Hello readers!
"My name is Mila, and I am the protagonist of this story, Sleeping Next to the Pirate King. I and the crew here would love to thank you for all of the support and the current status of reaching 200k views."
"Who are you calling the protagonist?"
I turned to see my crew members tap their shoes on the deck of the ship impatiently. I shivered as I felt their malicious gazes. I chuckled nervously as I scratched my head.
"Hey guys, how's it going? The weather sure is beautiful today."
A particular human being spit at my feet as she glared.
"I'm only going to say it one more time. Who the fuck are you calling the protagonist?"
I blinked as I looked at Jacia sitting on a barrel wih a glare. A puff of smoke emitting from her cigar. Francois and Josh smoking next to her with matching glares.
Are these people actually fucking kidding me right now? I'm clearly the protagonist. For fuck's sake, I'm the one who died then came back to life not them.
