Saint Seiya Evil Skull

Around ten o'clock the next morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was a brilliant blue, sparkling like a gem. After a long night and half a morning of sailing, the White Pearl finally successfully crossed the Adriatic Sea and officially entered the vast Mediterranean.

After entering the Mediterranean, Arubelisi unhesitatingly turned the rudder fully to starboard, adjusting his course and heading west. Their next destination was Sicily, Italy. The White Pearl would continue along this route, passing through the Strait of Messina and then westward to Palermo, a famous tourist destination on Sicily.

Arubelisi planned to stop briefly at the port of Palermo to refuel the yacht. After all, after a day and night of continuous sailing, the yacht's fuel had been depleted by more than half. This way, they could refuel and replenish supplies in the port of Palermo in Sicily to ensure a smooth journey ahead.

And so, the White Pearl continued its journey. After a while, Albelisi felt hungry, so he decided to turn off the engine and head to the galley to find something to eat. He also wanted to see if Freya was awake. He had given the lovely little girl such a hard time the previous night that she hadn't even left her room yet.

Arubelisi used the bread machine to toast a few slices of bread, fried a few eggs and some bacon, and poured two cups of milk. Arubelisi put the eggs and bacon on two slices of bread, added some ketchup and salad dressing, and started eating. After eating two in a row, Arubelisi's hungry stomach finally felt a little better.

Then, Albelisi stood up and walked towards the bedroom. He opened the door and saw Freya still lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. He immediately walked over to Freya with ill intentions, raised his right hand and slapped Freya on the butt. "Wake up, lazy bum! The sun is burning your butt."

"No, let me sleep for a while, just a little while." Freya said lazily.

"No, hurry up, it's time for lunch." Seeing Freya continue to play dead, Albelici immediately started scratching her dovetail. Suddenly, Freya couldn't sleep anymore. As she pleaded for mercy, her silk suspenders, whether intentionally or accidentally, fell off. In an instant, Freya's light bulb went out, which immediately made Albelici react. Regardless of whether it was day or night, it wasn't their first time. At Freya's scream, he lifted her nightgown and mounted her...

Men are always very angry when they wake up in the morning, not to mention that it was already mid-morning, so their anger accumulated even more. So, two hours later, the miraculously refreshed Aluberisi left the bedroom and went to eat the remaining bread and fried eggs on the table alone. When Freya woke up again, it was probably evening.

After a satisfying meal, Alubelisi burped contentedly. He leisurely picked up his fishing rod and continued to enjoy the fun of fishing. This time, luck seemed to be on his side, and before long, Alubelisi had successfully reeled in a fish. However, the fish's appearance was quite unusual, making it difficult for Alubelisi to identify its species. This didn't dampen his spirits, however. He tossed the fish into his basket without hesitation, muttering to himself, "Hey, another treat tonight!" He then picked up his rod again, anticipating his next catch.

Time slipped by quietly, the sun gradually setting in the west. Arubelisi glanced at the sky and decided it was time to put away his fishing rod. He carefully sheathed it and then lifted the heavy basket filled with his catch. Back in the cabin, Arubelisi placed the basket on the table and examined the fish. Though small, they looked incredibly fresh. Arubelisi decided to treat himself to a delicious braised fish dish that evening. As he thought about it, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

Then, Albelisi pulled a can of ice-cold beer from the refrigerator, expertly opened the pull ring, and took a sip. The cool liquid slid down his throat, bringing a sense of coolness and comfort. He sat on the deck, quietly admiring the surrounding scenery, feeling the sea breeze and the waves.

After a short rest, Albelisi rose and went to the cockpit, starting the White Pearl. With the roar of the engine, the ship slowly pulled away from its original position, heading towards its destination, the Strait of Messina.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, seeing that it was getting late, Alubelisi turned off the engine, turned on the anchor light, and began to prepare dinner. Just as Alubelisi was about to prepare dinner, he saw Freya limping out and yawning, looking sleepy.

"Hey! Our little princess hasn't woken up yet?" When Aluberisi saw Freya, who looked like a cute baby, he wanted to go up and rub her head.

Freya was so frightened that she immediately backed away, saying as she retreated, "You... don't come over here. You're not allowed to do that. You should always give people time."

Freya's frightened expression was full of sinful temptation, but Alubelisi finally held back. Just as Freya had said, he needed to take a breath and recover. But Alubelisi still wanted to tease her and said, "Weren't you so tough before? Why are you so cowardly now and even trying to seduce me?"

"That was...that was in the past. Who told you to treat me like a piece of wood? Now, now..." Freya replied with a stiff neck.

"What's wrong now? Are you hungry?" Albelisi continued to tease.

"Yes, I'm hungry now. Let's cook quickly." After saying that, Freya immediately tied her apron and prepared to cook.

During this time, Albelici hugged Freya intentionally or unintentionally, constantly stimulating Freya, which scared Freya so much that she was afraid to cook. She forced herself to cook dinner, ate a little, and hurried back to her room. She even locked the door. The moment she locked the door, Freya let out a long sigh and whispered, "This...this is not the same as in the movie. Why does it hurt so much? Is it because it's the first time?" Freya muttered for a long time, and when she couldn't figure it out, she lay down on the bed, covered her head with the quilt, and continued to pretend to be dead.

Alberich thought to himself, "What's the point of locking the door? For a God Warrior like me, if I want to go in, is it a big deal? You're so naive, Freya! I'll let you go today, but as for tomorrow, hehe..."

After Albelisi finished eating, he picked up a bottle of beer, walked to the cockpit, looked out at the starry sky, and drank a large gulp. "Ah! It's a long night, and no one is here to accompany me! Forget it, let's go to bed. We're not in a hurry anyway."

The night sea was exceptionally quiet, deep, and mysterious. Amidst this endless darkness, the White Pearl seemed a solitary pearl, floating silently on the surface. There was no wind to stir, no waves to crash, only the gentle rocking of the ship, a faint sound. The anchor light flickered intermittently, as if announcing its presence to the world, but the light seemed so small and fragile.

On the third day of going to sea, Alubelisi got up very early. This was out of habit. At this time before, Alubelisi had already started training. Although Alubelisi, who had just made a breakthrough, was a little lazy at first, getting up early became a habit.

Albelisi stood at the stern with his hands on his hips and suddenly jumped into the water. He first did a 10,000-meter freestyle, then breaststroke, then backstroke, and finally butterfly stroke...

After blowing off some excess energy from the morning, doing some simple training and taking a shower, we started today’s voyage and continued towards the Strait of Messina.

At the moment when Aluberisi started the boat, Freya's cabin door was secretly opened, revealing a crack. A pair of green eyes looked out. After confirming that there was no one outside, Freya inside patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, without hesitation, Freya opened the door, looked straight ahead with a determined gaze, and walked towards the kitchen without hesitation. She seemed to completely ignore Albelisi who was looking back at her.

Albelisi stood there, silently watching Freya's retreating figure. His lips curled up slightly, a barely perceptible smile flickering in his eyes. Freya was wearing a very conservative outfit today: a long, snow-white dress that fell to the ground, enveloping her completely.