bucky, you need to hurry, good days are just around the corner!" Arthur turned around from a high place and smiled and waved at Bucky.

When a panting Bucky finally catches up with Arthur, Arthur is sitting on a white rock with a dozen pages of yellow fur scattered around him.

There were words on the fur, and demonic runes were scattered on a five-line bar.

"Treasure! My treasure! It's a treasure of fart! Arthur scolded viciously, tears welling up in his eyes: "Only gold and silver treasures are treasures, bastard!" ”

Arthur first wept, then let out a miserable laugh. Even though he didn't wear clown makeup, Bucky felt that he was indeed a clown.

Arthur suddenly pointed his gun at Bucky, who screamed at his dad and ran around to dodge.

The bare white stone cut his ankle and stained it with blood.

Arthur staggered to his feet, the dazzling sun shining in front of him.

He raised the gun that had killed his friend and friend, pressed it to his jaw, and let out a hysterical laugh.

So, under the bright sun, a gunshot rang out, and Arthur fell on the white rock.

The sound of the waves still crashing against the white reef, and a pirate ship was sailing towards the white island. The pirates stepped off the pirate ship and landed on the island laughing.

They met the red-nosed kid who was filling in the dirt.

"Little one, are you also here to find treasure?" The black bearded pirate laughed, and behind him stood a group of pirates.

"You say these abominable things!" Bucky filled the pit with a large flat shell and didn't look back, "If you want it, you can take it all, these things are not treasures!" ”

"Hahaha...... This thing is 300 years old, and it is a score left by the great musician Maybach! It describes the scene of a great country at that time, the customs and customs! ”

"And how much can I sell it for?"

"If I were looking for a seller, it would be about 50 million Baileys. If it's you, little one, it's worthless. ”

"Then it's rags!"

Bucky was still digging the pit, tears dripping down the white, hard earth.

The blackbearded pirate sat next to Bucky and looked at the man in the pit, who had a red nose as big as a boy, a black hole in his jaw from a gun, and a skull that had been lifted open...... He committed suicide.

…………………………

It was late at night, and the Hades King Reilly finished telling this story that was neither long nor short.

The red-haired pirates looked at him in silence.

The red-haired body was dry, and he stood up, leaving Bailey behind, and walked out of the tavern.

The rain had stopped, and the group walked silently on the road that had just been washed away by the heavy rain.

Ben Beckman lit a cigarette and smoked it quietly, breaking the silence by dropping it when it was finally smoked.

"Captain...... You're calling the Island of the End Ralph Drew. ”

"Hmm!" The redhead whispered, "Ralph Drew." ”