Mermaid Wharf

So I decided to confess my motives for becoming a sailor and give him a reasonable explanation. "Actually, the reason why I boarded the Royal Ghost is similar to yours. Ten years ago, my younger sister Mo'er disappeared on this ship. Although the government has resolved the matter according to the way of dealing with shipwrecks, I have never given up on searching for it. "It's a pity that human beings are not like mermaids. There is no wizard who can tell me her whereabouts. I don't even know whether she is alive or dead now..."

Originally, I just wanted to find a more appropriate reason for my sadness, but as I was talking, I remembered how Mo'er sweetly followed me and called her brother when I was a child. Thinking that I have lost the only clue now, I can't help but feel a little sad. Depression.

Velijia listened carefully, and when she saw my frustrated expression, she looked at me a little at a loss, as if she didn't know how to comfort others, she just imitated me just now and put her hands on my head, whisper Said: "Don't worry, your sister must still be alive, just like my uncle must still be alive."

Although this kind of clumsy comfort is not useful, I can vaguely feel his sincerity. I took his hand and put it in the palm of my hand, and smiled at him with vigor:

"Thank you, Velija."

Veliga looked at the hand I was holding, and suddenly blushed.

The previously inexplicable ambiguous atmosphere swept over again, and he approached me quietly, as if he had no intention of withdrawing his hand; sensing his intention, I thought of the enthusiasm of this young mermaid last night, and some kind of thought unexpectedly Inopportunely ready to move.

Maybe when the Royal Ghost leaves Fisher's Wharf, I can find Mo'er on this journey, and I won't renew my contract with Captain Garcia in the coming year, and naturally I won't see these mermaids again. Leave a mark on my life; like Bjorn said, I don't really have to be so reserved at all.This kind of thinking made me despise myself, not to mention that if Velijia really liked me, it would undoubtedly be very dangerous to maintain that relationship with him.

Seeing me sizing him up, Velija suddenly raised his tail fin and patted my left cheek. The force was neither light nor heavy, and it was sensational in this small space.

Like a spark falling into dry grass, it ignites in an instant.

So I couldn't restrain some kind of inner surge, and hung out with Velijia for another night.

……

It can also be said that there is wine in the present and drunk in the present.

I have to admit that the mermaid really has the charm that is almost bewitching in the legend; if Velija was a female mermaid, I might have fallen into his passionate and bewildered eyes in just a few days, and was cursed I couldn't turn over.However, after waking up, I thought about it quietly for a few minutes, and found that my mentality had not changed much compared to before. Although it seemed a bit cruel to Velijia, I was really relieved.

Sure enough, adults should know the difference between lust and love.

Because I have already asked Captain Garcia for leave, I slept with great peace of mind until it was high in the sun. When I woke up, there was no sign of Velija around me. I don’t know whether I went back to the tribe or prepared a terrible breakfast like yesterday. .I scratched my head and got up to wash, and found that my secret base was still the same. There was no ripple in the empty fresh water tank, and it was as silent as if no one had ever been here.

It made me feel a little lonely, even though it only lasted three seconds.

Outside the porthole is a pleasant sunny day.When I dragged my moldy body to the deck to bask in the sun, my colleagues had finished their work in the morning and were sitting in the shade chatting in twos and threes.

"Captain Garcia looked negative..."

"Of course, because he was dumped by the blond angel..."

"The last time I saw him in such distress was half a year ago when the steward opened a can of herring in the captain's cabin..."

"Tsk, that little bitch Mano..."

I listened to their discussion from a distance, and the hand that I raised to say hello froze in place, and I felt a little embarrassed for a while; but when they saw me, they quickly silenced and said haha, and they dispersed, but a few This one gave me a strange look before leaving, as if he was looking at a heartbroken man who had always given up.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and was about to look for Velija, when in a blink of an eye I saw the bosun stepping onto the deck with a relaxed face, holding two cans of dark beer in my left hand, and an unknown dog in my right hand. A small dish with some kind of food in it.

"Good morning, little Mano." He greeted me kindly as usual, and then sat down in the shade by the mast, enjoying his lunch very happily.

I looked at Bjorn, and suddenly thought with a guilty conscience that I seemed to have forgotten to inform the first officer to rescue him yesterday, and I don’t know what happened to him after that; but now he looks normal, and he is not satisfied after the storm , and there was no trace of being squeezed, and he was concentrating on dealing with the red and white things in the small dish, as if he had no intention of mentioning that matter at all.

Seeing that he was eating happily, I turned my eyes to the plate in his hand and found that it seemed to be fresh sashimi. "Mr. Bosun, what are you eating..."

A chill ran up my back, seeing me staring blankly at him, Bjorn stopped chewing for a while, and replied naturally: "Sashimi, the captain personally made it to reward everyone; I heard that this The fish this time was pretty big, if you want to eat it, go to the cook to get it, or you will be robbed if you are late."

He said as he put down the empty plate, licked his lips and said: "The captain's skill in making sashimi is really superb, but it's a pity that he never shows his hands easily. He often said that only the sashimi made from the fish at Fisher's Wharf is the best. It is the most delicious, so it is only a few days a year to enjoy it."

……

Thinking of Captain Garcia's plausible threat yesterday, I felt a buzzing in my head. When I realized it, I had already stepped forward and grabbed Bjorn by the collar: "Where is the captain now?!"

Bjorn coughed twice and was inexplicably shaken by me: "Uh, it's in the steerage..."

I left him and ran all the way to the steerage, the uneasy premonition in my heart became stronger; thinking of some terrible possibility, the deep fear almost made me tremble, as if I could see Velija in the next second It looked like it was covered in blood.

As early as when the first officer of the Undead uttered those weird warnings, I should have thought that the weirdness of this ship is far from as simple as I imagined. The captain for the crew is more likely to be a madman who will kill them for fun after drinking and eating.

When the steerage door was pulled open vigorously by me, the bloody water was flowing down the cooking table propped up by the side of the wainscot. In the dark shadows, I saw countless beautiful faces of mermaids that had lost their blood color. A strange and sweet taste.

Captain Garcia looked at me coldly, holding a lively salmon in his hand.

I froze for a moment, then subconsciously looked into the wooden barrel filled with clear water beside him, and found that the ones who had been disembowelled were not the mermaid I imagined, but fresh, fat and flexible salmon.Those mermaids who were trying to rape me yesterday were all sitting not far away very obediently at this time, their expressions seemed a little nervous, watching his movements intently.

Then Captain Garcia lifted the knife and skillfully peeled and deboned the salmon in his hand. The bright red and tender fish meat on the chopping board was evenly and neatly scraped off and placed on a plate stacked aside.After finishing, he added parsley and mint leaves for decoration, which made the already fresh meat exude a sweeter and more delicious color.

"At this time next year, I don't want to see anyone harassing Mano, understand?" Captain Garcia calmly handled the last salmon, picked up a piece of prepared dipping sauce, threw it into his mouth vigorously After chewing twice, he smiled at them and said, "Otherwise, this is what will happen to you."

The mermaids looked at me with pale faces, then at the plates of sashimi on the cooking table, and finally nodded.