Chapter 1
The young man with black hair shivered sensually, revealing a foolish expression, crouched down like a thief and poked the little ghost again: "Do it again."
Milk and cheese are on sale! Fresh coconuts just picked from the tree are on special today
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The little boy crazily raised his head.
Boss, boss—something serious has happened, boss
Randall instinctively wanted to shake his head, however, when he lowered his gaze, he caught sight of the tattered straw sandals of the child, beside which lay a worn-out burlap sack, scattered with a dozen or so fish of varying sizes and species. He abruptly halted his movement... He glanced around and unexpectedly noticed an old black man sitting behind the child, dressed in similarly ragged attire—seemingly sensing his gaze, the child shyly smiled and said: "This is my grandfather"
Indeed, the heir is so confident!
What?
Listening to the rude sailor behind him shouting about his money pouch, a sudden sound of a snicker echoed through the crowd. With a leisurely stride, the young man with black hair affectionately patted the slender pipe hanging at his waist, weighed the substantial money pouch in his hand, and let out a disdainful smile, his black eyes glimmering with reflected light under the sun
The young man with black hair sighed, and his pair of black eyes appeared exceptionally bright even in the darkness. He took his hand out of his pocket and carelessly wiped the tears off the face of the spherical sailor, then said in a voice that was terrifyingly calm: "What happened to my dad?"
"He died." The child chuckled, "He was killed by pirates..."
Young man with black hair
Three silver coins
"Calling someone 'young master' or 'boss' is vulgar!" The young man with black hair rolled his eyes, intending to say something further, but at that moment, he caught sight of the kerosene lamp hanging at the entrance of the nearby bar, which allowed him to clearly see the snot and tears streaming down the face of the chubby sailor. He was momentarily taken aback and retracted his inappropriate expression, asking, "What happened to you? Did your old man die?"
Sailor C: "Of course, it is because Captain Barceloro is experienced and First Officer Raymond is handsome and imposing"
Oh, the young man with black hair paused for a moment on his face, "Then... then you have my condolences"
Do you understand
In the year 1488, Babylon Sea, the Balearic Islands
Come call me once
The sailor, who was overweight, had mucus flowing into his mouth
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I want to die
Wuwuwu, young master, Captain Barcelona... he... he... he is no more
This gentleman ... ...
After careful consideration, the young man with black hair decided to do good to the end, contributing his last three silver coins to the bar owner to support his dream of opening a branch on the southern coast of Babylon with a touch of love. As for dining, please look up towards the dock—do you see those various impressive ships of different heights, shapes, and sizes moored by the dock? Do you see the flag of the Barceló family fluttering atop the mast? Please look up towards the dock—do you see those various impressive ships of different heights, shapes, and sizes moored by the dock? Do you see the flag of the Barceló family fluttering atop the mast? Climb up with your eyes closed; any ship will serve as Señor Lan's free dining hall.
Hey, someone come quickly! Catch the thief!
The captain said, "Wuwuwu, he asked you to retrieve the Leviathan that he lost in the Babylonian Sea and hand it over to the Royal Navy of Sildon, to contribute to the exploration of new territories"
The Black child reacted quickly and reached out to catch the heavy bag of money
Captain of the Barcellona
Young man with black hair: "Tsk, what do you know? That is what he understands about subtle brilliance—do you know what subtle brilliance is? It is completely different from that ostentatious person, Raymond. Low-key! Luxurious! Elegant!"
It is also sufficient to touch the little hands of the sisters in special industries, of course, just the little hands, nothing more.
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The middle-aged sailor A, who was discussing joyfully and loudly, turned his head and immediately saw a young man with black hair lazily smoking on a large rock behind them. At that moment, at his feet lay a half-drunk coconut, and he was dressed in the most fashionable "Ah Fei" outfit in town—brightly colored fluffy shorts, trendy knee-high socks adorned with bows, and a pair of shiny high heels on his feet. If it weren't for the fact that his face looked quite decent, the sheer outrageousness of his outfit would have made one feel an impulse to walk up and punch him.
