Five days was neither long nor short and passed quickly. Soon, Charles, covered in gauze, could walk slowly on the sand and bask in the sun.
But every time he walked out, Charles always felt that his first mate looked at him strangely.
"Captain, this is normal. I would also be unhappy if others wore the same clothes as me every day." Dipu said in a low voice as he handed Charles a coconut drink.
"Don't mention him. How are things going over there?" Charles asked, leaning against the shade of a tree.
"Hey, Captain, please forgive me. I am not cut out to be a black dog. When I was a beggar, they were the ones I hated the most."
"If you don't know how to do it, go and learn. Didn't we find a few people to teach you? You are only 17 now, what are you afraid of? If you fail, try again. If you can't learn it in one year, you can learn it in two years, and you can learn it in three years. Hope Island must have our people in key positions."
Dipper scratched his head in embarrassment. "That would lead to a lot of wrong arrests. Why do you have to make me do this? Isn't that what the second mate wants to be?"
"Krona has his own things to do. You are young and adaptable. The job of a boatswain is similar to that of a sheriff. There are few people on the island now, so you can give it a try. When more people come, it will be difficult for you to take over."
"Captain, are we really not going out to sea anymore?" Dipper spread his arms and legs and lay on the ground in a big letter shape. There was some melancholy in his words.
Charles took a sip of the sweet coconut juice. "Maybe."
He had found the surface, the Narwhal's mission was complete, and his sailing career seemed truly over.
"When I thought about staying on the island for the rest of my life, I suddenly felt that the sea was more comfortable."
"Isn't it better to live longer on shore than to risk your life at sea? Isn't everyone joining the exploration ship for this day?"
"I thought so before, but when this day came, I wasn't as happy as I thought. I still think it's more exciting to go out to sea with you."
Charles looked at the boatswain lying on the sand with disgust. If he wasn't disabled, he would have wanted to run over and kick him.
Instead of enjoying a good life, you have to live a hard life.
"Captain, do you remember how we met? I was fighting with another beggar for a piece of black bread that fell on the ground. I was too weak to win and was beaten by the other beggar. It was really painful. I still remember it."
"Then you asked me if I wanted to eat. I nodded, and then you took me to the Mouse."
"Nothing. A sailor died at that time. It just happened."
"Hehe, no matter what the reason is, you saved my life."
As Dipper twisted his body and stretched on the ground, Charles suddenly saw a black spot at the base of his neck.
"What's that around your neck?"
Dipper immediately sat up and excitedly unbuttoned his shirt to show off. "I think your tattoo is pretty nice, I got one too."
There was a tattoo of a curled-up dead spider on Dipper's neck.
"Bang!" The coconut shell hit Dipper directly. Charles scolded Dipper harshly: "How dare you tattoo this on your body if you know what it is? Get rid of it now!!"
This kind of mark is something from a cult. God knows what bad effects it would have if it was tattooed on the body.
"Captain, it's just a tattoo, no big deal." Dipper looked nonchalant.
"There's a guy... do you think he needs it... he wants to see you..."
Charles' eyes followed the bandaged finger to the handsome young man with blue eyes and white hair. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a blue sweater. He was totally out of place with the surroundings.
"Good morning, wise and brave Governor. I know you are happy but confused now that you have occupied a new island. You don't know what kind of people to hire and how to pay them. Now is the time to use me." As soon as the young man opened his mouth, he instantly took over the right to speak.
"Who are you?"
"I am Leonardo. With all due respect, it is extremely unprofessional of you to push all the trivial matters on the island to an outsider. If you continue like this, your island will become a pot of sticky mushroom soup."
Charles saw through this guy's goal. It turned out that he was here to apply for a job.
"He is an outsider, and you are an insider?"
"Yes, I used to be the head of the administrative department of Yingdao. My expertise can solve your problem very well. I don't need much. I just need a small house of 500 square meters in the center of the island and a weekly salary of 30,000 yuan."
Charles walked up to Leonardo and looked at him calmly. "Director of Yingdao Administration Department? So young?"
"Governor, do you judge a person based on his age? No matter how old a beggar on the street is, he can only change from a little beggar to an old beggar." Leonardo's eyes were filled with confidence and calmness.
Charles put a hand on his shoulder. "I've been to many islands, and Yeongdo happens to be one of them. Why don't I remember that you are the administrative director of Yeongdo?"
"Governor, how long has it been since you last went to Yingdao? Positions can also change." Leonardo didn't seem panicked.
Charles stared at his blue eyes and slowly approached. "You should know that the Governor was a desperado before, right? If I knew that you lied to me, how do you think I would treat you? The former Minister of Finance of Yingdao?"
Looking at the cold eyes without a trace of warmth under the bandages in front of him, and the iron-hard palm on the shoulder, a drop of cold sweat slid down Leonardo's forehead.
Leonardo clenched his hands tightly, and a confident smile reappeared on his face. "What's there to be uncertain about? I have indeed served in this position. You can ask anyone from Yingdao."
Charles slowly relaxed the strength in his hands and turned his head to look at the bandage. "Okay, he will be the administrative director of our Hope Island in the future. You can hand over some of your matters to him."
"Hmm..." Bandage nodded and took Leonardo towards the straw hut in the distance.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Charles suddenly felt that walking with the bandage on was a lot easier.
"Captain, you just appointed him like that? Isn't that too hasty? What if he has ulterior motives? What if he is a liar?" Dipper said with his eyes wide open.
"That's your business, Chief Dipp. You don't need me to teach you what to do next, right?" Charles returned to his original seat and sat down.
Dipper looked around with an embarrassed look on his face, and finally sighed helplessly, turned around and walked towards the hut. "If this guy is a liar, I'm going to hang him up to catch sharks!"
“Remember to get your tattoo!”
"I know, I know."
(End of this chapter)