The Laughing Clown in Pirate

There were no clouds in the sky, and the blazing sun hung high in the sky and cast its sunlight viciously. The sunlight also reflected from the silvery waves towards Arthur. As a result, his chin, thighs, back, and chest were all exposed to the sunlight.

Like a tightly clenched sponge, sweat pours out from the body, drying up to the extreme.

He paddled mechanically with both hands, but his eyes were fixed on the bucket, his consciousness in a trance.

Little Bucky sat behind Arthur, greedily feeling the gentle sea breeze, but there was very little cooling wind. Most of the time, he only felt the heat of the sun shining on his body. His skin was already red and burning.

The ground hurts. He is a child who has never been to the sea and has not yet developed tough skin that can be exposed to the sun for a long time.

Scar the Lion sat behind Little Bucky, sticking out his tongue, chest heaving, and panting rapidly. The hot breath he breathed hit Little Bucky's neck, while his long tail drooped in the sea water, absorbing the rare coolness.

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"Take a rest and drink some water." Arthur thought, put the oar in the boat, and took out a gourd of fresh water from the bucket. He took a deep sip, stopped his desire for water, and poured out the water.

Passed it to Bucky.

Bucky drank water gurglingly, while Scar, the lion behind him, swallowed his saliva and waited quietly for his turn.

But Bucky finished the water, and handed the gourd to Arthur. Arthur washed the gourd in the sea water and put it in the bucket.

Scar let out a low growl, which frightened Bucky. He asked to sit in front of Arthur. Arthur agreed to Bucky's request and changed places with Bucky, and gently patted Scar's chest to comfort him.

Bearing anxious scars.

"Dad, don't bring Scar on the boat, it..."

"It's okay, Bucky, we will soon reach land or encounter a merchant ship and be rescued." Arthur said at the time, but after only half a day on the whaling ship, Scar was already restless.

The sun finally sank into the deep sea and entered a deep sleep.

The stars fell from the dark blue skirt of the night lady, were pushed into a pile by the silvery white waves, and crashed beside the white-painted wooden boat.

Arthur sat in the middle of the boat, holding a fishing rod, looking at the inky sea with floating stars. He lifted the rod, and the strips of meat on the fishhook had disappeared, and the smooth fishhook shone in the moonlight. He sighed and cut off the fish again.

The strips of meat were hung on the fishhook and thrown into the sea. Lion

Scar lay lying on the stern of the boat. He stretched out his barbed tongue and licked his nose to keep it moist. Little Bucky, whose head was dizzy from the sun, lay on the boat and fell asleep, with the gentle sea breeze.

Caress his red and peeling back and take away his painful murmurs.

Arthur continued to sit on the swaying boat. The fishing rod in his hand was suddenly lowered, and he almost wanted to let go. Arthur screamed, put his right foot on the railing of the boat, and leaned back.

But the fish was not that big. The silver fish was caught in the air by the power of the fishing rod, and it swam across the deep blue sky and stars, and was finally swallowed by the lion in the bright white moon.

The fish head still hanging on the hook swayed in the sea breeze. Arthur opened his eyes wide and looked at the lion enjoying the feast of blood.

"Scar..." he called softly, but he couldn't make the lion look back.

Through its less dense mane, Arthur could see the bright red fish meat scattered on the deck and the insufficient blood of the fish.

"Scar..." He called again.

The ugly lion finally turned around, blood splashing on its face with deep scars, and its dehydrated and bloodshot eyes looked directly at Arthur. It stretched out its legs and walked towards Arthur step by step, with the broken body behind it

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For a moment, Arthur trembled all over and clenched the handles of the two guns inserted in his belt. This was left by the female pirate, one of which took Norris's life.

The lion pushed Arthur away forcefully, and its fur slid across Arthur's chest. Arthur held the railing back, and through the beast's chest, he seemed to be able to feel the resurrecting wild heart.

The lion stepped over the lying little Bucky, knocked off the lid of the bucket, lay down on the bucket, and drank happily. The sound of his tongue hitting the water echoed the sound of the rustling waves.

Arthur stared at the lion closely until it drank enough and lay down on the bow of the boat. The lion felt Arthur looking at it. It glanced back, didn't care, turned its head, and laid its head in front of him.

Between his paws, he fell asleep quietly.

The waves were still pushing the boat, and the boat was bouncing in the sea. An idea appeared in Arthur's mind, and tears welled up in his eyes. Step by step, he quietly walked to Scar the Lion.

He pulled out two guns from the waistband of his trousers, one against the lion's chin and the other close to the lion's ear. His hands were inserted into the not-thick black mane, as if stroking the lion's neck.

Two gunshots, almost blending into one, rang out in the silent night, followed by the painful and tragic whimpering of the lion. Little Bucky woke up from the night, only to see his father standing under the bright moon and stars.

In front of the lion, a pool of blood flowed down the cabin from the bow of the ship, and it was dark in color.

