110 Note from Mila

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.

"Jacia, dear, are you trying to say that you are the protagonist of this story?"

"Don't give me that bullshit Mila. Everyone is the protagonist of their own story."

I blinked.

Okay bitch. If everyone is the protagonist of their own story, then what's wrong with calling myself the protagonist of my own story????????

I sighed. It is no use. All the crew members are pissed off at their low amount of screentime ever since the three trials arc. For days I've been on the receiving end of their wrath. Even your closest of friends can become the greatest enemies once jealousy takes over.

I looked at Baron and flinched. He was smiling, but I swear, that I could see daggers coming out of his emerald eyes. I looked down to see a pouting Lutious look up at me. My heart broke into a million pieces. Even my cute little child hates me.

Sara (the author), looked at me and put up a thumbs-up as she continues to type on her laptop in her dorm room. A coffee stain apparent on the sleeve of her sweatshirt. Yes, its fucking June but the author is freezing and wearing a sweatshirt and sleeps with a fleece blanket as she lives in God Damned Seattle.

"Miss Mila, what is a mask?"

"Lutious dear, there are some things that I can not explain to you as it will ruin the course of time. Do you understand?"

Lutious shook his head as I patted his head. Some things are better untold.