Mermaid Wharf

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The sun on the sea had already risen very high, and the dazzling light was blocked by the patterned curtains, which only cast some ambiguous shadows in this not-so-spacious cabin.I sat on the tidy and clean little bed in the captain's cabin, watched the person in front of me slowly remove my clothes, and slowly clenched the hands hanging by my side, and finally relaxed.

Captain Garcia was not in a hurry to get straight to the point. Instead, he went shirtless as if he was showing me something, and went to the bedside cabinet to pour himself a glass of wine.As an aristocratic son who has been pampered for many years, his body obviously has a certain allure. Compared with the sailors who have been exposed to the wind and sun all year round, he is slightly pale, but he is also very graceful and vigorous.

I look away and run through my hair in some annoyance; he finally comes over and sits astride me after he's downed his drink.The black turban and goggles were still on, and I wasn't interested in looking at the face that looked exactly like mine, so I raised my hand to caress his chest, then hesitated, raised his chin and kissed it .

The moment my lips touched, I felt him froze, and soon pushed me against the bulkhead unwilling to be outdone, and became emotional.Sensing that the time was ripe, when he raised his hand to take off his obstructive goggles, I pulled out the portable knife hidden in my sleeve and stabbed him hard in the waist.

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What a joke, even if I must have sex with someone other than Velija, it is absolutely impossible to be this blood-debt mermaid Death.

His body fell to the ground in response, and fell dully on the bloody floor, while I grabbed my coat and rushed out of the hatch.The white mist on the sea has become thinner and thinner, and the Polar Joy is like a shadow in a dream with only a vague outline left. If I delay it any longer, I'm afraid it will be too late for me to stop the tragedy ten years ago.

As long as I was quicker, I might be able to save Velija and take him far enough away that the curse would never catch up again.

As for Mo'er, although it is impossible to know her current whereabouts from Captain Garcia, as long as I personally board the ghost ship floating in the white mist, the answer will naturally be revealed.While my mind was active, I went all the way down to the escape cabin at the bottom, and found that there was indeed a lifeboat with fresh water and canned food there.

Pushing the lifeboat with difficulty, and hearing the rush of sea water, I seemed to see a glimmer of hope. "Do you need help?" A faint voice sounded in my ear.

"Thank you, please pass me the chain over there..."

Before I finished speaking, cold sweat wet my back again.

Captain Garcia was standing on the escalator next to the pump head, playing with the knife that was still stuck in his abdomen just now, the captain's attire had returned to his body again, and he looked calm and breezy as if nothing had happened.Although he looked like the gentle and majestic captain in normal times, my whole body was stiff, and my hands and feet became cold in this gloomy atmosphere.

"What are you surprised about?" He sneered and threw away the knife in his hand, "You alone can't kill me."

The next moment, he turned down the escalator without a sound, lifted my collar and fiercely pushed me against the bulkhead. His body trembled slightly from the rage, but he quickly calmed down. "...I changed my mind, Mano." He touched the tip of my nose, and raised his hand to hit the side of my neck expressionlessly, "You will never have a chance to save Velija; you will be imprisoned here On board the Royal Ghost, as long as I don't die, I'll never be free."

At the last second before falling into a coma, I began to despair of my sad fate.

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When I struggled to wake up from the bloody nightmare, the sound of the waves in my ears had become clear and steady. From the light coming in through the narrow porthole, it seemed that the time at sea had come to evening.There was a stale and decaying smell in my nostrils. I was tied up and thrown into the utility compartment. There was silence around me. It was obvious that no one would come to rescue me.

I struggled to move on the ground, trying to find a sharp object to grind the cable on my body.When I tried my best to squat up and look out the porthole, the fog on the sea was so thin that I couldn’t see any traces of large merchant ships within a distance of several nautical miles; A hard thing inside.

Turning slowly, I saw the thing slip out of my pocket, and realized it was a fish-horn given to me by the captain of the Undead.

Thinking of the strange kindness of the mysterious captain before parting, I was in a daze for a while, then quickly bowed my waist and leaned towards it, holding it in my mouth and blowing hard twice.Sailor's canvas trousers always seem to have room for a few outlandish little things, and I didn't expect to have them with me;

However, after a while, my mouth became parched, I stared at it for a long time, and kicked it to the corner in depression.Don't know if this kind of toy thing will work, even if the Undead can come to rescue me as fast as possible, it's already a week's voyage from Fischer's Pier, maybe when they catch up with the Royal Ghost No, I've been chopped into pieces by some undead mermaid expert.

Unexpectedly, when I woke up from my sleep again, when the night was just falling on the sea, I heard the sound of whistles in the distance, fast and slow; the sound was getting closer, and the deck above my head also sounded The sound of the sailors' chaotic footsteps was heard.

The glare beam cast by the ship's lights passed by the porthole, I woke up, went to the sluice in the corner to drink two mouthfuls of fresh water, managed to support myself and searched in the dark surroundings, kicked over the glove box beside me, and found A sharp object like a cargo hook was riveted and sharpened.

When I was finally freed from the pile of cables, I felt a huge black shadow approaching the side of the Royal Ghost; I looked up and looked out the porthole, and the dark gold mark of the Immortal was under the direct light of the ship's lights A deep light shone.

I can't tell whether it's more shock or surprise. The footsteps above my head have become more and more flustered. The noisy and noisy voices cover up the movement of the utility compartment. I pulled out a heavy twist lock from under the shelf, He smashed open the hatch and escaped.

Not sure if the colleagues other than Bjorn are my partners, I avoided the busy crew all the way, but the light was dim, they didn't notice me, but the road to the escape pod was blocked tightly, the corner There were quite a few patrolmen standing at the port and the gangway, as if they had made up their minds not to let any rat pass.

