The Laughing Clown in Pirate

Two months after the attack on the Holy Land, unknown waters.

Shaking...swaying with the waves of the sea... The old fish man woke up from his dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the cabin with dim lights. The cabin was very large, but there was only a wooden wall to separate the men and women, and it was filled with the warmth of the fish man.

The fishy smell and the stench of men's sweat.

The old fish man coughed a few times and climbed up from his bed gently.

He had lived in the Holy Land for three years, so he was somewhat unaccustomed to the heavy water vapor and rocky sea life.

Gently opening the cabin door, the fur tribe werewolf on the observation deck immediately turned his attention, his eyes reflecting green light in the night.

The old fish man waved to the werewolf, and the werewolf nodded slightly and turned his eyes elsewhere.

The old fish man stepped on the swaying board of the ship, and the cool sea breeze at night blew through his thin hair. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and took out a box of matches and a match head.

It was a little wet, so he stroked it three times before lighting the fire.

Phew... He took a deep breath, and the smoke he exhaled filled the air before his eyes and was blown away by the sea breeze.

When he came to the stern of the boat, he saw a young fishman already standing at the stern. After stopping, he still stood by the fence a little away from the young fishman.

At this time, the sky is filled with stars, and the misty clouds in the distance surround the starry sky, making it even more brilliant. The dark blue sea is still deep and quiet, only the steady waves are rippling, like the breathing of a sleeping person.

The old fish man took a deep breath, and the tiny flame of the cigarette butt lit up and dimmed in the vast and endless dark blue ocean. The finished cigarette butt was flicked onto the sea by the old fish man.

So where the fallen cigarette butt was, the dark blue ocean gradually lit up with light blue light, and the rays of light shuttled rapidly through this group of light. They swam from one place to another, sometimes turning in circles, and sometimes again.

Floating up and down, the light flashes, and the unknown fish intertwine and change constantly, forming this beautiful and dreamy scene.

“So beautiful!!!”

At some point, the young fish-man who came to the old fish-man sighed and said. The old fish-man glanced at the young fish-man, but his blurry vision did not see the young fish-man's face clearly.

He took out a cigarette and handed it to the young fishman. After the young fishman indicated that he would not smoke, he lit it for himself again.

"Brother, where did you escape from?"

"I don't want to get off this boat anymore. I also want to get a tattoo of the sun."

"Ahem, what do you know? Since you were lucky enough to be rescued by us, just go home!" The old fish man coughed a few times and said in a deep voice.

"It's always like this. You older ones are amazing, but I will also grow up!"

The young man said dissatisfiedly.

"I also want to follow the captain and liberate the world!"

"Shut up. If you want to know the story, I'll tell it to you, but then go home!"

So, the old fish man told the legendary story in a low and rough voice like a black reef.

In that story, there are laughing clowns, determined murlocs, bombardments that shake the world, fire and blood, and those who laugh and rush to their death.

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As a senior carpenter and shipwright, the old fishman was deceived by cunning humans into boarding the ship as a slave in the name of work. He made a living by making some carpentry gadgets for the Celestial Dragons in the Holy Land of Mariejoia, and was even more marginalized by human slaves.

, so... when the Joker and Fisher Tiger freed the slaves, he always looked down on the fish people who fought bravely.

"Humans are hiding behind, why are the murlocs so desperate? Are they so mean!"

So, he kept holding the explosive rock he picked up and followed the crowd. Many people died! More than half of the fishmen were killed or injured. But the old fishman persisted until the end, and he followed the crowd until they ran to the sacred staircase.

harbor.

The responding ship was engaged in a naval battle with a warship. The Joker and Fischer Tiger led the soldiers to hold back the CP0 agents.

At this moment, amidst the sound of cannons that resounded in the sky, a young fishman stopped the old fishman. He had seaweed-green curly hair and a hearty smile.

"Big brother, you still have bomb rocks!"

"No, go away!"

The old fish man held his own survival tool and looked at the young man in front of him warily. Who knew what he would do with this thing and participate in the battle with enthusiasm?

The murlocs have shed enough blood for humans tonight!

The old fish-man didn't believe that this explosive rock would have any great effect on this fish-man whose hair had not even grown yet.

"But, I just saw it clearly!"

The fish-man young man was stopped by another fish-man young man.

"Forget it, time..."

The sound was blurred by the sound of the cannon, and the old fishman saw a dozen fishmen gathered together, jumping into the water together, and swimming away into the distance.

Boom...boom...boom!! Soon, continuous explosions sounded on the sea in the distance.

The responding ships rammed away the warships that turned into balls of flames, and the corpses that covered the sea surface, and quickly headed towards the harbor.

Click... click... Solid wooden boards fell from the side of the ship and rested on the hard marble of the harbor.

"Get on the boat! Get on the boat quickly!" The fisherman and clown crew members on the boat shouted loudly.

The slaves cheered and stepped onto the boarding board of this life, and the old fishman was just carried onto the ship.

He...can't figure it out...

The flashing unknown fish extinguished its light due to some disturbance, and a black shadow jumped up from the bottom of the sea. It was silent, and even the splash of water was almost gone.

With a flash of the knife, the old fishman's throat was cut deeply.

Enemy attack! Enemy attack!

The old fish man wanted to roar loudly, but no sound came out.

In front of him, the young fishman with seaweed-colored hair gradually disappeared like foam on the ocean.

He pointed to the pocket on the old fishman's chest, which was at the heart of his left chest, where a bomb rock was carefully wrapped.

"Yeah, I still have that thing..."

Relying on the strong physical fitness of the fish man, the old fish man ran a few steps in front of him and knocked the black shadow against the railing. The exposed wound sprayed blood all over the black shadow.

He was holding the explosive rock in his hand that was covering his neck. With the fishman's wrist strength ten times stronger than that of a human, the explosive rock shattered.

Strong firelight illuminated the stern of the ship, accompanied by violent explosions.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The broken old fishman fell into the deep blue sea. He gradually sank, and the sea water soothed him.

In this sunless blue, in the vague and sinking consciousness

A flash of blue suddenly pierced everything...

Blue sky and white clouds, continuous artillery fire in the distance, roaring people on the ground...

"Big brother, do you still have a bomb rock?" The passionate young man patted the old fish man's shoulder and asked with a smile.