Pirate’s Brood Order

There are two wooden beds in the room. Opposite the wooden bed is a table with an old black and white TV set on it. The whole room is dim and cramped.

Yarlin turned on the TV, and a picture appeared in it. It was a reporter holding a microphone. The background was a towering white building. In front of the building was a row of navies wearing navy capes, with solemn and majestic expressions.

The camera lens of the picture is shifting, it is a wide street, both sides of the street are full of neatly arranged navy, extending to the end of the road is a towering wide platform, on which three tall figures stand.

The camera shot was sideways, and there was a breeze blowing by. The white background and golden stripes swayed gently with the wind, and the black "justice" son filled the camera.

There was a "rustling" noise in his ears, and he couldn't hear it very clearly. Yaerlin's eyes narrowed involuntarily, "It's like a ceremony for awarding honors."

He watched the noisy picture on the TV, and his thoughts drifted away.

"The technology in this world is really chaotic and weird. There are modern products such as steel battleships, but at the same time retain medieval mast canvas ships; there are lethal firearms such as battle cannons, but flintlock guns are popular. What’s even weirder is semi-automation; cars have not been popularized, but it is said that there is a kind of train that can run on the sea; there is also this kind of ancient TV, but in some big cities there are LED projection technology...”

This chaotic sense of sight makes it difficult for Yarlin to make a correct judgment on the technological process of this world. The impressions of these memories belong to the original owner of this body, and the original owner is just an ignorant pirate. What I saw and heard didn't make me feel anything, but how could Yaerlin, who has occupied the magpie's nest, not think about the reasons behind it.

"It's not that there are some major secrets, there must be terrible problems hidden... The water in this world is probably deeper than I imagined."

Yarlin regained his thoughts, and realized that he needed to find a way to understand the world more clearly. The acquisition of information is as important as the improvement of strength.

And no matter which aspect he started from, becoming a navy must be his best choice at present.

"William, what plans do you have in the future?" Yarlin glanced at William who was staring at the TV in a daze, and suddenly asked.

William returned to his senses and met Yarlin's calm gaze, but his heart was inexplicably cold. He didn't think too much, or he had already thought about this question thousands of times, and he replied in a deep voice: " Yarlin, I will follow your arrangement, if you want me to be a navy, then I will be a navy."

"Which do you think is better, the navy or the pirates?" Yarlin interrupted.

"Be a pirate, this is the era of great pirates..." William replied hesitantly, he knew that Yarlin wanted to be a navy, but he didn't understand what's so good about being a navy, you have to be controlled by others , but wouldn't it be more satisfying to be a pirate, especially the captain of a pirate ship.

Generally speaking, William is a bit smart, but the environment in which he was born and grew up limited his vision and mind. He only saw that this era was the era of great pirates, but he didn't understand that, compared with a loose pirate group, discipline has become more important. The organized navy is still the real ruler of the sea.

"I see!" Yarlin didn't give too much explanation, as if he was just asking and answering casually. He closed his eyes and listened to the "rustling" noise on the TV, quietly waiting for the night to fall.

The night came as promised.

The whole town fell into a deep sleep, and Yarlin suddenly opened his eyes. He and William walked out of the hotel. There was no one downstairs, and the door of the hotel was locked with a brass lock.

This thing can't help the pirates.

They picked the lock open in two or three strokes, pushed open the gate, concealed it, and the two walked towards the outside of the city.

There were no street lights, the road was pitch black, and no one was met along the way. The two walked quickly out of the city towards the beach.

On the boat, Fick lay sprawled on the deck and was soundly asleep, while the ship doctor sat quietly against the wall of the ship. He was not yet sleepy, and his pair of eyes stared at Fick for a while, and then for the lying corpse. Transformed body, the eyes are full of entanglement and struggle.

It's like a mouse trying to escape, but afraid that its actions will wake the cat from its sleep.

Just as he was performing countless life and death dramas in his heart, footsteps of different shades came from under the boat, he suddenly shivered and looked down the boat.

Two pitch-black figures deftly climbed onto the edge of the boat, turned over and entered.

"Fick wake up."

Yarlin glanced at the ship doctor blankly, then raised his foot and kicked Fick.

Fick woke up suddenly, subconsciously clenched the dagger in his arms, and then saw that it was Yarlin, and then got up with a relaxed expression, and his voice was still a little vague: "You two are finally back, if you don't come back, I will get off the boat I'm looking for you."

"Pack up your things, it's time to go."

"oh."

In a quarter of an hour.

A group of people walked silently on the beach. Fick walked in front of him and looked back, and seven figures with strange steps followed behind him with sacks on their shoulders.

The flames behind it grew louder, and the entire Via was gradually engulfed in flames. The wrapped corpse in the bilge made the sound of scorching and deforming. A headless corpse with a black sword stuck in its chest was also mercilessly engulfed by the flames. .

"Don't look, go quickly."

"It just burned like this, it's a pity."

"The pirates on the Via are all dead, what is left of this ship, it must be burned clean." Yarlin never looked back from the beginning to the end.

 ….

The hotel door was pushed open.

A group of people entered, the door lock was re-locked, and the footsteps walked upstairs gently.

In the innermost part of the third floor, the doors of two rooms were opened. Yarlin thought for a while and suddenly said to William: "You and the ship doctor live in the outer room, and Fick and I live in the inner room."

As he spoke, Yarlin entered the room, followed by Fick, and the transformants carrying sacks entered one by one, put the things on the ground, and obediently crawled under the bed to lie side by side.

The door was slowly closed.

outside the door.

William's eyes were full of surprise, while the ship doctor's expression was unconcealable joy.

"You let the two of them stay together? Are you afraid that they will run away?" Fick closed the door and asked Yarlin in a low voice.

Yarlin stood by the window with his back to Fick, his whole body seemed to be bathed in the dim moonlight, his whole body was indescribably cold and gloomy.

"Everyone has the right to choose, choose to stay, or choose to leave." Yarlin's voice said faintly: "The shackles on their feet will not be me, but, you can never guess The ultimate selfish and vicious human nature."

"..." Fick felt inexplicably cold.