Fleeing to the deck in a panic, I saw Captain Garcia standing on the bow, observing the uninvited passenger through the telescope in his hand; There is an icy color in the cast light beam.

"Angelo, how have you been all these years?" I heard Quentin's cold greeting.

"Thanks to you, I'm doing pretty well." The pirates standing on the deck not far away had raised their guns, but Captain Garcia didn't seem to take them seriously, "I knew ten years ago In the future, you still have time to find trouble with the Royal Ghost, and what I chopped off back then should not have been your legs, but your head."

Hiding behind the mast, I froze for a moment, subconsciously rubbed my eyes and looked at the Undead in the night, and found that the part below Quentin's waist was really strange, his stiff knees seemed to be equipped with prosthetic limbs, and the other pirates around him There are also more or less physical disabilities.

It seems that this demon that frightened the pirates really carried out inhumane experiments on them back then.

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over the blond young man on your ship." Quentin said lightly, seeing Captain Garcia's sneering expression, he continued, "Your ship has just experienced a heavy loss. Storm, if it is a head-to-head match, the Undead will not necessarily lose to you, will it? What's more, we have invited support."

At this moment, I noticed another huge black shadow of a ship appeared on the sea surface where the white mist rose again, slowly approaching the Royal Ghost along the sea horizon, revealing the exquisite and gorgeous phoenix on the bulging sails pattern.

"...Dear Captain Garcia, has anyone ever told you that cheating on a drunk lady is immoral?"

The female captain stood on the high bow, her honey-brown curly hair was tied around her ears, and under the wide captain's hat was a pair of eyes full of anger. "Hand over my son, or don't blame me for being rude to the Royal Ghost." She clenched the revolver in her hand as she spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

Captain Garcia put down his binoculars and glanced at her, and said with a sneer, "You're welcome to the Royal Ghost? Phoenix, don't forget who gave you your status today."

"You promised me that Mano would pick Mo'er back!" She yelled at him emotionally, her finger was hanging on the trigger, but she couldn't pull it off for a long time.

"I've changed my mind." Captain Garcia faced the gun openly, his tone still cold, "Mano will stay here with me forever. As for your daughter, since old Garcia's wife has passed away, you also He has already become a human being, I think he shouldn't mind renewing his relationship with you and having a few more children to inherit the family business."

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Phoenix stared at him blankly, tears streaming down her face a long time ago. "...But if Mano doesn't go back, what will we do? What about Velija?"

Captain Garcia said calmly: "This is Veliga's fate, Phoenix; since he wants to be an infatuated seed who sacrifices for love, why don't we fulfill him?"

He took a step closer to the bow of the ship, and said again: "What's more, we are still alive and well. Even if Mano doesn't go back, we won't disappear because of the change of the world line, will we?"

Seeing that Phoenix fell silent, Captain Garcia clicked his tongue regretfully, and gestured to the crew members around him.There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air, and when I thought of the cannon ammunition that I carried when I left Fischer's Wharf, I realized that he seemed to have expected a battle on the Royal Ghost a long time ago, and there was nothing from the beginning out of his control.

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The battle at sea is imminent.

Captain Garcia hooked Tangba beside him, and suddenly glanced in my direction, then took the loaded rifle and pointed at Phoenix.

I know what he means.

He is threatening me that if I don't come out to stop this battle and swear to submit to him wholeheartedly, he can kill my mother without any effort, just as easy as killing Villiga back then.

"……stop."

I heard my own hoarse voice.I am well aware of the consequences of three large sailing ships of this size breaking out at sea. Although I don't know what kind of favor the Undead owed ten years ago, Captain Garcia seems quite sure and has always been a peace-loving It is impossible for Mano to let others risk their lives to save him.

Seeing that I finally came out from the shadow under the mast, Captain Garcia put down his gun in satisfaction and waved to me. "Come here, Mano." His voice was kind and gentle, as if the crisis just now didn't exist.

I walked up to him, bowed my head without saying a word, and after staring at me for a long time, he raised his hand and stroked my hair.

At this moment, with a gunshot, my cheeks were suddenly splashed with dark red marks; the shadow of the Undead flickered in the night, and Quentin in the distance put down the fire in his hand expressionlessly. Gun, while Captain Garcia frowned and wiped the blood on his chest, with a disapproving smile on his lips.

I took two steps back in horror, staggered over the railing, and fell straight into the water.

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There was an exclamation from an unknown ship above my head, and the seawater poured into my nose and mouth in an instant. I struggled to surface, but I was caught off guard and dragged into the deeper water by the liquid that choked my lungs; the signal of brain hypoxia Having truly conveyed to my five senses, I exhausted my last strength to swim upwards. I stretched out my hand to grab something, but finally sank down with my body powerlessly.

Just as I closed my eyes in resignation, and the carousel before my death flashed in my mind, a pair of Kongwu's powerful hands suddenly reached under the water and lifted me up.

There were some loud and unreal human voices around me. I squatted on the bank and coughed loudly. Before I could feel the joy of the rest of my life after the catastrophe, I was pulled up by the person who rescued me and hurried towards a strange direction in the white mist. go.I looked up at him, and the strange young man dressed as a sailor was scolding me anxiously:

"Angelo, why are you still here? Hurry up, the captain will scold someone if it's too late."

I froze for a moment, then looked up at the gorgeous passenger ship docked quietly on the shore.The white mist surrounding the pier gradually dissipated, and the previous vain scenery became real in an instant. The sun shone lazily on the huge sails, and the gold-plated logo on the bow was clearly reflected in the eyes——

Polar Joy.