Cook William is a fat man with a big belly. He already knows that the captain has lost his memory.

At this moment, he was applying salt to a freshly ripped sea fish. When he saw Doug coming in, he subconsciously grabbed the meat-cutting knife beside him and asked, "Paul, have you recovered your memory?"

"Not yet, William." Doug glanced at his hand that was grabbing the meat knife, smiled and shook his head. The chef's acting skills were obviously not as good as the first and second mates outside. He could clearly feel the other party's nervousness.

He awakened the skill of not hitting someone who smiled at him, so he smiled at the first moment to ease the other person's tension.

In the last simulation, the clear price tag of trade awakening directly led to the collapse of the simulation.

He felt that the idea of ​​not hitting someone who smiles at you might be able to be developed into some new uses, and it would definitely be more than just making the other person happy.

certainly.

Even if not, his attributes can be improved by spreading happiness.

As expected.

When Doug smiled, William's nervousness disappeared immediately, and he smiled unconsciously, as if he had returned to the time before the assassination.

He skillfully grabbed a handful of beef jerky from the wooden barrel next to him, put it on a plate, and handed it over: "Poor Paul, have some of your favorite beef strips, maybe the food can help you restore your memory."

There's fish blood on your hands! You didn't even wipe it off, and just grabbed the jerky directly. Won't it have a tainted taste?

Doug frowned unconsciously: "No, I'm not hungry yet, I just want to come and see the fish. I don't know why, although I have lost my memory, I always feel that fish will bring me luck."

William was stunned for a moment and threw the jerky back into the barrel.

Then, he turned around and saw their captain reaching into the wooden barrel containing fish and grabbing a grouper. After a moment's pause, he stroked the fish carefully from head to tail like a little child, with a silly smile on his face.

William looked at Doug who was slacking off in astonishment and sighed, "Poor Paul, he not only sold his memory to Selma, but also his wisdom!"

…

Fish-catching expert: All the fish you catch are your private property.

When Douger took the fish out of the barrel, a new skill immediately awakened on his personal panel.

Doug was ecstatic.

What a magical skill! You know, he is a pirate, wandering on the sea all day, and the last thing in the sea is fish.

This skill, in the ordinary world, might be rubbish.

But don't forget, this is a mythological world, and sea monsters, sirens, and mermaids are all intelligent.

Once he touches them, they all become his private property! The focus is not on the fish he touches, but on the private property behind it.

What are private goods?

It means that the right holder has direct control over a specific item, exclusive rights, ownership, usufruct rights and security rights.

Being completely under the control of personal will and serving personal interests is private property.

The ocean horn of Roland Swann, the king of the North Sea, can summon a sea monster. All he has to do is touch it and it will become his. It's so cool.

Of course, if he could grab Luo Lang’s ocean horn and keep summoning sea monsters, he would be the true king of the ocean.

And what about the siren Selma?

If he touches it, it will become his, right? A fish that has become a spirit is still a fish.

…

The most important thing is that, just like Feng Zhong's instigation, slacking off can also improve his attributes.

After all, the literal meaning is the greatest!

Just now, after just a few moments of touching it, he already felt his attributes rising rapidly. Of course, it might also be related to the fact that he had acquired new skills and felt genuinely happy in his heart.

Two key words.

Double the growth, double the happiness.

…

Under William's ghostly gaze, Doug touched all the fish in the barrel.

Touch horizontally, touch vertically, touch with both hands...

Then, he figured out the secret of slacking off.

Unlike Feng Zhong's fiddling, fiddling to increase attributes may require repeated attempts.

When he fishes, he looks at the size of the fish.

The bigger the fish, the higher the boosted attribute.

The hung salted fish can also improve the attributes, but the improvement is very small. Doug can't even figure out whether the improvement brought by touching the salted fish is brought by happiness...

…

The following days.

Doug basically no longer participates in the affairs of the ship.

While the other crew members were busy cleaning the deck, mending the canvas, and oiling the hemp ropes, he spent most of his time in the sea, diving to catch fish, or rather playing with the fish, because most of the time, Paul would not bring the fish he caught back to the boat.

Even when they encountered a big storm and the crew was busy fighting the wind and waves, Doug would not join in. In his words, he was the captain, and it was enough for him to be responsible for command and management. If he had to do all the work, what was the point of being a captain? Through Barry's observation, he came to the conclusion that their captain Paul had indeed lost his memory after his resurrection. He had forgotten many past events, including driving the ship. He couldn't even read the nautical charts.

The wind direction changed, but he didn't even know how to adjust the mast and behaved like an idiot.

This was good news for them because their betrayal would never be discovered again.

But this is also bad news. They are a group of pirates, but they have a captain who can't sail a ship. If this gets out, they will probably be laughed at by all their peers.

Moreover, as William said, Paul lost not only his memory, but his intelligence was also damaged to a certain extent...

…

"Barry, losing your memory is too terrible." Standing on the deck, watching Paul diving into the seabed again, Wayne sighed, "If I lose my sailing skills, I will definitely not survive. Paul is such an idiot, why would he trade his memory with the Siren..."

"Not only memories, but also sad emotions, or sleep." Barry said, "Selma is fair, with her, there is only a one-to-one exchange.

Paul's memories did exchange for his immortality, but have you noticed that these days, his strength has become greater and greater, his speed has become faster and faster, and he even started to stay up all night and just smile foolishly while holding the fish.

He told me yesterday that we should change our pirate flag to pink, put a wreath on the skull head, and make the skull smile. I can't imagine how other pirates will look at us if we hang a flag like that? Even the Conch of the King of the South Sea, Zafra, would not hang a pink flag..."

"You didn't agree with him, did you?" Wayne seemed to think of the pink smiling skull flag hanging on the pirate ship, and his eyes twitched unconsciously and asked.

"Of course not." Barry said, "I wouldn't do anything stupid like that."

"Yeah." Wayne smiled and shook his head. "Paul is too greedy. He has lost too much and is no longer a complete person. Barry, shouldn't we consider William's suggestion and get rid of him and go it alone? I suspect that if we continue like this, he will one day become a monster who has lost his mind and has infinite strength, and eventually drag all of us into the abyss."

"No, even if we want to get rid of him, it's not now, but after we become stronger." Barry shrugged, "Now, all of us combined can't beat him. To hire a thug with such high combat power, you have to pay at least a hundred gold coins, but Paul doesn't have to pay a penny, just let him play in the sea. After Paul lost his memory, there were more and more smiles on the ship. In the boring sailing career, having a clown on the ship is a good thing for everyone, isn't it?"

He paused, a mysterious smile on his face, "Besides, don't you think this ship is ours now?"

(End of this chapter)