Mermaid Wharf

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The suffocation brought by the sea water gradually dissipated. I patted my cheeks covered with water, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and opened them slowly. fact.

Not only that, but this is not Bayac Port, which was the closest to when I fell into the water, but Fischer Wharf, which is a whole week away from it.Ten years ago, Fisher's Wharf was not as prosperous as I remembered. Although the weather was sunny, the pale coastline looked deserted and desolate. There were few people, and it looked like a tourist attraction.

When I came back to the place where I met Villiga again, I was not in a happy mood; since the Polar Joy has already moored here, it means that the current timeline is at least a week after Angelo picked up Villiga up.

Thinking that Velija might have died tragically at the hands of that demon at this time, I clenched the hand hanging by my side and looked at the young man who was still pulling me back.The sailor uniform on the Royal Ghost hasn't changed much from ten years ago, and he apparently mistook me for Angelo, which saves me the trouble of explaining myself; The untold secrets of this ship.

My arm hurt a little from his grasp, I stood still and looked at the surrounding scenery, frowned and said:

"What are we... doing here?"

The young man gave me a strange look, as if he felt that I was dumbfounded by the sea. "Digging oysters. The cook said that the ingredients on the boat were not enough, and asked us to catch more high-quality seafood and go back to prepare for tonight's banquet. You just said that you would go to the intertidal zone a little farther away, but you actually dived into the water and dazed. "

As he said that, he pulled me onto the fishing boat parked on the shore: "Hurry up and go back. You have been deducted three times from your salary by the captain this month. If you do it again, you will really have to be thrown off the boat to feed the sharks."

I looked towards the fishing boat beside me. The wet trawl net was full of oysters from the seabed. Every sailor was ready to take over the boat with a tired face. It seemed that he had already waited for Angelo, who had no collective consciousness. long time.I hesitated for a moment, and said to the young man: "I just found a few wild pearl oysters underwater, and I want to dive down to have a look, why don't you go back first and leave me a boat."

The young man frowned and said, "But the captain..."

Before he finished speaking, he sighed, and raised his hand to signal the sailors around him to release a fishing boat for me, without saying anything more.I think Angelo's weird behavior style has probably been thoroughly touched by his colleagues long ago, and even if he finds himself left alone afterwards, he may not care; so thanks to this seemingly sailor The young man thought for a while and asked again:

"what's your name?"

The young man froze for a moment, then quickly stroked his chin resentfully and said, "You are so sad, Angelo. Although I know that you never care about anyone other than yourself, I am also your immediate superior anyway, why not?" If you can say forget it, forget it..."

Seeing that I was looking at him blankly, he replied tactfully, "My name is Bjorn, Bjorn Pedersen."

Hearing this, my dull eyes stayed on his facial features for a long time.A standard Scandinavian young man's face, messy brown hair and scattered freckles around the bridge of the nose, definitely not handsome, and completely different from Bjorn ten years later.

After struggling for a while, I asked, "Is your hometown in Hedmark, your mother remarried when you were five years old, and a sister married to the Isle of Wight a few years ago? And because of the dowry issue and the family It's very stiff, you haven't seen her for a long time?"

"How do you know?" The young man was dumbfounded, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly asked shyly, "Could it be that you...have a crush on me?"

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Realizing that any further questioning might have some unwanted consequences, I hastily found an excuse to dismiss him, and watched the crew of the Polar Delight return to the ship with their oysters.There was no time to think about Bjorn, so I returned to the place where I had just landed, stood there and thought for a while, then looked up at the mottled sea cliff not far away.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, I really saw a blond young man sitting on a high rock and sketching from life.He turned his back to me and sketched on the drawing board. His elegant figure looked like a dream in the bright red sun. His hair seemed to be slightly longer than mine, and the neatly trimmed pure gold was softly pasted behind his ears. A sailor with a job is like a nobleman on vacation.

I watched his back, gritted my teeth for a while, went back to the fishing boat, put away the nets, and turned around to head towards the seaside market at the port.

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It's not that I didn't think about sneaking around behind Angelo so quietly, and decisively terminated everything before it started; but I clearly realized that now is not the time.Taking out the only change I had, I bought a headscarf and goggles that could almost cover the entire face at the seaside market, and spent a few dollars on a second-hand fisherman’s outfit. I followed the porters at the pier to the Polar Joy, Soon, he found the person dressed as the chief mate in front of the container beside the ship.

I just went to the seaside market to find out that there is obviously a shortage of service personnel on board the Polar Joy. The captain and first mate came to the pier yesterday to recruit temporary workers. It is a pity that the fishermen here are not interested in working on passenger ships. They were still struggling with the accumulated work; I explained my intentions to the bearded but kind first officer, and easily obtained the qualifications to board the Polar Joy as a newcomer.

The first officer patted me on the shoulder cordially, and gave me a pack of local cigarettes as a welcome gift; when he took me to the sailor cabin to pick up the overalls, I subconsciously glanced at his name tag, and found that Tangba's name was written on it. name.

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What the hell.

Not only that, when I checked in, I found that most of the crew on the list coincided with the Royal Ghost ten years later, and when I put on a brand new sailor suit and went to work on the deck, I didn't see any familiar faces .

I don't know whether it's their appearance that has undergone tremendous changes in the past ten years, or it's just a weird coincidence. Before the legendary crisis of the Polar Joy came, I could only lurk here secretly as a temporary worker. Taking advantage of the rest time, quietly go to familiarize yourself with the ship.

Because of Angelo's existence, I obviously couldn't register with my real name, so I hesitated when I signed it, and I still used the pseudonym Moran.After finishing work, I greeted each of my new colleagues, including the boatswain named Bjorn. I slipped down the deck and began to search among the cabins one by one.

Although the appearance of the ship has not changed at all ten years later, the chess and card room and bar that were originally used to entertain the nobles inside have been transformed into cargo holds. The luxurious scene at this time is very strange to me; Looking over from time to time, his eyes lingered among the nobles who were leisurely drinking cocktails, hoping to find Velija who was still alive, or Mo'er who was with the tutor among the noisy crowd.

However, the carrying capacity of this ship was obviously beyond my estimation, and my strength alone was very limited. I felt tired soon, but I still insisted on going down the gangway and walked towards the cargo hold at the bottom where no passengers stayed.

There was an imperceptible smell of blood in the air, and when the cold wind blew past my ears, I noticed a dimly lit door at the end of the corridor.I stopped outside this cabin and listened breathlessly for a long time. After confirming that there was no movement from anyone inside, I boldly opened the cabin door and slipped in lightly.

The first sight is a clean and tidy sailor cabin. The decoration is not too careful, but the owner's elegance and nobility can be seen; there are violin cases and some painting tools on the shelf, and various kinds of paintings are plastered on the bulkhead. There are various paintings of mermaids, some are artistic portraits painted with oil paint, and some are medical structure diagrams after dissection, which reveal a faintly mysterious color under the illumination of the lights.

This was undoubtedly Angelo's secret base.I looked at the operating table in the corner, where there still seemed to be the breath of Velija; thinking of the bad luck he suffered here a week ago, I lowered my head, a fishy and sweet taste overflowed from my throat, and it took me a long time After calming himself down, his eyes fell on the diary with wet ink on the desk.

I don't know how Angelo handled Villiga's body after that, and how his mood changed this week; I only know that if Villiga really died, I might not Hesitantly try to kill this demon by all means, no matter how late the day comes.

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Just when my hand was about to touch the diary, I heard a slightly surprised voice behind me:

"what are you doing here?"