The overweight sailor nodded frantically
Sailor B: "I heard, I heard—safely weathering that sudden storm, all the cargo was delivered to the Vatican without a single item lost! How was it done! How! Was! It! Done!"
Sailor A continued with a blank expression: "What other talents does that second-generation heir have besides drinking, gambling, and dancing with women? I thought we only needed to mention this name when tallying up the gambling debts owed to Wang!"
The captain also said to hold tightly onto the thigh of First Officer Raymond and not to let go, for the century-old foundation of the Lando family must not falter
There are two types of people in the world that must be circumvented: children and Raymond
Young Master
I said, you ignorant peasants, all you do is call out 'Raymond' 'Raymond' all day long. The young man with black hair curled his lip, revealing a disdainful expression as he mocked, 'Do you not know that Captain Barcelona has a handsome, talented, and strong son?
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He gave the pouch of money sufficient to buy a fishing boat to the little ghost in exchange for a bag of unevenly sized shallow sea fish. It was not until Lando carried the bag of fish, which emitted a foul odor, and wandered around for several more hours that he suddenly realized he had not eaten anything all day. Feeling his stomach, which was so hungry it felt like it was touching his back, the young man with black hair pouted, reached into his pants pocket, and after a three-second pause in his expression, he emotionlessly pulled out three silver coins and a roll of high-quality bandages.
Boss, boss—something serious has happened, boss
Sailor A: "Indeed, indeed, Captain Barcelona and First Officer Raymond are simply the treasures of Babylon navigating the seas, the most brilliant gems in the history of navigation"
The young man with black hair lowered his head, and after a few seconds of eye contact with the persistent little brat who was quite skilled at psychological warfare, he scratched his head and honestly said, "Lando"
Buy a chilled beer at the bar
Randall raised his hand to signal the other party to be quiet, then he lowered his head and pondered for a moment, revealing a troubled expression. Three seconds later, he took a deep breath and lifted the entire tattered sandbag onto his shoulder. As the little brat stared in astonishment, about to shout "Thief," he casually threw the heavy money pouch in his hand towards him.
The newcomer was a sailor of similar age to Lando, and as for his physique... to put it metaphorically, when he came rushing towards Lando, in the newly fallen night, the young man with black hair felt as if he were seeing a ball clad in red shorts rolling thunderously towards him
Young master, wuwuwu, the old captain has a last word!
Hehehe, let's do it one last time
Young man with black hair
I heard it
While the surrounding sailors were engaged in lively and cheerful discussions, a young man with long black hair, quietly biting on a long pipe and inhaling tobacco, let out a nonchalant hum.
"It doesn't matter," the young man with black hair laughed three times, then suddenly lowered his voice, "After all, it's not my money."
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Just thinking about those ships, just thinking about that perverted workaholic, Alroje...
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The young man with black hair waved his hand dismissively and was about to stride away when suddenly someone tugged at the hem of his clothes. He paused, looked down, and found himself locking eyes with a pair of bright eyes belonging to a Black child: "Sir, what is your name, sir?"
Sailor C's calm demeanor: "Since everyone is dead, does it really matter?"
What happened to the promise of "Son, I love you"! Even on his deathbed, this old man still has to shout slogans; what is wrong with him
Hehehe, let's do it again
Randall only felt that this sunny noon was overshadowed by a small cloud hovering above his head
What is a last will?
What else is there to say
I want all the fish. The young man with black hair pouted.
Sailor B, in a contemplative manner, said: "What was the name again? Something like Lan..."
Sailor B continued to ponder, saying: "I don't quite understand the idea of keeping a low profile, but I heard that Lando is quite prone to seasickness. Oh dear, how could such a strangely constructed being even dare to be born from the belly of Captain Bartholomew's wife! I heard that this time Captain Bartholomew sustained serious injuries while battling the storm, and he might not make it. If you ask me—huh? Where is everyone?—huh huh huh? Where is my money pouch?" I heard that this time Captain Bartholomew sustained serious injuries while battling the storm, and he might not make it. If you ask me—huh? Where is everyone?—huh huh huh? Where is my money pouch?
