The Laughing Clown in Pirate

The little boy stood on the river bank, standing on the ruins.

He was wearing orange clothes, and his chest and back were soaked in muddy water, a filthy black color. His face was also covered with mud, his feet stepped into the water, and there were broken branches, wooden boards, and a squirrel floating in the water.

's corpse.

The squirrel's body was already somewhat rotten, exuding an unpleasant smell and attracting a few flies.

The dirty sea water, mixed with all the fragments of disasters, rushed towards his ankles again and again. The boy raised his head and waited, looking at the merchant ships passing by on the river with his dark eyes.

"Look at that poor boy!" On the deck of the merchant ship, the woman holding the man's arm said with red eyes: "Give him some biscuits."

"You are just too soft-hearted! You can't see this!" The man scratched the woman's nose lovingly and ordered the sailor to throw the prepared biscuits to the boy standing on the shore.

"Catch it, kid!" the sailor shouted, raising his body backwards, and then threw the biscuit vigorously to the little boy's side.

Bang... The square biscuits wrapped in oil paper fell into the water at the little boy's feet. The boy quickly bent down, picked up the biscuits floating in the water, and shook them.

This pack of biscuits weighs about 1kg, which is enough for his family to eat for two days.

"Thank you! Thank you so much, sir and madam! You must be very good people. I wish you great profits in business, promotion in officialdom, and your wife will have a son soon..."

A bright smile appeared on the boy's dirty face, and his mouth kept spitting out words of praise!

This clever boy made the woman cover her mouth and chuckle, especially the words about having a baby early went straight to her heart. The man next to her has never had any children. If she is pregnant with his flesh and blood, how can she get along with the yellow-faced woman at home?

What about fighting on your own?

"Give it to that boy, this clever guy is so cute!" the woman said with a smile.

After hearing the woman's instructions, the man who had been using a pole on the bow to prop up the obstacles around the fish put down his pole and picked up two identical biscuits.

"Take it!" the sailor casually threw the two biscuits towards the boy's position.

Bang... bang..., the biscuits entered the water and made two splashes. One of them hit the wooden board floating on the water. The oil paper broke, and the broken biscuit powder fell into the water, attracting a few small fish to eat.

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In a few words, the ship had already moved farther, and the biscuits dropped by the sailor were more than 20 meters away from the little boy.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the boy shouted, moving toward the two biscuits with a splash of water. He put the biscuit he got first into his collar and held it up with his collar.

The water here is deeper, and while the boy is testing the invisible river bank with his feet, he is using his hands to pull away the driftwood and branches in front of him.

The bricks struck by the waves were really stinging, and even though he was careful enough, the boy suddenly felt a sharp pain just behind the big toe of his left foot.

He was scratched, probably by something like broken glass or tiles.

Regardless of the pain, he continued to move forward. Youyu felt the boy approaching and ran away. The boy reached out and grabbed the floating board holding the biscuits and pulled it in front of him.

"The first one!" The boy grinned, showing his shining teeth. The oil paper was torn and could not be soaked in water, so the boy had to hold the biscuit with one hand, holding it high and walking towards the second bag of biscuits floating on the water.

Plop! The water splashed! The biscuit was in the river. The boy fluttered his limbs in panic. He drank a few mouthfuls of dirty water mixed with leaves, small rocks and mud before regaining his balance.

He can swim... all the children in the water city can do it, but those who can't can't survive in this city.

The package of biscuits placed on his collar was floating beside him. The little boy turned around and took it back, but the damaged biscuit paper package in his hand had fallen apart.

Pieces of biscuits floated next to the boy.

"Ah!" The boy yelled in pain, ferociously picked up a few biscuits from his side, stuffed them into his mouth along with the dirty seawater, and chewed them.

The water waves were fierce, and a cleaning boat cleaning the garbage in the river passed by. The little boy quickly climbed back to the river bank. When the cleaning boat passed by, the biscuits that were originally floating on the river had disappeared.

"why is it like this!"

A wave of uncomfortable emotions stuck in the little boy's throat like vomiting, and his eyes seemed about to burst into tears.

"Can't cry, can't cry!" The little boy hit his chest with his fist to suppress the uncomfortable emotions.

At this moment, a fierce sound of ship bells came from the river, and a luxury sailboat that the little boy had never seen before was sailing towards the little boy.

It is 13 meters wide and occupies one-third of the main river. The hull is painted in bright yellow with black stripes for decoration, and the helmsman is in the shape of a dolphin.

Looking from the side, the boy could also see neatly arranged cannon muzzles, about twenty in total.

"Nick, what are you doing here? Where is your brother?" A familiar voice came from the boat. Nick raised his head and found brother Franky lying on the railing of the boat waving to him.

"My brother is cleaning up the garbage, and my mother is sick. Brother Franky! I want to find them some food outside."

"Nick, you have to go home, go home!" Franky yelled. He knew what Nick meant by finding some food. He was just waiting for alms on the bank. But there was not only alms on the river to satisfy himself.

Merciful officials and businessmen, as well as pirates and gangsters who took advantage of the disaster to plunder and profit.

According to tradition, after the tsunami of the Water Gods, all adult residents of the Water City have to participate in the reconstruction and cleanup of the city in order to obtain the food and wages stored in the city hall.

But this time, all the money in the Water City was spent on engineering activities to welcome the Celestial Dragons, so the working residents only received stored food. The tiring work and the food that was only enough to satisfy their hunger accumulated a lot of grievances.

Many young people secretly left the ranks and became scavengers.

The so-called scavenging party is not really scavenging. The residents of the Water City are used to making waterproof cellars to hide money and food in the cellars, and those young people will take advantage of the chaos after the disaster to use tools to pry open the cellars and remove them.

Everything inside was looted.

Nick finally listened to Frankie's advice and ran home.

On the Draco ship, Tom, the boatman, was making his request.

"Lord Willibald Saint, can I advance my salary? The Water City is currently undergoing important post-disaster reconstruction, and I have to do my part."

"You haven't made a wheel or a track for me, how can you ask me about money?" Willibald Saint said angrily: "I have given you a valuable job opportunity and promised that if

If you do well, the guilt of the death penalty will be eliminated."

"This..." Tom looked confused: "Can you please ask Sir Willibald Saint to grant me some grace so that I can go home and get the money?"

"Tom the boatman, I hope you won't be confused about your identity!" Willibald Saint said angrily: "Stop making demands on me, or I will stamp you with the hooves of the dragon!"

After speaking, Willibald Saint left angrily with CP0.

Only Loki, Loki's maid, and the lost boatman Tom were left in the cabin.

"Mr. Tom, I do have some private money to help you!" Loki said, which made the disappointed Tom look surprised.

"As long as you make something small for me." As he said that, Loki motioned to the maid to take something out of her arms.

"Of course, I am very good at my craftsmanship. No matter what my wife does..." Tom was speechless.

Because the maid took out something from her arms that was extremely familiar to him - the design drawings of the ancient weapon Pluto.