My Pirate System

Chapter 18 - Why am I the Cook Now?

“It’s been a long time, Francoise,” I said, and looked at the night sky. “What have you been up to?”

Francoise, the pirate, had the face of a sailor. Her eyes were narrowed and pointed downward, almost pointing at each other. She, afterward, growled with disgust as if Francoise had had enough of me.

Well, she was a pirate, after all. Although she didn’t act like one, Francoise was still a proud woman of her own. This pirate organisation was filled with lasses. So I didn’t mind those fearsome looks and actually let that dart pleasure my soul and me.

After brushing off the idea, I returned my focus to Francoise.

“It’s nighttime. Captain Israel wants you to be the one who would serve dinner for the rest of us,” Francoise instructed, as she motioned her head and hands for me to tail.

Like what Francoise said, I followed her back like a lost puppy finding a home. We went inside the ship and walked past a few pirates. I caught their eyes, and these people glared in my direction, wanting to