Sailor A: "Oh dear, have you heard? It's the ship 'Siz' from Barcelona again! Yes, again!"
"Awooo, do it again."
In his ears, the sound of the first wave of dance music resonated in the bar that had just welcomed the night, mingled with a hint of the salty and fishy sea breeze that blew past the young man with black hair. He slowly raised his hand to remove the hat made of tattered cloth that he wore on his head, then inserted his hand into his pocket, gently rubbing the roll of disinfectant bandage he had just purchased and had not yet had the chance to use.
Young man with black hair: "Lando, thank you"
Captain Bartholomew Captain Bartholomew Captain Bartholomew
Randall thought for a moment, seeing that this little fellow was staring at him with such effort that it was quite exhausting. He simply squatted down to get closer and asked, "Where are your parents?"
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Amidst the crowd, Lando looked around, observing the goods sold by the vendors. His gaze, filled with interest, swept over the fresh apples and pears, finally resting on the plump, enticing cherries... Just as he was about to speak, the aroma of bread from the neighboring stall wafted into his nostrils... The young man with black hair inhaled deeply, standing among the bustling crowd, at this moment, every cell in his body was marveling at the beauty of the land—however, just thinking about the impending end of his brief shore leave made him feel as if he might soon be forced back to that endless rocking, where the only joy lay in singing and dancing with a group of rough men, causing a throbbing pain in his head.
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After the rain, the sky cleared, and seagulls called as they flew over the Balearic Islands. The dock today remains lively as ever. Sailors waiting for the fleet to arrive and seeking temporary work gather at the dock, chattering animatedly about the latest strange and unusual happenings.
The overweight sailor nodded frantically
The overweight sailor shook his head wildly
Grandfather, what should I do if I encounter a lunatic? ... The helpless Black child glanced around anxiously and suddenly felt that perhaps he should not have asked so many questions. However, in front of this strange "uncle" with his terrifyingly gleaming black eyes, he could not withstand the pressure and mustered the courage to call out: "Barceloro ... Captain."
Randall blinked and looked around. He made eye contact with a young Black boy who was looking at him with a timid gaze, clearly of a different nationality. He seemed somewhat surprised and raised his hand to point at himself, as if to ask the boy if he was calling him.
"Sir," the black child asked the young man with black hair in a strange-accented Silton language, "Would you like some fresh sea fish? We just caught it yesterday at sea, and it's still very fresh..."
... Yes, yes, although I do not resemble him, the great Captain Barcelloro is my father, and the great First Mate Raymond is my servant—uh, I mean, my First Mate—I am Lando Barcelloro. If you do not know how to address me respectfully, you may call me: Captain Barcelloro.
Stop
Clearance sale, royal surplus goods, guaranteed exchange if counterfeit, affordable prices—this gentleman, would you like to experience a life of nobility
Young master, how are you doing now? Do you want to cry? Do you want to fight? Or do you want to face the sea and shout to vent your feelings? Tell me what you want to do, and I will definitely accompany you
The veins on Lando's temples throbbed.
Black child : `` ... ... ''
Purchase two overnight breads
Captain of the Barcelona ship
Well, that's it, I'm leaving
Amidst the ebb and flow of people, Lan Shouye lazily yawned, just as he was about to turn and casually enter a tavern for a drink. At that moment, he heard someone seemingly from a distance shouting his handsome name. The young man with black hair furrowed his brow slightly and stopped in his tracks. Turning around, he saw a familiar face energetically hopping through the crowd, waving at him.
Sailor A, with a blank expression, said: "Didn't his son die a long time ago? Captain Barceloro said so himself the last time at the bar"
What?
Captain of the Barcelona ship
At that moment, a voice filled with shyness suddenly came from his right side
My name is Randobasero.
He looked expressionlessly at the spherical sailor in front of him, who was crying with snot and tears streaming down, and asked, "Are you done crying?"
The captain also said
Light beer, fresh light beer
The Black child blinked and said, "But I can't use that much money..."
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