Never Fade Skull Flag

The black jib was pulled to the top of the mast by strong sailors, and the thick cables were tied to various places on the ship. There was a beauty with regularity in the chaos.

Several sailors pulled the heavy iron anchor up from the bottom of the sea and ran to the front to start pressing the boat.

Zach looked at the wind direction, turned the rudder, the position of the mast was adjusted, the sea breeze stirred the canvas, and with an irresistible force, the Goddess of Despair began to leave Port Toulouis and move forward slowly.

The Despair had drains on the sides of the cabin, but the sailors were obviously not going to be paddling at this time, so most of them were standing on the deck to add weight to the bow to make it faster Some.

Andy was also standing on the bow, blowing the sea breeze and listening to the voice in his ear, his heart was relaxed and calm.

"Hey, it's really you!"

A familiar voice came from his ears. Andy turned his head to look and found that it was John and Des.

John and Des are both gunners. The Goddess of Despair has thirty artillery pieces. This number is not much, but it is definitely not a lot. If the shells are accurate, a round of bombardment of thirty shells can make one smaller. The brig sank directly into the abyss of the sea.

When Andy got on the boat yesterday, John and Des were snoring in the cabin with rum in their hands. Because they stayed on the boat, Zach deliberately allowed them to have a good rum drink.

"John, Des, I didn't see you yesterday, I thought you went to the bar."

Seeing the two of them, Andy said with a smile.

"Hey, I've lost all my gold coins, so there's no money left to go out. We drank too much in the cabin yesterday, and we didn't see the new brother on board. Last night, I heard that a little guy from the East came. It's you!"

John looked at Andy and scratched his head.

"I really don't know how you got up here, but Captain Zach agreed."

Des smiled. He really liked Andy, but he always felt that Andy was too thin. Maybe this was not a good thing on the Goddess of Despair. After all, their enemies were equally vicious.

"My ability is quite special, don't worry, Captain Zach will not let me in danger. My name is Andy, don't call me little guy."

Andy turned his head and looked at the boundless sea. The hull of the Goddess of Despair stirred up a white wave, and the water mist rose on his face under the blowing sea breeze, which was unusually refreshing.

Because they had just set sail, everyone's state was relatively casual, and the gunners didn't need to stay under the dim cabin, they all ran up and enjoyed the sun and sea breeze.

"Andy, is this your first time out to sea?"

Andy's eyes were very familiar to John and Des. It was the same when they went to sea for the first time, without a trace of fear, full of novelty and yearning.

"This is not my first time on a boat, but it is my first time out to sea!"

Andy said with a smile, the last time he was on a boat, he was robbed by pirates and kept in a cage at the bottom of the cabin. How could there be such enjoyment?

"Do you think the scenery is beautiful?"

Des asked.

"Yes, the boundless blue sea, waves and waves, seagulls and white clouds, everything is very beautiful."

Andy looked satisfied, that's how he felt.

"Then just enjoy the present. It won't be long before you feel that it's so boring and unchanging. We've been watching this scene for twenty years, and we're already tired of it."

"What about rum? Why can't you get tired of it?"

Andy asked rhetorically.

"what?"

Des frowned, looked at John, and murmured to the side, pulling at his braided hair.

"I've been drinking rum for twenty years, why can't I drink enough?"

John was speechless for a while, looked at Des who was lost in thought, and gave Andy a thumbs up, "Look here, I'm going to wipe my baby."

"Baby?"

Andy only knew that the Goddess of Despair was their baby, what else?

"Hey, I'm an excellent gunner, and the gun is my bride. I'm going to wipe her milk-smooth body now, are you interested?"

John chuckled, looking like a wretched uncle.

"No, I'm not interested in it."

"That's a pity. It seems that you can't understand the pleasure of blasting the enemy to pieces with artillery shells."

John said regretfully, with a fiery look flashing in his eyes.

John went back to the cabin to wipe his guns. Des sat on the deck thinking about why he couldn't get tired of drinking rum, and soon he laughed.

"No matter what you do, I just like to drink it! It's really asking for trouble."

Des and Andy said hello and ran off the cabin.

Andy stood on the bow, watching the pirates on the deck talking, laughing and cursing each other.

A bagpipe sounded, and Andy knew that it was sailor Andler. The bagpipes played by this melancholy-looking guy were really nice, and even attracted a group of seagulls to fly around the top of the mast.

Andy walked over, leaned on a railing, and looked at Ander.

The bagpipes stopped.

"Is there a problem?"

Andler put away the bagpipes and played with his moustache.

"I didn't brush my teeth this morning."

Andy said lightly, he wanted to find fresh water to brush his teeth in the morning, but was refused.

"Fresh water is a very rare wealth on board. No one knows when we will dock again, so fresh water should not be wasted at all."

Andler said, indeed, the sanitation of the pirates is very poor, and many of them don't take a bath for a few months if they don't dock.

As for brushing his teeth, hehe, a guy who doesn't wash his face will brush his teeth?

So many pirates have black teeth like Zach.

"I've observed that on this ship, you and that black Buck have the whitest teeth, and... they're outrageously white."

Andy paused and said, he wanted to know why, he didn't want to see Anna again, grinning and revealing black teeth, it was terrifying to think about.

"Yes, I have observed it carefully. I am an artist. How can I not have good teeth to match my temperament?"

Andler never considered himself a pirate, he was an artist.

Main research, the art of killing and looting.

"Can you tell me how you did it?"

Andy asked.

"Unfortunately, Andy, I can't tell anyone, it's an oath! If you want to know, go to Buck, and I got my method from him too."

Andler said, he stood up, looked into the distance with melancholy eyes, took out an orange from nowhere, and slowly peeled it.

"A piece? It's good for you."

Andre raised the orange in Yang's hand. This is a fruit from the East. There are very few cultivated here. I don't know where he got it.

"Maybe it was stolen from the captain."

Andy thought maliciously and shook his head. He has no shortage of fruit, and Zach asked someone to bring him a fruit bowl this morning.

He prefers green apples, the sweet and sour taste will make him more comfortable.