"Hahaha, Captain Kazu, were you caught doing something bad somewhere else and got yelled at?"
Drew, standing to the side, made some cheeky remarks about Kazu.
It's even stranger than Sea Kings jumping into a refrigerator that Captain Kazu, such a monster, can sneeze.
What?
You said there isn't a refrigerator that big?
Even Captain Kazu sneezed; what's so impossible about building a refrigerator that's several thousand or even tens of thousands of meters long?
"Hehehe, I won't punish the diligent, I won't punish the lazy, I'll just punish you, you blind fool."
Kazu sneered. He was just looking for a place to vent his anger, Drew, that thick-skinned idiot, was perfect for relieving his itch.
Bang bang thud~
Ugh~
With a groan like Tom the cat, Drew lay lifelessly on the deck.
"Grandma... Grandma, is that you?"
Drew stretched out his hands, as if his kind great-grandmother had appeared in the sky and was calling to him.
"Hmph, serves him right."
Luo watched coldly from the sidelines, clearly still angry about what Drew had done last time.
Carlmand and the others had long been used to Drew's cheeky and sly nature; he felt restless if he didn't get a beating for three days.
It took Drew a while to recover. When he saw the captain, who had just vented his anger, he shuddered again.
"Captain Kazu, you were wrong about that."
"Private Marseille."
Drew apologized and quickly tried to slip away to hide indoors for a while and play some other games.
As a result Kazu snapped his fingers, freezing him in place.
"Hey, Drew."
"Your habit of being a jerk is getting worse and worse. Now you're not criticizing Carlmand and the others, you're even criticizing me."
"An apology must be sincere, not just empty words. You need to learn your lesson."
Kazu felt it was his duty as captain to correct the crew's bad habits.
At the very least, don't let it affect him; even if it means getting back at Behrens and the others.
"Ah, this..."
Drew scratched the back of his head, unsure how to explain himself...
Ah, no, what sincerity should be used to move Captain Kazu?
I do have some gold and silver, but Captain Kazu is far more wealthy than I am.
Empty promises like going through fire and water probably won't fool Captain Kazu. If even he can't handle it, going there would just be suicide.
Just then, Makino, bored and wanting to kill time, made a freshly baked mango pie in the kitchen, brought it out and placed it on the table, intending to leisurely enjoy afternoon tea.
Drew had a sudden inspiration and realized he could cook a delicious meal for Captain Kazu.
Taste aside, the most important thing is the sentiment.
Captain Kazu has tasted all sorts of delicacies; perhaps he'll pass muster by occasionally switching to some home-cooked meals.
Without hesitation, Drew said, "Captain Kazu, I don't have much to apologize to you with, so I'll just cook you a dish. It contains my heartfelt sentiments."
Drew's words were surprising; no one expected that Drew reserved and brooding man could also cook.
Kazu didn't make things too difficult for him; his main goal was to teach him a lesson and make sure he remembered it well.
Drew walked into the kitchen with great interest, and a series of loud crashes and noises erupted from the kitchen. More than ten minutes later, Drew proudly brought out a plate of unidentified objects.
Kazu:...
"Um, Behrens, I remember you just said yesterday that you wanted to apply for more activity funds so you could really go all out on your next vacation, right?"
"Here, you get the flavor for me first, and I'll give you 50% more funding next time."
Under Kazu's malicious gaze, Behrens inwardly groaned.
"Um, Kazu, I don't want to apply anymore, okay?"
Behrens glanced cautiously at Kazu, who had a smiling face but didn't say a word.
He realized there was no turning back.
Behrens swallowed hard, walked up to Drew with a tragic expression, and looked at the dish in front of him that had been prepared so miserably.
Forget it, the sooner I die, the sooner I'll be reborn.
Behrens gritted her teeth, picked up her chopsticks, took a bite, and quickly stuffed it into her mouth.
The next moment, seven flavors—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, pungent, and fishy—exploded in his mouth.
For a moment, Behrens felt like dying, and his feelings were truly profound.
"The world rotates vertically today."
"The equator has changed drastically!!"
Kazu was very fortunate to have a good brother like Behrens to test the poison for him.
This dish, which looked so appetizing, was indeed deadly.
Behrens hated Drew, hated Kazu, and hated herself for wanting to apply for funding.
"Alright, Drew, you should try some too."
"You must be tired after cooking all day; you deserve a treat."
Kazu spoke up, Behrens quickly shoved the chopsticks into Drew's hand.
"Huh? Me?"
"I was just showing my appreciation; I never said I wanted to eat it myself."
Drew was dumbfounded. He might not be a good cook, but that didn't mean he wasn't smart either.
He made this dish, so of course he knows it's not very good.
How could Kazu and Behrens possibly let him off the hook? Their expressions were unwavering, while the others watched with amusement, eager for more drama.
Left with no other choice, Drew had to take a small sip himself.
"Hahaha, look at Drew's face, like he just ate shit. He really brought it on himself."
" Drew, can we interview you about how you're feeling right now?"
Seeing everyone else egging him on, Drew looked utterly dejected.
How do you feel right now?
"You have to eat if you want to live."
"After eating it, I don't really want to live anymore."
"I don't want to live, but I'm also too afraid to die."
"I'm afraid that before I die, I'll see a revolving lantern and have to eat it all over again!!"
"It doesn't smell as good as shit, it's harder than shit, shit doesn't kill you, but it does."
Drew's bittersweet experience made everyone burst into laughter, with some even lying on the floor slapping the deck.
I never expected Drew to have such a great ability to summarize.