Mermaid Wharf

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, I went to patrol the deck with a light on, dragged a few drunken sailors into the cabin, then opened a can of dark beer for myself, and leaned against the porthole to write the voyage diary by moonlight.

It was my No. 80 day working on the Royal Ghost, and it was a calm midnight with clear skies.

According to the contract between the Oak Snake Company and Captain Garcia, the destination of this voyage is the port of Amphilia in the far east, and some tea and jewelry will be traded with local indigenous people and middlemen. The total journey will take about three months; who knows that the ocean currents are changing and the trade winds are constantly weakening, until now we are still a long way from Amphilia.

What's even more strange is that our itinerary has already been delayed enough by various emergencies, but Captain Garcia still deviates from the original route and sails to a small delta on the map that has not been marked by the contract.

Fisherman's Wharf, also known as Mermaid Wharf, is rumored to be the habitat of mermaids under a certain rocky sea rock not far from here; Some people may just listen to it as a story and don't believe that such mythical creatures really exist, including me of course.

Until yesterday evening, I saw the mermaid for the first time.

When Bosun Bjorn and the boatswain finished unloading the last batch of cargo and walked onto the deck, he greeted five or six young and strong boys, dispatched two fishing boats that were not too small in capacity, and then invited me to go "hunting" with him. ".I thought they were going to catch some rare large fish, so Xinxin accepted the invitation, but I didn't expect that this voyage would become bizarre because of this little episode.

Bjorn was in his early thirties, with a handsome face with obvious Scandinavian features, and a muscular body. When the fishing boat reached a strange sea cliff, he took off his shirt and plunged into the water. Swimming towards an unknown direction in the depths.Seeing that the afterglow of the setting sun made everyone's cheeks flush, I also rolled up my sleeves and looked intently at the surface of the water where Bjorn disappeared.

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When Bjorn emerged from the splashing water again, I saw someone in his arms.Seaweed-like purple hair flowed down her waist, and her almost transparent white skin contrasted sharply with Bjorn's bronzed chest.The man put his arms around his neck with his eyes slightly squinted, glanced lazily here when we saw him, and rubbed his red lips coquettishly against Bjorn's neck.

After Bjorn carried him into the boat, I realized that he was dragging a long purple fish tail from the waist down, and the scales shone with iridescent shimmer under the setting sun. There is no doubt that it is the legendary mermaid.

Seeing my stunned look, Bjorn laughed and said: "Little Manuo, you should be careful, these goblins can't be seen everywhere."

At this moment, there were rustling noises under the water surface around the fishing boat, and human heads popped out one after another in a short while.Having come into contact with these mysterious and beautiful creatures so closely, I felt that my breathing stopped for a moment, and only the beautiful scenery of the dazzling tail fins reflected in the setting sun was left in my vision.

They slowly surrounded them, as if they were no strangers to human beings. The tails of the fish lightly slapped on the reefs on the shore, the scales of various colors were as bright as gems, and the delicate skin was like secret porcelain. They all looked very beautiful.Seeing that we hadn't moved for a long time, they swam beside the fishing boat and started whispering, as if they were a little commotion. "Don't worry, babies," Bjorn mysteriously put his index finger on his lips, and said to them in a low voice, "tonight...we will never stop getting drunk."

I seemed to hear the low laughter of the mermaids, and then Bjorn told the sailors behind me to cast their nets, and the group of mermaids rushed up.Maybe it wasn't "hunting" at all - I'd even say they almost scrambled to jump into the big net, and were pulled up like cheap sardines, lying docilely on the bow and watching us.

I thought I would feel embarrassed and happy to see the dreamy scene like a fairy tale in my lifetime, but I felt a little panicked when I saw the meaningful smile of the boatswain.On the way back to the Royal Ghost with the trophies, Bjorn introduced mermaid creatures in detail to me, a rookie who had just become a sailor.

He said that the navigator who was the first to discover the mermaid is probably unreliable, but so far the only one who knows where the mermaid is hiding is the Royal Ghost.At first, the sailors were afraid of this mysterious creature, but they soon discovered that they were not much different from real humans except for their fish tails; The habit of meeting with mermaids during the voyage.

"The adult mermaids of this season are all in estrus. They are well-behaved, obedient and understanding, and their body cavity is also warm and tight. They are very good sex partners." Bjorn said and teased the purple-haired mermaid nestled in his arms.The purple-haired mermaid twisted the fish tail caught between his legs, lowered her head and enfolded his fingers tenderly.

"But they... are all male mermaids, right?" Seeing that Bjorn's blue eyes were gradually enveloped by yu fire, I finally couldn't help asking.

Although I admit that I was bewitched by their beauty at the beginning, I soon discovered that these mermaids all have flat chests, prominent Adam's apples on their slender necks, and even have perfect muscles that are not inferior to human men. There are also slight bulges in the thin scales, all showing their male status.

