I Have Been Sleeping Among Pirates For A Hundred Years

"Your Highness Joel, today is your fourteenth birthday. Get up quickly."

The maid patiently brewed black tea on the side, "I am one year older. I can't get up so late. Be careful of the king and princess coming..."

His voice trailed off, with a hint of a snicker, "Spank your ass!"

"Ianna, what are you talking about? I just fell seriously ill not long ago, and it was too late for them to feel sorry for me."

The boy in pajamas said nonchalantly, turning over again on the large and comfortable bed.

"Perhaps, we should really be grateful for that serious illness..."

The maid looked absently at the hideous scars on her arms that had scabbed for a long time. These were not all, there were countless such scars on her body.

"After that serious illness, Your Majesty Joel, you have become a completely different person. You are no longer so gloomy...ah!"

As she spoke, she screamed in surprise and quickly wiped away the tea that had leaked out of the teacup with a white cloth, while muttering in self-pity,

"Really, how can I say bad things about His Highness and still keep running away? Ianna, you are really becoming more and more lawless now!"

The young man stood up slowly and looked at the maid in front of him, his legs crossed casually, his right hand resting on his chin, a carefree and brilliant smile on his face:

"Ianna, if you do something wrong, you must be punished. I will punish you to secretly get me a cup of Coke. The kind that needs to be iced. Remember, don't let Auri find out!"

"Do you want to drink Coke... Sir?"

The maid who was making tea awkwardly added the honorific at the end of the sentence.

Although she is not yet proficient, she can't help but respond to someone's "request" in this way.

"Why would I say such shameful words... Yes, it's all for the young master's mission!"

she thought to herself.

Joel sat on the edge of the bed, gradually recovered from his daze, smiled lightly at baby-5 and said: "Yes, please go get a bottle of Coke, I haven't drank it for a long time."

"Ma, trouble..."

baby-5 felt that his heartbeat suddenly accelerated a few beats, "Okay, I'll get it right away."

Looking at the maid's leaving figure, Joel couldn't help but rub his eyebrows. Perhaps he had forgotten too many things after sleeping for too long, so that past memories would inadvertently resurface in his mind.

It was indeed a great time.

Perhaps, it is the cruelty of this world that makes people miss every little bit of the past.

After a while, baby-5 took back the Coke and poured it into the tall glass as carefully as making tea.

Joel gracefully picked up the goblet and took a sip: "By the way, do you buy fruits and vegetables on weekdays?"

"Purchase, purchase..."

baby-5 stammered, this completely touched on her blind spot.

When she was in the Donquixote Family, someone would naturally take care of these things, so she didn't need to worry about them.

"I understand, come with me..."

Joel glanced at the expression on baby-5's face, stood up immediately, and walked towards the door, "As a qualified maid, you must learn how to buy ingredients. The freshness of the ingredients will largely affect How the food tastes when it’s finished.”

"But I'm just a killer..." baby-5 whispered.

"If you are a killer, please take off your maid uniform. If you are not, then please take your profession seriously."

Joel opened the door, "You don't want your clothes to cry because of you, do you?"

Baby-5 was suddenly stunned like a thunderbolt...

No one had ever told her that a career as a maid could be so important.

Quickly coming back to her senses, she followed Joel's footsteps and walked toward the deck.

A few seconds later, a pretty figure walked out from the shadow on the wall.

Tashigi followed him on tiptoes and murmured thoughtfully: "Have I heard similar words like 'I don't want the clothes on my body to cry because of you'?"

…

The weather at sea has been strange and changeable these days, so the warship stayed at the island's shelter for several days without sailing.

Joel also acquiesced in this matter.

At this time, he came to the market in the town and guided baby-5 on how to choose ingredients.

"The leaves of fresh cabbage generally look clean and crisp. Secondly, look at the roots. If they are light green or white, it means they have just been picked. If they are dry and shrunken, it means they have been left for a while.

The same is true for tomatoes. Good tomatoes are mostly round in shape, with thin and elastic skin, and feel firm but not soft..."

Joel explained patiently while selecting various fruits and vegetables on the stall.

"Why does a vicious pirate know so many little details of life? Is he a pirate or a chef?"

Tashigi, who tried hard to disguise himself as a bamboo barrel, carefully poked his head out and watched the scene with black lines on his forehead.

"He's really pretty good, and he actually understands these things."

baby-5's eyes sparkled, and he inadvertently showed a hint of admiration, and his heart was even more touched:

"Why are you treating me so gently? I was obviously sent to monitor..."

This feeling of being taken seriously gave her an unprecedented spiritual satisfaction - it was the tolerance and love that she had never received from her father and mother since she was born.

"A total of three thousand one hundred Baileys."

The middle-aged stall owner held the packaged fruits and vegetables, grinning with a missing tooth.

"Pay it."

Joel walked to the next booth.

"Okay, sir!"

Baby-5 lowered his head, with a silly smile on his lips. After paying, he followed Joel's pace contentedly.

"Why is this woman so happy?"

Tashigi looked at the expression on baby-5's face incomprehensibly, "It's obvious that what I bought is just ordinary ingredients, not a rare and famous knife..."

"Apples are for sale, fresh apples, one for three hundred pele, three for one thousand pele."

At a stall not far away, a figure holding a basket shouted feebly.

"There are fresh apples there!"

Baby-5's eyes lit up. Under Joel's guidance, she had understood how to identify fresh fruits. Now in order to prove herself, she ran to the figure without saying a word: "I want to pick three apples by myself!"

"Choose whatever you want." The figure raised the basket with a sickly and wry smile.

"This, this and this."

After baby-5 finished picking the apples and paid Bailey, he happily walked back while holding the apples to observe the color and fullness, and said happily, "These apples I picked must be very fresh!"

"Very bad luck..."

The figure holding the basket looked at the maid's back and slowly got on the back of the sick horse beside him, "Maybe this is fate."

As his feeble words fell, the extremely fresh apple in baby-5's hand suddenly exploded like a time bomb!