Sailing: Signing in for ten years aboard Moby-Dick

New World, an incomparably large ship sails.

Hanging from the mast above was a flag! a pirate flag!

A skull, and a white beard in the shape of a crescent moon!

All of them explain the identity of the owner of this ship!

The World's Strongest Man, Whitebeard, Edward Newgate.

"Do you little devil learn from me lying on this deck?"

A loud laugh was heard, and two people were lying on the deck.

One was tall, even if it was just lying there like a hill.

The explosive muscles contain immense power, enough to make the world tremble!

Not only did it not make him look weak, but it was even more domineering!

He's Whitebeard!

The strongest man in the world!

"Daddy, can you lie on this deck, but I can't lie down?".

"Am I not your favorite child?".

The boy said with a smile.

Whitebeard looked helpless, he didn't have anything to do with this child

Just a six- or seven-year-old kid.

"Goo-la-la-la!, then let it be!".

Whitebeard said with a smile.

"Daddy, don't get used to him. "

Marco walked over from behind, looking at Ferres with a look of helplessness.

"He's still young, and with me, don't be afraid of anything! Daddy will always be behind you!".

Whitebeard said in a loud voice!

The waves are surging!The domineering spirit of the overlord involuntarily exudes!

In other words, this is not the domineering color of the overlord at all, but the momentum of Whitebeard itself!

The sea is constantly surging! Many fish at the bottom of the sea are stunned!

Marco's face was full of helplessness.

"Dad, don't release your domineering spirit if it's okay, the fish under the boat are stunned again. "

Whitebeard smiled and said.

"I'll pay attention next time, but! eat fish tonight! kids! catch fish!".

Ferres looked at the scene in front of him, and there was even a glint in his eyes.

It's tears!

He loved the feeling, the feeling of home.

It soon darkened, but the deck of the Moby-Dick was still brightly lit.

The firelight, accompanied by the sound of singing, continued to spread on this sea.

Although Ferres is only six years old, his appetite is not small at all, and he has eaten several big fish, which is converted to at least dozens of catties of fish meat!

"Willison, your grilled fish is delicious!".

Ferres' mouth was full of grease stains, and he looked at a man in a chef's uniform not far away.

He was still grilling fish, with quite a few people.

Hearing Ferres' voice, he turned back and said.

"Little ghost, if you like it, eat more!But how can you just eat meat and not drink?"

Instantly, everyone around laughed!

Looking at this little imp with the grilled fish, they are looking forward to what he will do next!

"Drink it, drink it! Whoever is afraid of whom!".

Ferres looked at them with a blush on his face.

At this time, can you admit it?

Impossible!

Ferres shouted.

"Bring me wine!".

"The little devil is going to learn to drink too!, Daddy, guess how many drinks he can drink?"

The people around him instantly coaxed.

"I guess the imp pours a cup!".

"It's impossible! After sailing on the sea for so long, can you still fall with a glass?"

"Daddy, guess too!".

Whitebeard sat not far away, holding a bowl of wine larger than Ferres' entire body, and looked at them with a smile on his face.

"I won't guess, you can play slowly, just keep someone to guard the ship. "

Whitebeard said after taking a sip of wine.

"Daddy, even if no one is watching the ship, no one will go crazy and want to attack us, right?"

Joz exclaimed.

In his opinion, even the Four Emperors of the New World would not dare to attack Daddy's ship.

Whether or not to leave anyone to watch the ship is actually the same.

Otherwise, no one would dare to attack.

"Imp, come on!".

A voice rang out, and a wine barrel flew from the sky.

Ferres didn't make too much movement and caught it steadily.

Not even a drop of wine was spilled!

You must know that this barrel is bigger than Ferres's entire person.

Ferres is only six years old now, but he is really not short, with a height of about 1.6 meters.

"Look!".

Ferres said loudly, casually tossing the grilled fish to a man.

Only the opening of the barrel is open, and Ferres is not ambiguous, and it is a word to look up!

"Goo-dong!-goo-dong!".

The wine kept pouring out! Ferres' mouth couldn't drink that much, and a lot of it spilled!

But the people around him, looking at this scene, were full of shock in their eyes!

Is this little ghost so fierce? Poured it directly? Although it has been spilled a lot, it can also be said that it is a good amount of wine.

Half a minute passed, and Ferres kept holding the barrel, which was bigger than his whole body, and was still pouring wine frantically.

"Ahh

Ferres let out a long breath!

Throw the barrel aside.

His face was ruddy, and he shouted loudly!

"I'm done!".

"The little ghost head actually finished drinking!

"Looks like we're underestimating the little ghost!".

The people around shouted one after another, and they couldn't imagine that Ferres could drink so well.

But the next moment everyone was dumbfounded!

Ferres shouted, who else actually fell down in an instant.

Lying on the deck, he snored.