Mermaid Wharf

Fortunately, this dangerous thought only stayed in my mind for three seconds.I held Velija's shoulders and pushed him away, helplessly restraining his hands on my chest, and whispered: "You like this kind of thing very much?"

"Mermaids like this kind of thing. But I haven't tried it yet." He licked his lips, although his wrist was clasped by me, but his bright eyes were staring at my open shirt, sweeping back and forth, as if he was very satisfied with my figure . "Those colleagues of yours are really ugly, and they don't have any appetite at all... And although you are stupid, you are already considered good-looking among humans, so I want to have sex with you."

I pondered over what he said, and was suddenly speechless.As a former aristocrat, Captain Garcia has a high degree of aesthetic cleanliness, and it is impossible to allow his crew to look too ugly. The long-term workers who can sign contracts with him, such as Tangba and Bjorn, are all without a doubt Beautiful man; and this mermaid actually thinks I'm prettier than them, which makes me feel a little dirty complacent when I can't laugh or cry.

However, this subtle complacency didn't last long, and it was frightened by his body sticking up again and dissipated in the air.I coughed and distanced myself from him, and said the question in my heart: "Why do you have to do this kind of thing with humans? Isn't it better to do it with the same kind?"

Veliga's caudal fin was still scratching my calf ambiguously. He raised his eyebrows and drew back his wrist thoughtfully. "Oh, there are two reasons," he continued to unbutton me unhurriedly, "First of all, there are very few females in our tribe, and those commoners are poor wretches who have failed in courtship. I know that I have no passion at all, and when I feel uncomfortable in estrus, I can only come up and make do with humans."

This is similar to what Bjorn said, but no one would have guessed that those beautiful male mermaids didn't like their own kind, but failed in courtship.The blushing voice in the steerage was still intermittently wafting into my ears through the deck, thinking that the so-called tryst in Bjorn’s mouth was just used by the merman as a convenient tool to vent his desire, I twitched the corners of my mouth, feeling inexplicably sympathetic.

"What about the second reason?"

Veligar paused for a moment, seemingly hesitating.

"...my uncle disappeared ten years ago. According to the prophecy of the tribal wizard Lord Percy, a ghost ship with two serpentine marks on its bow and tail sailed from the west, and a blond young man related to it will know his whereabouts. So everyone came up to find this person in the first place, and it was just a way to vent their desires."

As soon as the words fell, he and I were silent at the same time.

Due to the good long-term cooperative relationship between the Royal Ghost and the Oak Snake Company, Captain Garcia would always hang their alloy logo on the ship during the performance of the contract. The identity of the ghost ship was self-evident in the wizard's mouth.And the blond youth...

"The sailors who were expelled by Captain Garcia before didn't know, but now I'm the only one with blond hair on the Royal Ghost." I spread my hands, "But I don't know the whereabouts of your uncle."

Just kidding, until a day ago I was convinced that mermaids only existed in fairy tales and had nothing to do with anything non-human, so even if they were looking for the blond, it couldn't be me.

"I also know it won't be you." Velijia seemed a little discouraged, and limply stretched her body, and bit my neck depressedly, "So this kind of life will continue for a long time, until we find up to that person."

Realizing that this depressed mermaid still didn't give up the idea of ​​making out with me, I sighed, and instead of pushing him away, I brushed a lock of long hair hanging on my chest behind his ear, and said with downcast eyes: "Okay... what about you, since you're not a commoner and haven't reached the estrus period, why did you come up with them to find humans to join in the fun this time? Suddenly want to find uncle yourself?"

Judging by this guy's arrogant attitude and tone just now, he must be either rich or noble in the mermaid tribe; and if his uncle is a small person, there is no reason for so many mermaids to come ashore to find his whereabouts.

Wei Lijia obviously didn't expect my mind to turn so fast, and stood there for a while, faltering and saying nothing, and his cheeks seemed to be slightly red when he looked carefully.I thought he would just make up a reason to prevaricate me, but he suddenly changed the subject bluntly, looked at the shelf full of sundries in the corner and said:

"Can you play guitar?"

……

Although I don't know what he is thinking, but it's better to talk about music than to lose yourself here, so I took the guitar off the shelf and wiped it, plucked the strings and said: "I know some, do you want to learn?"

His eyes lit up, then he shook his head and said, "No, I want to be AI."

I:"……"

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I put the guitar back to its original position and finally decided to speak clearly to this young mermaid. 'That, Villiga. Knowing that I can no longer look at him with the loving eyes of an elder, I tried to make my tone serious, "I know that those bad adults may have set a wrong example for you, but I am different from them, and I have not talked with strangers or strangers. We are not even familiar with the habit of fish making AI..."

I think the meaning of my refusal is already obvious, but Velijia obviously still can't understand.

"How can there be such a troublesome human being like you..." He retracted the tail fin that was wrapped around me in dissatisfaction, frowned and thought for a while, and finally moved away from the body that was close to me as if in compromise, "Okay, then I will first Get acquainted with you for a day, and we will do it tomorrow night."

