【Boom Out】Mermaid

This is a big ship that is very different from the 17th ship that sailed before. From the towering statue of the goddess at the bow to the fence wrapped with steel plates carefully crafted by blacksmiths at the stern, it clearly symbolizes this. It is the last hope built by the entire town's financial, material and manpower. Green Valley still remembers the day when the big ship was about to set sail, half of the town's ham and wine were emptied, and the young captain was wearing a close-fitting double-breasted shirt. The soft leather armor suppressed the flying horse mane and feathers on the wide brim of the hat. It looked too high-spirited, not like a captain who was going to catch fish, but like a flamboyant knight in the palace who was hanging out with half-breasted maids .

The ship sailing under the spotlight has a tacky and pathetic name - Dawn Dawn.

The people in the boat poured out the fine wine stored in the wooden barrels and toasted each other. Their drunken faces showed no fear and panic of being missing for more than half a month. While raising their heads to pour alcohol into their unsatisfactory stomachs, they lay staggeringly on the side of the boat, holding torches and laughingly shining towards the water surface. Occasionally, sparks sprayed from the torches, igniting the wine that wet their beards, but This is an innocuous little accident, and it can't stop them from celebrating happily.

Green Valley followed behind old Charlie without saying a word. He looked at the strange things around him almost vigilantly. The non-stop singing and drinking banquet all night seemed to be the first scene that the children living on the coast saw when they met the ghost ship in the horror stories they heard from childhood.

"Oh, my father!"

The captain wearing riding boots has a face that is too young, and the platinum curly hair piled on his neck makes his outstanding features even more coquettish. When he walked quickly from the deck, he was carried by the wind blowing leather jacket. There was a smell of salty sea, his dark blue eyes looked brightly at old Charlie in front of him, he bowed slightly:

"Father, I didn't expect you to come too!"

Old Charlie smashed the already extinguished pipe with a half-smile: "Bastard, don't you know why I came here?"

Little Charlie was not frightened by the gunpowder-flavored opening remarks of old Charlie. He slightly took off his hat and saluted the embarrassing Green Valley next to him, and then said kindly with a smile:

"Father, is it because we didn't go back? There's a reason for that, and we'll be done with our misfortune soon."

Old Charlie rolled his eyelids boredly, motioning for him to continue. Little Charlie glanced at the nearby Green Valley pointingly. His son, who seemed to be hiding something, stopped Lu Gu's shoulders, which was already bowing his head and preparing to leave, in a disgraceful way, choking loudly:

"Just say anything."

Little Charlie took a deep look at old Charlie. His blue eyes had a dangerous phosphorescence like fish scales. He took off his hat silently, and said in a low voice:

"Since it's the father's request, I hope the child will be mentally prepared. I don't want you to tell what you saw, and I don't want you to scream out when you see it, understand?"

His gaze was focused and deep, revealing an undeniable sense of oppression and threat. For a moment, Green Valley felt strangely thinking that he saw the eyes of the mermaid before, and felt a dying feeling that his soul was being carried out of his body by the voice. Taking a breath, he clenched his fists and regained his senses, and said softly:

"I will, sir."

Little Charlie picked up a small oil lamp that was covered with dirt and hung on the outer wall of the cabin, and he lit a match on the rough fence to light the oil lamp. Lighting up the expression on his face, Lu Gu's back reflexively turned cold the moment he saw his expression. His expression was twisted with excitement and desire suppressed to the extreme, and his voice sounded like a snake uttering a message. Hoarse: "Then come with me."

Green Valley glanced at the torch hanging next to the oil lamp from the corner of his eye. This is obviously a better and brighter lighting method, but Little Charlie chose an oil lamp. The thing that Charlie wanted to show them probably couldn’t see too much light, and it’s best not to see open flames. Lugu subconsciously clenched the cotton and linen fabric on his chest that was not yet dry, and he could touch it through the cotton gauze. The two pieces of fish scales with different shapes inside have a fragile and hard texture like a shell. Green Valley raised his head and looked straight at the back of little Charlie walking into the darkness——

—They caught a mermaid.

They walked through the narrow warehouse full of fishing nets, passed the narrow bed covered with shells, and the small oval windows were left open, letting in the sea breeze and sunlight close to the dawn, and Little Charlie didn't even look back. It was closed expressionlessly, the dawn disappeared, and they walked into the bottomless blackness.

