Chapter 6

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Listening to this beautiful conversation, everyone felt a strange sensation in their hearts—clearly, the ship had not yet docked, clearly, they had not yet disembarked, clearly, they had not yet had the chance to enjoy a refreshing and delicious beer... Standing on the deck, with the sea breeze blowing, they inexplicably felt as if they were already... intoxicated

Do not press for answers, trust me, insisting on getting to the bottom of things will only make the already awkward atmosphere even more uncomfortable

As soon as Raymond finished speaking, a furious outburst of resistance erupted from his room

What does it mean

Isn't it? The water has arrived, the time for idle chatter is over, come over and take a shower

It is difficult to understand? I am saying that you lack aesthetic sense

However, caught between the elbows of First Officer Raymond, no matter how he struggled, he was completely unable to free himself from that restraint. Whether he flailed his arms or kicked his legs with all his might, the man holding him remained unaffected, maintaining a steady and swift pace towards the lounge on the second deck.

So I encourage you to read more books; what success can you achieve by spending all day playing with a parrot

This guy is quite adorable when he doesn't speak

What to do

"As someone with hair as strikingly red as mine, what qualifications do you have to speak to me in such a manner?"

Do you know what the god Mercury symbolizes at sea in a literal sense

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New sailor : `` ... ... ''

The first mate, Raymond, took quite a long time to bathe his "pet," while the sailors on deck expressed their exhaustion and complete disinterest in investigating the loud noises occasionally emanating from the second deck. At one point, it sounded as if someone had forcefully slammed another's head against the deck, which was indeed quite loud. However, the subsequent series of even more intense "rumbling" and "clanging" noises indicated that both individuals in the first mate's cabin were still alive. Consequently, the sailors pretended that nothing had happened and that they had heard nothing, bustling about as they brought the fleet to shore.

Fart!

As the man lazily leaned against the sofa and lit his second cigarette, he finally heard the bathroom door being pulled open from the inside. Instinctively, he lifted his eyelids, but this movement caused a slight crack in his mouth due to a new scratch above the corner of his eye. He squinted slightly, and amidst the swirling white smoke of the tobacco, he took a thorough look at the young man with black hair who was slowly walking towards him, enveloped in a warm, humid aura—his slender figure justifying the nickname of a monkey. Compared to Raymond's skin that seemed perpetually unable to tan, Lando's complexion leaned more towards the healthy wheat color typical of young boys. This skin tone, when cleaned up, paired with his inherited black hair from his father, was actually quite suitable.

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Do not move while I rush over to you

A meddlesome person approached and asked obsequiously, "Boss, what is this—"

As Lando excitedly held the pair of shorts up to himself, the man frowned. When he noticed that Lando seemed determined to pull the garment onto his legs and deftly connected a drawstring with a familiar "click" to the top of the skinny pants, the man's furrowed brow could practically crush a fly.

My meaning is

He was originally about to praise Lando for his rare moment of having a more normal gaze, but at that moment, he saw the latter without saying a word, dragging out a pair of skinny pants that had somehow found their way to the bottom of his wardrobe.

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This unidentified creature is still struggling desperately

The sailors fell silent in an instant, exchanging glances with one another in unison

In a few seconds

However, at this moment, in Raymond's right elbow, there was an additional lump of an unknown organism compared to the state of his empty hands when he went down

When the sailors on the lookout tower could vaguely see the lights illuminating the sky above the Barcelona port they were about to dock at, as bright as day, and when the sea breeze carried the songs and laughter from this place known as the "Port of the Setting Sun" to the ears of every sailor filled with longing, suddenly, they heard a familiar "thud" sound coming from the direction of the cargo hold entrance. Everyone simultaneously withdrew their gaze from the port, which was getting closer to them, and a few seconds later, they saw their first mate reappear in their line of sight

You are mistaken; I have only raised monkeys, and right now, one of them is baring its teeth and chattering at me incessantly, because it has developed a deep friendship with the fleas on its body, making it hard for them to part.

At this moment, both the first mate of the Suez and the future heir to the captaincy of the Suez are still alive and well

Raymond leisurely raised one hand, steadily catching the waist buckle inlaid with a complete ruby and casually tossing it aside. At this moment, his long legs were lazily resting on the small table in front of the sofa, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he watched the young man with black hair standing beside his wardrobe, engrossed in rummaging through his clothes. He observed as the young man pulled out his jacket, which was the most fashionable style of the moment and a creation from one of the best fashion designers in Spain. The double-layered jacket fit Raymond perfectly, and the design of the sleeves was reasonable, allowing for free movement of his arms. It was a piece of clothing he quite liked to wear on ordinary days.

