"puff…"
At this moment, Miss Buckin spat out a mouthful of blood and miraculously woke up from her coma.
She hurriedly said to the filial son in front of her:
"Stop shaking! Stop shaking! You silly son, if you keep shaking I'm really going to die."
"Mom! That's great! You're not dead!"
When Edward Weevil saw his mother wake up, he wiped his nose and tears with his hands. He didn't care about being scolded and was still as happy as a child, even though his body was massive and heavy.
"Your snot is all over my clothes! You idiot!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom."
Miss Buckin, supported by Weevil, suddenly thought of something and turned her head around to look around.
Her sight finally stopped at Logan beside her. When their eyes met, Logan felt a chill on his back, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He was afraid that this woman would suddenly say: "Weevil, chop him down for me!"
This feeling of having your life controlled by others was torture every minute and every second!
Logan just wanted to escape. He had finally traveled through time and space, but before he could start a happy life, he had to die without even struggling. He was so unwilling to accept this!
Just as he was about to turn around, he heard Miss Buckin's weak voice.
"Gill, are you okay? Come here, Mommy has something to tell you, ahem!"
Gill?
Logan was stunned for two seconds, and then immediately put on an expression of a filial son, even faster than the face-changing in Peking Opera!
"Mom, I'm so glad you're okay. That was so scary!"
Logan rushed over and hugged Buckin's legs, crying uncontrollably.
Nice! I didn't expect her to think I'm one of them! That makes things easier. Having been nearly frightened to death, Logan felt a sense of relief at having survived a disaster.
…
"Ahem, although I'm very unwilling, I'm afraid I'm really going to die this time."
Buckin coughed and spoke slowly, her expression calm, showing no fear of death at all.
"No! Mom! You won't die!"
When the big silly Weevil heard that his mother was about to die, he started crying and sniffling again.
Logan felt a little resentful that Weevil was too emotional, which raised the level of his own performance. He could only quickly act heartbroken and in pain. Although he was forced to do the job, there was no trace of acting at all.
"Stop whining! You're the son of the great pirate Whitebeard! Act like a man!"
Seeing the two "children" so sad, no matter what their original purpose was, Buckin still felt a little warm in her heart at this moment.
However, she knew that this sea would never sympathize with the weak, so she hardened her heart and started to scold them.
"Don't feel sorry for me. We were once pirates feared on this sea! We committed so many sins that even I can't remember them all. It's only natural that I was struck by lightning. I don't deserve any sympathy. There must be many who wish me dead, hehe."
"Who is it? I'm going to chop them down!"
Weevil said viciously. He didn't dare to disobey his mother's words and tried hard to hold back his tears.
"Hahahaha, you can't chop the lightning, my silly son."
Weevil didn't continue to argue whether he could cut it, but just pouted to express his dissatisfaction.
Buckin's eyes were a little dazed, as if recalling something from the past. It took a long time for her eyes to focus again. She raised her hand with difficulty, groping for something in her pocket.
Logan understood and quickly stepped forward, took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes and a lighter from her pocket, and lit one for her.
"Huh~ cough cough cough!"
Miss Buckin exhaled a puff of smoke, and before she could show a comfortable expression, she started coughing violently again.
Logan quickly patted her on the back.
After recovering, Miss Buckin took another puff, grabbed Logan's hand and said:
"Gill, you and Weevil are both my most important treasures. Although you are physically weak, you are smarter than Weevil."
Logan complained silently: Anyone can be smarter and cleverer than Weevil, right?
Miss Buckin exhaled proudly and continued.
"While Weevil has unrivaled strength, his brain is really not good enough. You must take good care of your brother for Mama, understand?"
My name is Gill, am I Weevil's brother?
Oh my god, look at your child: nearly 7 meters tall! If you hadn't told me, I would have almost called him uncle.
What is the basis for this ranking of seniority? Is it based on IQ?
Logan was complaining madly in his heart, but on the surface he said seriously:
"Don't worry, Mom. As his older brother, I will definitely take good care of him. Anyone who wants to hurt him must first step over my dead body!"
Miss Buckin's mouth twitched when she heard this, wanting to remind him that people should know their own limits. Beside her, the innocent Weevil's eyes were already flashing with tears of emotion.
"Ahem, Weevil, remember this! You must… listen to your brother from now on!"
Buckin turned to Weevil and gave her instructions.
That's so true!
Logan felt that these words really touched his heart, and just based on this sentence, his calling "Mom" was not in vain!
"Woo woo woo, Mom, I get it. I will definitely listen to my brother."
Hearing Weevil's agreement, Logan's eyes became hot as he looked at this cheap brother, just like Blackbeard seeing the Dark-Dark Fruit!
At this time, Buckin said to Logan:
"Your brother's name is Edward Weevil, and he carries the blood of that man — Whitebeard, Edward Newgate! You must make Weevil inherit Whitebeard's fortune! Otherwise, I will die with regret!"
"I know, Mom! Don't worry!"
Logan held Buckin's hand tightly and listened to her instructions.
"Weevil!!"
"Mom, Mom! I'm here."
Weevil hurried forward.
"My silly son! You are Whitebeard's only biological son! Those so-called other sons are just pretending! Whitebeard's treasure belongs to you alone!"
"Cough cough cough!"
Miss Buckin was too excited and started coughing violently again.
Logan kept nodding to indicate that he had heard and remembered it, thinking to himself, "How terrible! It's really terrible to be hated by a woman!"
If you can't get it, then destroy it, right? Even at her age, she's still scheming to push someone's son to fight for a dead man's legacy.
Tsk tsk, I wonder what kind of past this Miss Buckin really had with that Whitebeard guy.
"puff!"
Miss Buckin coughed up another mouthful of blood, and her breath became weaker. Her life was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.
"And you, Gill…"
"Forgive me for not telling you before. Actually, your name is not Buckingham Gill, ahem."
"I'm here! Mom!"
When he heard that it was about his own life, Logan moved closer with interest.
Buckin stretched out her right hand and grasped in the air, as if trying desperately to grab something invisible.
"Your real name is… Rocks D. Gill!! You carry the world's most 'evil' blood in your veins, Rocks D. Zebec! Those with this name are destined to overturn the entire ocean! Ahahahaha, ahahahaha!… It's a pity I can't see it!"
Buckin said hysterically with a crazy look on her face.
"Mother!"
Miss Buckin used up her last bit of strength, and her raised hands finally drooped down, and she completely lost her breath.
"Mom, ahhhh…"
Weevil couldn't control himself any longer and burst into tears.
Unfortunately, the sky was still clear and there was no heavy rain to enhance the atmosphere.
Logan silently lit a cigarette for himself. His combined age in two lives was almost 30, so he didn't care about the ban on smoking for minors.
He stood quietly by, without much sadness on his face, because he had not inherited the memories of his original body. To him, the person dying before his eyes was just a stranger he had just chatted with for a few words.
The true feelings in one's heart cannot be faked.
Although it can be performed, it is already necessary.
Logan gently closed Miss Buckin's eyes and took off the big gold chain around her neck.
"Bury it."
"May you rest in peace soon."