In the black, there is a sea in a glass case. This is a huge glass box. Every side and corner of the box is firmly wrapped with iron sheets and nails. The wooden cover on the top of the box is thick dark reddish brown. With seven or eight copper locks that weighed one kilogram, the entire huge box was repeatedly entwined with an iron cable. It looked like a forbidden treasure that was protected and sealed by countless iron snakes. Little Charlie hung a small lamp on the front of the glass box. on a hook on the opposite side, then cautiously opened his hand and pushed the two of them back, saying:

"Be careful, this guy is very strong."

The visibility in the turbid and deep water in the glass box does not exceed one meter, and the grayish-yellow light of the small oil lamp is only enough to illuminate the floating objects inside. Green Valley saw dark red fish The tail swam across the corner of the light range, graceful and free, and then a slender hand, or webbed, stuck to the glass cover on which the small oil lamp was hung, and then vaguely approached a human face, Green Valley held his breath, he horribly controlled himself not to look sideways at Little Charlie next to him.

Little Charlie's hands were also trembling badly. He tried his best to make an introduction, curled the corners of his mouth in fear, and pointed at the mermaid with platinum-blond curly long hair and blue eyes. Old Charlie smoking his pipe:

"Father, father, we have caught a mermaid, we can bring it back to the lord, we will be fine."

The mermaid sticks to the faint light, it seems to like the light very much, a little kerosene lamp can easily draw it out of the glass cover, and touch the invisible light with a soft expression, it is a perfect exhibition product , its appearance is coquettish and beautiful, there is a tear mole under the slender eyes, when looking at people, there is a kind of innocence and gentleness that does not need to be modified, and the platinum-blond curly long hair has been wrapped around the body and spread to the Where it meets the tail of the fish, it looks like a muse born from the ocean, unconsciously touching the trap set by humans.

It had the same pretty face as Little Charlie.

Old Charlie waved away Little Charlie's hand that stopped him, and limped forward. He stood in front of the glass cover. His old and ugly face and the mermaid's haunting face were separated by a layer of glass. In the two worlds of the two worlds, he showed a smile in a trance. The smile contained a cold irony. On the glass cover, his hands are too ugly, the fingernails and the grooves are full of mud and dust that cannot be washed clean, and the nails are also yellowish brown from the alcohol, and there is no way to stretch them completely to stick to the glass surface. Old Charlie watched the mermaid look down at the hands, and sneered:

"Al, long time no see, Al."

He suddenly raised his voice: "Green Valley, kid, get over here!"

Green Valley ran over in a hurry, and the small glass bottle that was given to him was torn from the neck by old Charlie. Old Charlie flicked off the cork of the bottle with one hand and shook his hand. The hard coral inside The pieces were pieced together by old Charlie shaking his hands, and Green Valley stared at what he managed to piece together with wide eyes - a dark red fish scale that was squeezed so tightly that it deformed.

Green Valley's heart tightened suddenly. After taking a few deep breaths, old Charlie held the fish scales in his hand in front of the mermaid through the glass. Looking away dully, and continuing to fiddle with the non-deformable light, old Charlie mocked with a half-smile:

"What am I expecting, you monster, you don't remember anything, the memory of fish is much shorter than that of humans, you don't remember anything, Al."

"Only me old bastard remembers."

He gritted his teeth and forced the muscles on his face to tremble: "Look, Al, look at you, you are just a caught fish, you will be sent to the palace to be killed by those sons of bitches." The dignitaries peel off their skins to prevent blood loss and eat their meat! You are as heartless as those people!"

He shouted hoarsely: "You deserve it!!"

He straightened his back like a defeated old rooster, cursing hoarsely: "You deserve it!!!!"

Old Charlie threw aside the glass bottle he had worn for decades with a blank face, and the small bottle rolled into the corner with a gurgle. The bottle of wine tremblingly twisted several times but couldn't be opened, and finally smashed to the ground as if venting its anger. The mermaid looked at this human being who got excited for no reason. It really didn't have much interest in such old things. Even if it collapsed and made a fuss like juggling in front of it, it quickly turned its gaze away in boredom, and cast its gaze on the young and beautiful captain, wagging its tail with some interest.

Aging prey no longer appeals to the haughty and fastidious merfolk.

The story of aging is the same as love. Only human beings will linger on the past. Mermaids will not remember how many prey they have had, and that is meaningless to them.

They have long since forgotten.