“…”
看到枪，船长倒是第一时间举起了手，但同时也不太确定的试探着问…
“i actually understand english as well！”
“fuck！”
一见对方这模样，小记者就知道自己刚刚背了好久的应急阿拉伯短语，意思肯定扯到他吗臂里去了，只能翻着白眼套上救生衣，并拿枪指了指旁边的救生艇…
“you are responsible for rog！”
“i can give you oney！”
“rry, i don"t need it～”
“all right～all right～”
老船长走南闯北这么多年，当然知道不图钱的敌人有多难缠，同样也不想临退休还死的那么憋屈，只能暗骂晦气的掀开外衣，示意自己没有武器，不情不愿的放下救生艇，并在跳上船之后，试着为小命做最后的争取…
“but young an，we ay try to talk about the nditions，after all, i don"t want to die yet，what"s your opion”
“have you ever done anythg wrong”
一句有没有做过亏心事，直接把老船长问沉默了，小记者却故作不知情的跳上船，一边挥舞着幽灵枪示意赶快划船，一边等待舔吊般的瘫靠在船尾，自顾自说着…
“if you have never done anythg bad, then you don"t need to worry about death！”
“okay, it sees that our negotiations have failed～”
老船长倒也是个实在人，自知罪孽深重，便不再多说什么，开始迎着风雨埋头划船，只是偶尔也会看着黑压压的天，唉声叹气两下，似是在悲凉自己这离奇讽刺的结局…
“what is your de