The Laughing Clown in Pirate

The sky was gloomy and dark, with thick clouds tangled into gray-black vortices in the sky.

The strong wind blew Fisher Tiger's curly long hair. He gritted his teeth and smashed his fist hard into the smooth red rock wall, inserted it deeply and clenched it, then bent his legs and kicked up, climbing up.

He was climbing on the red earth continent, and at the top was Marie Joa.

"Come on...come on..." The sound of cheering came from the huge red balloon floating above Fisher Tiger.

"Shut up! Bucky the Clown!" Tiger roared, his fist smashed into the rock wall, red rocks flying! There were two feet on his shoulders, and there was nothing above the ankles of the feet, and the joints were tied

Holding balloon string.

"Okay, okay, it seems you don't need my encouragement." The wind blew and the balloon rotated, revealing Bucky the Clown lying on the balloon. His long blue hair was tied into a ponytail and spread around his back, with his left hand

He held his cheeks up and looked lazy, while he was tossing a red rock ball in his right hand.

"But... I suggest you move more gently. We are only about 300 meters away from the summit. If you use too much force, you may be heard." Bucky showed a nasty smile and raised his index finger on his head that was painted with red paint to make a laughing expression.

before the mouth.

300 meters! Tiger looked up at the sky, sweat flowing down his face like a stream.

He could see the edge of the sky and the red earth, and the edge was glowing in his sight.

His eyes suddenly reflected a strong light: "I'm almost there, friends, oppressed compatriots!"

Boom...a thunderous sound resounded, and white electricity illuminated the gray world, brilliant and dazzling.

The clown grinned and sang softly in a low, hoarse voice

Do you hear the people sing?

Did you hear the crowd singing?

Lost in the valley of the night

Wandering in the deep valley of night

It is the bsp;of a people

That's the music of the people

Who are climbing to the light

They climb towards the light

For the wretched of the earth

To burn this obscene land

There is a flame that never dies

That’s why there’s this immortal fire

Even the darkest night will end

Even the darkest night will pass

And the sun will rise

the sun will rise

He closed his eyes and hummed the last note.

"You'll be a hero, Fisher Tiger"

"Huh, what about you? What will you become?"

"Hmm... maybe a shadow, a ghost, a criminal?"

The little shoes bounced lightly on Tiger's solid shoulders, the balloon slowly rose, and the clown on the balloon waved to Tiger

"I'm going ahead, Fisher Tiger."

At the outpost, the soldier on duty looked up at the gloomy sky, but his thoughts had already wandered to nowhere. No one had climbed onto the Red Earth Continent for thousands of years, and the reason why he was on duty here was just a cosmetic project for the Holy Land.

He even arranged a small assembly stool for himself, which could be disassembled into ordinary wooden strips when inspected by his superiors. His companion was sleeping comfortably on the sentry tower at this time.

"It's about half an hour until the changing of the guard. I hope the rain won't fall." The soldier took out the cigarette from his companion's chest and touched his chest muscles.

“Quite sturdy”

Skillfully lighting the fire, highlighting the smoke, his wandering eyes saw the bright red in the gray sky.

"That's...a balloon?"

The red balloon slowly floated towards him, and the soldier slowly set up his rifle and took aim.

Through the scope he could see a hand hanging from the balloon.

"Why is there a hand hanging on the balloon?" he wondered.

"Surprise!" Someone suddenly said in the ear, like a naughty child's bad tone when a prank succeeds. The soldier shuddered, and just as he was about to struggle, the cold dagger had already cut his throat.

Warm blood overflowed from the fingers of his palm, and all the strength in his body had quickly drained away with the rushing blood.

The soldier's body in his arms gradually became motionless, and the clown inserted another dagger into the sleeping soldier's heart. When the soldier opened his eyes, he only saw a big red nose and a funny and scary clown face. Not long after he was pressed on the cold wooden board, he died.

Died.

The clown stood up, took off his white gloves stained with red blood, put on a new pair, and looked into the distance

It was already dark at this time, and lights were already lit in Mariegio in the distance.

The red balloon swayed back into the clown's hand.

Breathing heavily, Fisher Tiger finally climbed onto the red soil continent.

Bang! The clown burst the balloon, and the huge red bag fell from the balloon into the clown's arms, causing the clown to stumble.

"Hey!" The clown put the red bag on his shoulder and took a black umbrella from the outpost.

"Sa, Fisher Tiger, let's make a scene"