Come here

At this moment, Raymond had already brought Lando up to the second deck. Upon hearing the question, he merely let out a grunt from deep in his throat, without turning his head, and casually tossed out the words, "Giving the pet a bath." He then lifted his foot and with a "bang" kicked open the door to his cabin, carelessly throwing the young man with black hair into the room as if discarding trash. After completing this series of actions, the man finally turned back and said to the group of sailors below, who were gaping up at him in confusion, "Send a bucket of hot water up."

I will not wash!

However, Lando seems prepared to challenge Raymond's limits today

After completing a series of embarrassing outfits that made one want to lock him in the cabin and prevent him from disembarking, the young man with black hair circled around Raymond's cabin. Finally, he accurately located the chest where the first mate of the Sizz was keeping his personal belongings in the corner of the room. He opened the chest and, without even looking, grabbed a brooch inlaid with a large emerald resembling a pigeon egg and pinned it onto himself.

What do you mean

Raymond

He stared at the young man with black hair, who was currently facing away from him and unceremoniously rummaging through his wardrobe in an attempt to select an outfit to put on. Suddenly, he blurted out: "Monkey, how about taking some rat poison and becoming a mute? If you become a mute monkey, I might treat you a little better?"

You speak with such determination; remember in this lifetime not to let me see you talking to yourself.

Whether in terms of clothing or in terms of friendships

You have just raised a parrot

Laozi, this is innate—forget it, you don't understand anything... What kind of attire is this, looking like a woman

Raymond turned around without hesitation and said "Get lost" as he returned to the cabin, beginning to smoke.

Randall: "Get lost"

You have just grown green hair, stop talking nonsense! Let go of me! The ship is about to dock, I will get off the ship and wash the same thing at little Maria's house!

Raymond never wears such pants; he suspects that it is very likely that a tailor has secretly slipped them to him with ulterior motives—then the next time he sells such pants, he can advertise them with phrases like "Raymond's deputy style"

Be good, be quiet

In fact, after a considerable amount of effort that left both of them quite exhausted, they both compromised. One of them turned around and honestly rolled back into the bathtub to wash off all the dirt from his body, while the other leaned against the door frame and, after watching for a while and finding it quite uninteresting to see a monkey bathe, casually remarked, "If I don't watch you, you won't drown in the bathtub, will you?"

Raymond silently gave the young man with black hair in front of him his first positive evaluation in life

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Little Maria? What is that? When did you raise a parrot in Barcelona?

Monkey, have you ever had a moment of realization that you are an ape rather than a treasure chest? Does relying on adorning yourself in vibrant colors and hanging with jewels to attract others' attention not make you feel particularly sad?

It has been proven that Pader is indeed correct

The man stands tall with his chest out, his face still looking exactly the same as it did before he left the warehouse... expressionless.

Not washing? Look down at yourself—do you see it? Never mind, don't look anymore; you're about to grow green fur, a sign of monkey pox. If you don't wash soon, it will become a terminal illness

Thus, Raymond could no longer endure it.

I do not converse with those who lack aesthetic appreciation

Go away! Maria is a woman's name! Woman!

As soon as the man finished speaking, the young man with black hair responded by fiercely throwing a finely crafted waist buckle that he had casually picked up.

Pad: "Generally speaking, it should not be."

Many sailors : `` ... ... ''

I do not know

You are just playing with the parrot! It has been said that little Maria is a woman. By the way, you just said—

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At this moment, his damp black hair was softly sticking to his forehead, and for some reason, it gave off a rather obedient impression

So you won't come over? Then let's discuss the issue of gambling now

What is the matter?

"Woman? Stop dreaming. With your current appearance, even a mother mosquito wouldn't want to bite you"

Do you have mosquito bites on you

At that moment, the charge captain Pad, walking beside him, noticed and reassuringly patted his shoulder, then said in a tone that he himself hardly believed: "Don't worry, it's just a bath, nothing serious will happen."

New sailor : `` ... ... ''

Sailors without tasks eagerly disembarked at the first opportunity, while those with tasks hurriedly dispersed from the deck, forming small groups to coordinate with the dock personnel... A newly recruited sailor, lacking strong psychological resilience, looked back three times before stepping off the ship—fearing that if he returned to this deck, he would suddenly find himself a pitiful creature without a chief mate or the future heir to the captaincy.