Reborn As a Pirate

　　 Under the night, the Attis Beauty with its sails quietly left the harbor, like an offshore fishing boat, anchoring the boat in the wide waters five miles away from Bermeo, stepping on the waves, floating and sinking.

　　 Two new members suddenly appeared on the boat. One was a Roma witch who followed the same steps and was three steps away from Henna, and the other was a well-behaved black cat with white ears lying on Lorraine's lap and meowing cute.

　　 According to Pierce, this is very abnormal...

　　 Whether it's bringing a dangerous person like a witch to the ship or leaving the port for no reason, everything is abnormal.

　　 He was mixing salad absent-mindedly in the kitchen, when he saw the sturdy Karen sneak into the cabin in a sneaky posture of a polar bear digging out a bird's egg.

　　 "Mr. Scott, you are..."

　　 "Hmm." Karen straightened his back and cleared his throat. "Little Pierce, what are you eating tonight?"

　　 "The staple food is Grandma Rowling's tomato lettuce butter salad and mustard tuna, the meal is dark beer and orange juice, and the appetizer is the devil egg."

　　 "Gan! Devil!" Karen's pale face paled, "The devil... the devil came so soon?"

　　 Pierce rolled his eyes sharply, picked up a plate of yellow cores with white background from the dining table, stuffed the eye-catching snacks into Karen's hands, and repeated the accent: "Devil eggs, Halloween devil eggs!"

　　 "The devil... the egg?"

　　 Karen stared blankly at the egg in his hand, after a long while, a square face turned white to red, red to red, red to purple, and smoke from the auricle.

　　 He babbled for a long time, then whispered: "Little Pierce, you have a good relationship with the captain. You said, how can the captain let a witch on board?"

　　 "It is the captain's prerogative to select the crew, and even God cannot interfere."

"But that's a witch! With a black cat and a cloak, she looks ugly and mutters to herself. There is a cauldron in the room with lizards, bats, spiders, and poisonous snakes...it is this kind of witch! "

　　 Pierce looked at Karen helplessly.

"Mr. Scott, White Ears seems to prefer the captain who can fish. The captain on the boat is Ms. Yesra. It is my job to cook in the cauldron, and I have never cooked any lizards, bats, spiders, etc. Viper."

"As for mumbling... there was no ship before, but now there is a Germanic boatman. There is also ugliness... Ms. Sarah was a little dirty when she first got on the ship, but after washing her face, you touched your conscience and said, Is she ugly?"

　　 Karen was so stunned that the flowers were in full bloom.

　　 Pierce wiped his hands and removed his apron: "Mr. Scott, if you really care so much, why don't you just ask the captain?"

"I asked……"

　　 "What did Mr. Captain say?"

　　 Karen took a deep breath: "He said that witches are honorifics, and witches are slander. And the one who boarded the ship is a witch, not a witch..."

　　 "Do you understand this?"

　　 "If I understand, will I come to you?"

　　 Pierce sighed quite understandingly: "Actually, I also secretly asked about this."

　　 "What did the captain tell you?"

　　 "He said... if you eat lightly these two days, you may see blood on the boat."

　　 Karen slowly opened his eyes.

　　 He muttered to himself: "The captain kidnapped a witch, and the devil is coming..."

　　……

　　 Lorraine who abducted the witch is fishing.

He sat cross-legged on the bow deck, with four fishing rods erected in front of him, with boneless white ears lying on his legs, his double knives lying flat beside him, and the tarpaulin uncovered behind his back. Scott Ballista.

　　 The fish in the Bay of Biscay are very easy to catch. Four rods were launched, and two of them had bitten hooks. The bright white buoys sank under the water, but Lorraine had no intention of starting.

　　 White ears are a foodie, catch one and eat one. At the moment, I have eaten a hake and a small sardine. If you continue to use the pole, the little guy will be too hard to walk, which is bad for your stomach.

　　 After waiting so boringly until the third rod sinks, Lorraine finally heard a footstep.

　　The one who came is Henna.

　　Although Hannah walked without a sound, she followed Noya behind her, and naturally followed the sound.

Noah washed herself, her little hands, her clean face, and uncooked water droplets on the ends of her curly hair. They were crystal clear in the moonlight, adding a bit of charm to the owner of the hair. There is a smell of a Roma woman.

　　 Lorraine waved at Noya.

　　 Noya walked onto the deck, bit her lip and stood behind Lorraine.

　　 "Are you used to it on a boat?"

　　 "Although it is the first time to go to sea, the Roma are naturally able to adapt to all the means of transportation. This is a gift given to us by our ancestors." Noya replied in a low voice.

　　 "It's fine if you don't get seasick." Lorraine picked up the white ear and put it back into Noya's hand. "The witch and the black cat are a good match. The little guy always depends on me, which makes the fish decouple."

　　 "Meow!" The little guy grumbled dissatisfiedly, stepped on Noya's shoulder, and rushed into the bottom cabin.

　　 Lorraine laughed dumbfounded, stood up and got up a huge tuna, black back and white belly, cyan vertical stripes, to say less than 30 kilograms, flopping desperately on the deck, slapped and slapped.

　　 Henna took a knife to its operculum, picked it up, threw it into the bucket, then returned the knife to its sheath, and sat down against Lorraine.

　　 "Are you going to use a fishing fork?"

　　 "Be prepared, it depends on how many people come."

　　 Henna nodded: "When do you think they will come?"

"Tonight? Or tomorrow night?" Lorraine smiled and put on the bait and set his rod. "The Roma are wanderers on land. They want to **** people from the wanderers on the sea. They dare not delay too much. For a long time, I dare not blatantly."

　　"It should be tonight~www.wuxiamtl.com~Noya suddenly interrupted and said, "Mrs. Alfonso may persuade the Viscount at any time that if there is no fate crystal ball, the cousins ​​will not be able to do divination and will be driven away. "

　　 "So I can see it tonight..." Lorraine looked at the calm sea inexplicably, "Noya, can you let me see your crystal ball?"

"Eh?"

　　 "If there is a conflict with the customs of the Roma..."

　　 "No, it's just that most people will stay away from Wubu's tools, so..." Noya stammered, quickly took out the crystal ball from the cloth bag, held it in both hands, and handed it to Lorraine.

　　 Lorraine solemnly took it.

　　 The crystal ball is very heavy, weighing about five or six catties, but it is only the size of an orange, which is worth a grip.

　　 Lorraine held it high and approached the moon, and through the moonlight, he could see dense hair lines in the deep purple sphere of brilliance on the outside.

　　The distribution of these lines is very peculiar, which is composed of wide or narrow, thin or thick light-blocking bands in the sphere.

　　 The light penetrates the transparent sphere and becomes uneven in intensity. The moon in the sphere will rippling, just like the reflection in the water will be broken.

　　 Lorraine understood clearly, knowing that Noah’s witchcraft, as he had previously thought, was a kind of hypnosis of consciousness using light and shadow...

　　 Generations of people in the Romsala department have been exhausted with wisdom to figure out how to use the natural hair strands in the crystal ball of destiny. If they change a ball to cast a spell, their witchcraft effect will definitely be greatly reduced.

　　In other words, the Destiny Crystal Ball is an irreplaceable component of the witchcraft of the Romsala Department.

　　 Lorraine smacked his lips and solemnly returned the crystal ball to Noya.

　　 He saw Pierce beckoning in the stern cabin with the dinner plate, and said, "Go and eat. I'm full, so I can stay up late..."