Who would have thought that the most compatible sexual partner in Bjorn's mouth is not only a human being, but also the same sex; my conventional cognition was completely broken in just a few hours, looking at the boatswain and seeing all kinds of males on the boat The mermaid felt a little suffocated.

"It is said that female mermaids are very violent during estrus, and they can't help hurting their partners, so they would rather come up to vulgar humans like us to solve their needs than mate with those tigresses." Bjorn's breath was already heavy Get up, pinch the purple-haired mermaid's chin and kiss it heavily, and said vaguely, "...just be pretty, it doesn't matter if he is male or female."

I could only stay silent, and as the fishing boat returned to the Royal Ghost in the thin night, I watched the mermaids being carried back to the steerage by the tired sailors and began to revel, and it was quite a headache to help them clean up the mess beer keg, and went to the bathroom to pour himself a basin of cold water.

As I write this, my colleagues who were drunk not long ago seem to have woken up a lot, and the familiar voices of warblers and swallows came from the quiet steerage; I pressed my temples and sighed, and closed the diary in my hand I was going to sleep.

When he walked down the escalator, Tang Ba, the first mate, was coming up with a pipe in his mouth full of joy. When he saw that it was me, he smiled, looked at my black eyes and said with deep meaning: "Little Manuo, why haven't I seen you just now?" you?"

I opened my mouth and was about to answer, but he put his shoulders on my shoulders and turned me in the direction I came from. He patted me on the back like a kind elder, and said comfortingly: "It's okay, it's the first time I have sex with a mermaid. It’s inevitable that you’ll be nervous, and you won’t be afraid when you get acquainted with them.” Then he looked me up again, “Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin, ahaha.”

The big hands like steel pliers firmly grasped me, and I could feel the smell of alcohol in Tangba's turbid breathing, so I had to be half-forced by him to take me back to the banquet hall where I was still having a carnival. Pulled a blue-tailed mermaid from the arms of the carpenter on the boat, and made out with him as if demonstrating for me; the blue-tailed mermaid blinked, obediently climbed up to his neck, opened her lips, and kissed him tenderly.

These mermaids are all about the same size as adult men, and the scales on the lower abdomen during intercourse are surprisingly large. They are stacked with humans in twos and threes, and the sound of rubbing water makes my scalp tingle.I saw the purple-haired mermaid entangled with Bjorn on the suede carpet, fluctuating violently with his movements, and when I realized that my eyes were focused on me, I turned around and gave me a soft wink. She even licked her lower lip affectionately.

I barely patted my red cheeks to wake up, I looked away in embarrassment, and suddenly noticed a lone mermaid in the corner not far away, the silver fish tail was gently stirring the water in the wooden bucket beside me, He is holding his chin with great interest to watch this messy feast.

I noticed him because he is the only mermaid here with a size between a teenager and a young man. It seems that we caught him by mistake before he was in estrus; some drunken helmsmen wanted to go up and touch him. For his butt, he just flicked his tail fin a few times and slapped those people's faces, obviously he has no interest in making love.

Seeing me looking at him, Tang Ba smiled knowingly: "Oh, did you find the target?"

I have to admit that my cheeks must be very red, but most of them are not from embarrassment, but from anger.If my sister is still alive, she should be about the same age as him this year-just imagine in my mind that my old sister is here watching the live spring palace, and being slobbered by some boorish men, and I will get angry where to come.

Thinking of this, I stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

He was still staring intently at those performers of the same kind, and the fish tail drew a semicircular arc indifferently. Before he hit me, he was hugged horizontally. My body shook a few times unsteadily, and then I had to wrap my arms around my neck.

I carried him out the door, and behind me came the playful whistles of the crew.Most of them thought that I was shy, and went to do something good alone with the beauty in my arms, but at this moment, when I saw the mermaid with a happy face in my arms, I felt even more headache.

I can't even educate human teenagers, let alone another race that even has communication problems.I carried him onto the deck to blow the cold wind for a while, and saw that he couldn't help sneezing in my arms, so I took off my coat to cover his bare upper body, thought for a while and said, "You remember to go home way?"

If Bjorn is right, mermaids should be able to understand part of human language; but he still looked at me leisurely, squinted his eyes and found a more comfortable position in my arms, as if not Do not understand. "You're still young, it's normal to be curious about everything, but," I said slowly, "humans are still quite dangerous...well, I mean, wait until you're an adult and find someone your age. It’s better to do it with the opposite sex. Why don’t you go back first, so you can report to your companions, the bosun may send them back tomorrow.”

After hearing this, he still didn't react, he just swayed the fish's tail lightly.I thought he understood what I said, so I walked to the bow, looked at the rippling sea surface in the dark night and hesitated for a while, imagining how the first officer released his pet turtle a few days ago, raised my arms, and wanted to send him Throw it back into the sea.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing—?!"

When the boy's crisp voice rang in my ears, I stayed where I was.

When he looked down into his arms, he still stared at me with those obsidian eyes, his lips parted.

... It seems that no one told me that mermaids can talk, right?