"Bucky, keep sleeping!" The tearful father turned around and showed a smile.

That was the gentlest smile Bucky had ever seen.

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The quiet night faded away, and seagulls soared in the sky, chirping noisily.

The blazing sun once again hit Bucky's reddish skin and stung him awake. Bucky wiped the secretions from the corners of his eyes with his salt-encrusted hands, opened his eyes and looked towards the bow of the ship.

Arthur was sitting on the bow of the boat, his eyes were red, and there was a prepared yellow lion skin under his buttocks. The lion's mane was covered by him on the bow of the boat, and was trembling in the sea breeze.

The processed red meat is piled on the bow of the boat. After pickling, it is enough for an adult to eat for a month.

Looking further into the distance, there is first the light blue ocean, then the white rocky island, with dots of green on it, and on top of this green, there are white seagulls.

"Dad, island!" Bucky pointed behind Arthur.

"I know, Bucky, I know!" Arthur said, covering his face with his hands.

Bucky looked at the pile of red flesh on the bow of the boat again, and he knew it was Scar.

He was a little out of breath, but he felt that his father was too tired, so he took the oar and paddled hard.

It wasn't until the sun hung in the center of the sky again that the ship collided with the hard rock and docked. At this moment, Arthur suddenly burst out laughing, and the record pointer attached to the upper right corner of the map was rotating wildly and chaotically.

Arthur ran up the bare, solid white rock and checked everything on the map. He had never felt so energetic. His career as a funny clown was fading away, and he no longer had to make a living among the terrible laughter.

He will go to an island far away from Fat Robbie, become a rich man, and find a good-looking, quick-working woman to be the mother of little Bucky. He will live in a two-story villa made of white bricks and stones.

He who has a yard can grow vegetables in it. When it gets late, he can

Lying on the deck chair smoking a good cigarette and humming a song. Maybe in his spare time, he would go back to the port to go fishing. He would send Bucky to a big city to learn accounting. If his brain is not good enough, he would spend a

With the money, it would be a bit dangerous for him to join the navy, but it is better than being a civilian.

Being a pirate is better than being a civilian!

"Daddy, daddy!" Behind Arthur, Bucky screamed. But Arthur walked too fast, and Bucky could only see his back but couldn't keep up.

"Bucky, you have to hurry up, good times are just around the corner!" Arthur turned around from a high place, smiled and waved to Bucky.

When the panting Bucky finally caught up with Arthur, Arthur was sitting on a white rock, with more than a dozen pages of yellow fur scattered around him.

There were words on the fur, and runes like demonic symbols were painted on the five-line horizontal bars.

"Treasure! My treasure! This is a fart treasure!" Arthur cursed fiercely, tears welling up in his eyes: "Only gold and silver treasures can be considered treasures, you bastard!"

Arthur cried first, and then laughed tragically. Although he was not wearing clown makeup, Bucky felt that he indeed looked like a clown.

Arthur suddenly pointed his gun at Bucky. Bucky screamed for his father and ran around to dodge.

The exposed white stone cut his ankle and was stained with blood.

Arthur stood up unsteadily, facing the bright and dazzling sun.

He raised the gun that had killed his friend and friend, put it to his chin, and laughed hysterically.

So, under the bright sun, there was a gunshot, and Arthur fell on the white rock.

The sound of waves was still lapping against the white rocks, and a pirate ship was sailing towards the white island. The pirates got off the pirate ship and boarded the island laughing.

They met the red-nosed child who was filling the soil.

"Little guy, are you here to look for treasure too?" the pirate with a big black beard said with a smile, and a group of pirates stood behind him.

"You are talking about these hateful things!" Bucky filled the pit with soil with a large flat shell, without looking back: "If you want it, just take them all, these things are not considered treasures!"

"Hahaha... This thing has a history of three hundred years. It is a music score left by the great musician Maybach! It describes the scene, customs and customs of a great country at that time!"

"Then how much can I sell it for?"

"If it were me looking for the seller, it would probably be fifty million beli. If it were you, little guy, it would be worthless."

"Then it's junk!"

Bucky was still digging the hole, and his tears fell on the white hard earth.

The pirate with a black beard sat next to Bucky and looked at the man in the pit. He had a big red nose like the boy, a black hole from a gun on his chin, and his skull was completely opened... He committed suicide.

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It was late at night, and Pluto Rayleigh finished telling this short story.

The pirates of the red-haired pirate group looked at him in silence.

The red-haired man was already dry, so he stood up, leaving Bailey behind and walked out of the tavern.

The rain had stopped, and the group of them walked silently on the road that had just been washed away by the heavy rain.

Ben Beckman lit a cigarette and smoked quietly. When the cigarette was finally smoked down to the butt, he dropped the cigarette butt and broke the silence.

"Captain... you named the Island of the End Raff Drew."

"Yeah!" The red-haired man responded in a low voice: "Rav Drew."