Charles and Elizabeth watched the boy with the umbrella run back into the sunlight and pour the two lumps of content in the bucket under the banana tree.
Then, the little boy took out a small piece of cloth from his arms, stood on tiptoe and wiped the big leaves of the small banana tree carefully one by one. Although he was not very skilled, he wiped very seriously.
He was mumbling something as he wiped it, and Charles's keen hearing allowed him to hear what the little boy was saying.
"You have to grow up quickly. When you grow up, I will have lots of bananas. They are my own bananas, and no one is allowed to take them away."
"I will bring shit to you every day. I will keep my shit for you."
"You have to remember that I planted you, your bananas are mine, and my name is engraved on your body."
At this moment, Charles felt a warmth in his ears, and a magnetic and sexy voice came into his ears.
"They're cute, aren't they? Children are noisy sometimes, but they're lovable sometimes. Do you want one?"
Charles's mind flashed with the image of Twinkle, and he laughed dumbly. "I'm afraid my child won't be like this."
Elizabeth's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction. She looked at the boy in the sunlight and continued, "He reminds me of my childhood."
Charles turned his head and looked at Elizabeth who was speaking. "What were you like as a child?"
Elizabeth stretched lazily, and her perfect figure was fully visible to Charles.
"I was the boss of the Coral Island Port area back then. I remember that when I was ten years old, I was already 1.8 meters tall. No kid from the nearby streets could beat me."
Charles smiled. He had never heard Elizabeth talk about these things.
“Can you tell me about your past? I’m curious about what happened before I met you.”
Elizabeth pulled Charles forward. "The experiences of exploration captains are basically the same. They always think they are different from others and that they are the lucky ones among a hundred. But in the end, they find that they are always the most ordinary."
"Why did you become governor?" Charles asked.
"Because of prejudice, I don't want this kind of prejudice." A trace of memory flashed in Eliza's amber eyes.
Charles did not interrupt her and listened to her quietly.
"My grandfather was three metres tall, my father was two metres and a half, and I was two metres tall. No matter where my family was, we were always very noticeable."
"Besides, because of my special hobby, people around here treat us as different. Even if they don't dare to say so in front of my family, they can't hide their looks. I hate that look, I really hate it."
"I was very young and ambitious at the time, thinking that one day I would have my own island, and on that island, I would not allow anyone to dare to be prejudiced against my family."
"So I bought a boat with my friends. Each of us had a wish. We swore that no matter who became the governor, that person would fulfill everyone's wish."
At this point, Elizabeth had a smile on her face, as if she was recalling something good.
"I still remember that we made this vow with our feet on the table in the bar, facing the laughter of the drunks around us. What a naive and innocent love. Ah, it was such a wonderful time. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye."
"No, I was the tallest and strongest, so I should have been the boatswain on our ship. But as my friends died one by one, I became the captain."
"I thought I would die in the sea someday, but the ending was happy. My friends' wishes were finally fulfilled on Icha Island."
Charles looked at Elizabeth's profile calmly. He really didn't expect that the other party had such an experience.
Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort, Elizabeth's eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly walked into a nearby barber shop and started talking to a barber with a nose ring.
Charles immediately knew what the other party was going to do. On the black wooden board next to the barber shop, there were several lines of words written in Earthsea. "New shop opening, special price for curling service, 260 replies per person."
Elizabeth sat on a swivel chair, her bright white hair covered with a layer of black liquid, and the hairdresser carefully curled it with a red-hot iron rod.
"I always felt that my hair was not curly enough. I didn't expect that the barber shop on your island would provide this kind of service. This is really great." Elizabeth said as she looked at the barber who was actually working on her hair in the mirror.
"Of course, my beautiful lady, this coating is unique to Hope Island. It was originally used to dye photos, but my teacher found that it works great as a curling agent, much better than the sugar water or something like that before."
Smelling the smell of burning pig hair in the air, Charles sat down on the sofa nearby and picked up the newspaper to read.
It seemed that I was worrying too much. People who eat at sea are not so sentimental. Elizabeth's recovery is so good.
The news in the newspaper caught Charles' eyes.
"Due to the recent closure of port transportation, the cargo workers have no income. Recently, two robberies have occurred in the port area. Currently, four criminals have been arrested and the victims are in a stable mood."
"Shock! The brain-eating ghost has reappeared. We hope that the two most famous actors on the island, Mr. Rofke and Ms. Anne, have unfortunately passed away. This newspaper would like to appeal to all island residents not to travel too frequently recently."
Just at this moment, Charles felt someone looking at him outside the window. He looked up and saw several cars whizzing past.
Judging from its distinctive black paint and three inward-facing arrow markings, it was the Hope Island police car.
"Boss, you can come out now. The Governor didn't notice you." Alia said to Dipper who was hiding under the car.
Dipper, who had curled up into a ball, quickly stretched himself and sat back in the car seat, and said with a sigh: "Why is the captain on Second Street? He should never come here."
"Why are you hiding from him?"
"I suspect he already knows that I have absorbed the relic. If we really meet at this time, he will definitely not be in a good mood and may even not let me get on the boat!" Dipper stuck his head out of the car window, and when he found that no one came out of the barber shop before, he sat down steadily.
"Boss, who is the woman next to the Governor?" Alia took out a long-mouthed cigarette, lit it, and took a light puff.
"The Governor of Icha Island, her relationship with the captain is unclear. Forget it, don't worry about it. How far are we from the accident? Drive faster. I heard that the person who died this time was a famous drama actor?"
(End of this chapter)