He leaned on the edge of the bed and jumped into the water tank, splashed a few times and threw two splashes of water, then closed his eyes comfortably.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed. Go to bed quickly, remember to drink two more bowls of sea cucumber soup tomorrow, and I have to prepare well—my first time must be perfect."

He didn't make a sound for a long time, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Good night, Mano."

……

……

When the sunlight spilled into this remote cabin through the small porthole, I opened my sleepy eyes, sat up and rubbed my messy hair.The surroundings were silent, the guitar on the shelf was leaning there, the dark freshwater tank by the hatch was empty, and the calm water surface was glowing faintly.

I seemed to have a dream yesterday, it seemed to be about a mermaid or something, and it was as real as it was.

Hell, how could there be such a thing as a mermaid in the world.

I finished washing quickly with a feeling of gratitude, took the bucket to the deck, opened my work schedule and looked at it, and went to the storage compartment to get tools to lubricate the mast.The hazy sea fog in the morning can always bring me a sense of freshness, and the wind blowing from the ferry is also very pleasant, giving me the illusion that today will be very beautiful, until I hummed a little song to drive away the seabirds on the deck, and said happily Hit someone.

The man was against the light, with seaweed-like purple hair tied around his neck, the bosun's favorite plaid shirt on his snow-white upper body, but a long, crystal-clear fish tail dragging on his lower body, Leaning on the railing, smoking a cigar leisurely.

mermaid.

I stared at him for a while, then turned around and fled towards the way I came from without looking back.

"Hey," he called out leisurely from behind, "You know me but you don't even say hello, you are so indifferent, little Manuo."

The scene of last night flashed through my mind like a horse and a flower, and I had to stop, a little embarrassed.The purple-haired mermaid has imitated Bjorn's way of addressing me by ten percent. It is different from Veliga's youthful voice. As an adult mermaid, his voice is deep and magnetic. The lower body is too eye-catching, I would probably think this is a noble gentleman.

Seeing me looking at him, the purple-haired mermaid turned her head and smiled at me lightly. There was no unnecessary movement, but it reminded me of his blatant winking eyes.Although he has a mature and flirtatious appearance, he is really manly when he bows his head and smokes a cigar. He looks so indifferent at this moment, it is hard for me to overlap him with the charming shadow that lingered under Bjorn last night. Together.

"……Good morning."

I hesitated to say hello, and my eyes fell on the cigar between his fingers.This brand of cigars is a rare specialty of Cape Isan. The carefully selected tobacco leaves are extremely valuable and the fermentation process is also quite demanding. As a cigar collector, Bjorn usually does not want to smoke more. He only celebrated my birthday last month. At this time, he reluctantly gave me one; at this time, his lover was smoking it casually, as if he was smoking a two-yuan-a-pack of menthol cigarettes in my hometown in the country.

It seemed that Bjorn really liked him.

"Good morning."

Maybe he noticed my bitter and sour gaze, he exhaled a puff of smoke ring, passed the cigar in front of me clearly, and asked very generously: "Would you like to try it?"

The mellow spice and light honey smell permeated between the two of them, and I was a little ready to move. Looking at the still wet end, my eyes fell on his rosy lips again, and I was entangled for a while.If the other sailors on this ship shared some food with me, I wouldn't think about it at all, but a mermaid in rut suddenly invited me to taste the cigars he had smoked, which was very arousing.

Having said that, he doesn't seem to have any provocative intentions, and his eyes are very sincere. This moment of hesitation seems to be a big man like me.Just when I finally made up my mind and stretched out my hand to pick up the cigar, he hooked his hand around my fingers and picked it up again to take a puff.

I stood where I was for a while, before realizing dully that he seemed to be teasing me.

The purple-haired mermaid laughed and coughed, then blew a smoke ring on my liver-colored face, and said meaningfully: "Mano, you are cuter than I imagined."

"you……"

Seeing my stuttering shame and anger, he suddenly straightened up from the railing, raised his hand and threw the nearly burnt cigar into the sea, and lowered his voice playfully, "How was your night last night?"

The light and gentle temperament disappeared, and he flicked his hair, as if emitting that charming and seductive hormone again.He must have seen me leave with Veliga in my arms last night, and probably, like my colleagues, he believed that something had happened to us. After all, few people can resist the temptation of a mermaid.

I took a step back and became angry after thinking about it. I dropped the bucket in my hand and looked at him. "Listen, sir." I tried to keep my tone as calm as possible, looking straight at him and said, "I don't know about mermaids, and I don't want to say anything about the customs of mermaids, but Veliga is still underage. How can you bring him up to participate in this... this..."

It was bright day, and there were already rotating sailors passing by on the deck. I looked up and saw Bjorn sitting on the windlass with his legs crossed, eating sea urchin bread, and suddenly I couldn't continue.The purple-haired mermaid seemed very interested in what I was hesitating to say, then motioned me to get closer as if suppressing a smile, and whispered like telling a story:

"The night before yesterday, the little prince of our tribe went ashore for the first time, and saw a blond young man playing the guitar under the moonlight..."

Before he finished speaking, a silver shadow rushed from the other side of the deck like a bow and arrow, and bumped into his arms.

"Percy, shut up!!"