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Page 2 [My name is Jack Sparrow]

"What's your name?" Planck repeated the question just now, breaking the long-lasting silence.

The sea water outside the cabin is still slapped at the cabin rhythmically. The sea tonight is neither irritable nor quiet, with a rare gentle rhythm that makes the entire ship feel like it is flowing in a sponge.

"My name is..." The man subconsciously paused, and this time, a name finally flowed through his heart.

Three words, Chen Senran.

Should my name be Chen Senran?

But no matter whether he is named Chen Senran or not, he can't say this name because he is not a fool. So he said:

"Jack...Jack Sparrow." When the name was spoken, he thought of the face of a slutty man who smiled badly and was very arrogant.

"Jack Sparrow?" Planck shrugged his shoulders and shook his eyebrows to show his humor, but as soon as he saw the dead eyes opposite him, he remembered the fact that the other party was blind, so he touched his nose with some disappointment and said, "Good name, then, Jack, can I call you Jack?"

"You can call me blind Jack, blind Jack, oh, what a good gangster." The man, the man who should be named Chen Senran, shrugged his shoulders and laughed and said, "What do you think?"

"Oh, yes, it's really good, blind Jack. Haha." Planck also laughed. He suddenly liked the boy in front of him a little, because he had a good sense of humor and could almost catch up with him. "I like this name, blind Jack, then, are you going to join us?"

"What do you think? My great Captain Planck." Chen Senran smiled calmly. He seemed to have suddenly come alive at the moment he obtained his name, and his whole spirit became completely different.

He said this sentence so plainly, but the elegance and calmness seemed to be what he wore the most luxurious clothes, bowed gracefully to Planck, and chanted in fancy aristocratic singing.

"Great Captain Planck, I like this title." Planck nodded as if he was very helpful. Today he wore a delicate Demacia handmade red captain suit. Each of the bright lights embroidered on the neckline is said to be rubbed with the hands of a beautiful virgin. With his perfectly trimmed red beard, sitting upright in the hazy candlelight, he really has the style of a big figure traversing the seven seas.

"But..." He picked up the oyster soup with some satisfaction and took a sip, and then paused and said an obvious fact, "We are pirates, don't you mind? Or aren't you afraid of death?" He said this without laughing or suffocating. He hid in the shadow, looking at every inch of the muscles of Chen Senran's face with his eyes, like a great white shark hiding in the reef and choosing people to eat.

"Oh, come on, my dear Lord Planck, why do you think I can still sit here and talk to you? You gave me life. So..." Chen Senran seemed to have no idea that there was a carnivore staring at him, and still waved his hand easily, "Go to his mother's secular public opinion, go to his mother's death, I want to follow you and play a game with them called handing over the good things on your boat, and I will send you for free to feed sharks." He skillfully used the sarcastic words he had said before, which had a lot of potential for the big owl.

"Of course." Planck's face turned brightly as Chen Senran finished speaking. He raised a glass of rum and said, "Then, welcome you, blind Jack, I'll to you."

"Thank you."

Wine glasses collided.

Planck never asked Chen Senran about his past again.

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When the night was deep, Planck was left alone in the cold and large cabin. He held half a glass of rum in his hand and did not drink it.

Proto looked at the door for a while. After receiving Planck's approval, he walked into the cabin and began to clean up the mess.

The sea breeze in the middle of the night became strong, and the waves were not as gentle as before. They hit the hull one by one, causing the entire cabin to shake a little.

"You... aren't afraid of him..." Proto whispered while packing the plate, leaving it white very cleverly.

"What are you afraid of?" Planck's face didn't have any expression on his face at this moment, and his tone was not as lazy and leisurely as before. That low voice had a heart-pounding solemn and stormy in such a stormy night. "I'm afraid that he would kill me with his small body that I could knock down with one hand?" He seemed to smile, very low, but he had confidence that could not be refuted.

"But, he is a man of unknown origin after all." Proto stacked two exquisite silver plates together, but his eyes were never afraid to look at Planck's face.

"Who among us has a clear and innocent way?" Planck smiled and stroked the wine glass in his hand. The golden wine emitted a charming light in the exquisite magic crystal cup. "Who doesn't have a little bit of the past that I can't look back on?" His voice was a little distant, and his eyes lost focus for a moment, as if they were thinking of something in the past.

Proto was silent for a moment. He knew that he had made up his words, but after pausing, he continued, "But, that crazy woman has been unable to get along with us recently. A few days ago, she even openly shouted at the conference to catch us all. I'm afraid of that Jack..."

"That woman..." Planck seemed to have no concern about Proto's suspicion of Chen Senran in his words. Perhaps he thought of the face of the woman who said he wanted to kill him. His eyes were soft for a moment, "I always felt that I killed her whole family..."

"Boss..." The plates were packed, but Proto stood and wanted to say something else.

"Actually, he looks really good." Planck didn't give him another chance and shook his head and let him go.

The cabin door slowly closed, and Planck was left alone sitting there.

The best Demacia white candle was half burning, and the flames were still obscure. He looked at the captain's seat in the deepest part of the cabin with the obscure light. On the wall after that, a three-dimensional captain's portrait from his great-grandfather was hung, and he stared at his father's unrecognizable face interpreted by oil paint and dim light.

long time.

long time.

Then he suddenly laughed, and while laughing, he drank the glass of golden rum in his hand, and said to himself in the fragrance that was everywhere on his tongue: "I Planck..."

"I'm afraid, who's it?"
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