Count of Monte Cristo

Actually, I wasn't born a pirate all my life.

I have only one old servant with me in my memory, and I don't remember exactly who my parents were.All they left me was a body and a dilapidated notebook.

There are some strange things recorded in that notebook. My old servant Simon treasures this tattered notebook and keeps talking to me tirelessly. This notebook records the secrets of my family, and there is a treasure map inside.

I scoffed at him.

Arabian Nights!

Simon went to see God soon after, when I was ten years old.I started my voyage with a smuggler.

I fought hard on the sea, how many times I escaped from death.I found that smugglers had no future, so I changed careers.I made pirates, which is cooler, I think.

When I was 21 years old, I killed the pirate captain on the Shark, and I had my own pirate ship and a small team.

Life at sea is really boring. I can only be a little interested every time I work. I robbed a cargo ship and looked at the trembling, frowning faces and fearful expressions of the crew members. Only then can my anxious heart feel calm.I usually don’t harm the lives of the crew members. Is the reason probably because I’m afraid that I will be chanted by Simon in my sleep—he is a Catholic who treats everyone kindly and tolerantly, including his enemies.

Generally, I will not attack a ship that I have robbed a second time in the same sea area, but if I meet him again in another sea area.All I can say is that God sent him to me.

Every time our pirates finish work, they will give my small teams a lot of dividends. I only have a little bit, and I rarely go ashore, and there is almost no place to spend money.We sailed across the oceans, looting ships of all kinds.Our team is getting more and more people, and my pirate ship has changed from the Shark at the beginning to the huge Cancer that can hold 2000 people.My wealth is also accumulating more and more, and my fame is also growing, especially on the Caribbean coast, those cruise ships, cargo ships and merchant ships that come and go know my name-Captain Jack.Sometimes even the official ships would elude us, and of course I wouldn't rob them, although my friends were always eager to make something big happen.

I have lived this life for ten years.

From a teenager to a man, I have a strong desire. I didn’t like to go to land before, but now I have to go to land almost every month to go to those beauty homes to solve my exuberant energy and unresolved anxiety.At 31, I have boundless energy and unrelenting stress.This pressure is very strange, I don't know where he comes from, I always have a weird temper, and my friends sometimes have to stay away from me.They even found me a priest once, hoping that he could comfort my restless soul.

At the age of 35, my pirate team doubled again, but I lost my previous ideas. I left everything to my brothers, and I didn't participate in the normal work.I suddenly dug out the broken notebook from before, I became interested in it, and I started to study it.I studied it in my cabin and I also bought a lot of books and started researching my family history.In fact, I don't know what I think in my heart. Recently, I always dream of Simon in my dreams, and he tells me in a dream, hoping that I can regain the glory of my family.The glory of the ancient Roman family—he has been talking about it since I can remember.But he didn't tell me until his death that I was originally an illegitimate child, a child not recognized by the family.It's ridiculous to think about it, but suddenly I actually did what he wanted.

You're a psycho, I said to myself.

I researched for a whole year and got nothing.

This sentence is wrong, at least I know that this family is real, and that treasure is also real.However, I am still an anxious neuropathy.

So, in order to relieve my anxiety, I started the previous game again - boarding other people's boats on dark and stormy nights and snatching other people's treasures.

This game is still very happy, especially after I have been bored for a year.

My favorite is looting those ships in dark moons and high storms - specifically looking for rich and bulky ships.It's a fat sheep, and everyone knows it.

It was a stormy night when I met Steven.

The lightning flashed brightly, like a giant python leaping over the clouds, a thunderstorm exploded violently and heavy rain fell from the sky frantically, the dark sky seemed to collapse.

Such wind and rain, such waves, such a moment of life and death may be a nightmare that many people do not want to mention, but in my opinion, that night was very sweet.

The ship Steven was on was luxurious and huge on the surface, but under the tyranny of nature, he could only cry secretly.We met on a rainy night—everyone on the ship was crying, screaming, and praying, and only he was painting quietly in his cabin, motionless.

He was describing the stormy night.

I can't describe how I felt the moment I saw him, maybe Adam saw Eve that's how I felt—the sky and the earth lit up.

I'm not a psycho anymore.

Steven is cold.

And I hate his indifference, hate that he doesn't take me seriously.

I put him in my bedroom, and in doing so I felt happier than I had ever been.

At the beginning, Steven still talked to me. Although I didn't understand what he said, it didn't affect my liking for his lips, his eyes, and his skin. I acted quickly.Soon, the way he looked at me became cold, as cold and indifferent as an iceberg in the sea.I cuddle him to sleep every night no matter how he struggles.I used to be afraid of him committing suicide. I have seen many such people, but he sneered and said that he would never die before me!

I was relieved, his skin made me feel warm.I started to curry favor with him. I had people bring back a lot of precious paints and papers and many oil paintings from the land. I went ashore almost twice a month to buy him fruits and vegetables. I met all his needs—although He does not need it.

Every morning, I would accompany him to draw on the deck. He always painted the sea, clouds and horizon. Occasionally, some people on the ship would appear on his drawing paper, but I was never in his sight. He even painted A clown on a boat, which makes me extremely angry.I threw that clown into the sea in front of him and fired three times!

I remember the way Steven looked at me, full of disgust and contempt.

I strangled his neck like crazy, I roared and went crazy, I covered his eyes, I didn't want him to look at me like this, his face was blue, but his eyes were still so cold and disgusted, I was at a loss what to do Get off him and run away in embarrassment for the first time.

Since then, Steven hasn't spoken a word to me again, and I feel like I'm in a rage, and I want to strangle him or myself every day, as long as he smiles at me.

I waited for an opportunity.It was one of my subordinates who caught a child and was about to beat him to death. Steven asked if I could let him go. His voice was very soft. I froze and waved my hands. The child ran away like flying.At that time, I saw Steven's eyes. It was a yearning look, which made me afraid, so I immediately took him back to the sea.He is thinking about leaving me all the time!

This feeling made me terrified and angry, and I started to tossing him on the bed, so that he didn't have the energy to plan these things.Steven was quiet for a long time, and my heart gradually let go.

But the day came—he jumped into the sea! !

He put the drug in my supper, I don't know when he got it, he even smiled at me a little after we made love, but when I woke up, he was gone, In that dark night, he jumped into the icy sea alone...

...I don't remember exactly how I spent that time...

I really have no memory at all. My huge pirate group was almost disbanded. In the end, there were only fifty or sixty people left around me.I don't believe he's dead at all, he won't die before me.

Look, didn't I find him?

How happy I am that this little thing is hiding on a smuggling ship!I actually started to thank God!Surely Simon was watching over me too.

I didn't intend to hurt the sailors on that little smuggling boat, but Steven's words annoyed me. He said don't hurt them, and he came with me.

Haha... I laughed out loud, this person has only been on this ship for how long, why treat them so well, can't they give me some pity?

I took all the people on the smuggling boat to my boat with jealousy, and told Steven that if he disappeared again, everyone would be buried with him.

I know he's guilty of that group, but so what, I don't care.No, I cared, so I pretended not to know their plans, I pretended not to know they escaped, as long as my Steven didn't leave, what did the others have to do with me.

I thought we were going to be adrift at sea forever.Even though Steven still has a bad face towards me, I am happy to see him, and I will never dream of his cold corpse at the bottom of the sea again.He's still with me and I can feel his breath, which is good.