captain migraine

McGarl spent the morning thinking about "Loneliness and Life", a topic suitable for writing [-] words.

The sun gets hotter the closer the time gets to noon, and another man on board is turning over impatiently for the eighth time as more and more small fish swim in the keg at McGarr's feet.

The big dog thinks that he has been wandering at sea for more than ten years, and he has never felt that a moment is as difficult as it is now-a small wooden boat that is too small to stretch its legs, with broken fishing nets under its head instead of soft silk, There is only a perverted fisherman who sings out of tune and likes to play hands and feet (...), and there is an extremely hot and terrible ghost weather without a sea breeze.

"Tut." Smacking his lips impatiently again, the man finally couldn't bear it and sat up forcefully—he groped and stretched his hand forward, and accurately grasped the bow of the boat who was squatting on the small chair fishing. The man's wrist raised his eyebrows, and commanded domineeringly, "Go back."

With a smile on the corner of McGar's lips, he calmly freed his wrist.He raised his head and looked at the blue sky without a trace of sea breeze. Not far away, a group of seabirds flew over. They seemed to be chasing a large school of fish, and the sea became less calm—seabirds swooped down from time to time. Enters the water, quickly catches a prey and breaks out of the water.

For a while, the sound of swimming fish breaking the water and seabirds chirping became chaotic, and the quiet sea rarely became lively.

"Go to the reef." The young man patted the man's shoulder and gently pushed him back to his original position. McGarr frowned, organized his words, and said as clearly as possible, "Thunderstorm is coming soon!" We can't sail tomorrow."

thunderstorm?The big dog simply suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

Obviously not knowing what McGarr was up to, he sat back on the boat patiently, and felt the boat start to paddle slowly—the oars made a tempting sound of water as they paddled the sea surface, if it wasn't for the injury to the body and eyes It was inconvenient, he wanted to take off his clothes immediately and jump into the sea to cool down... This is really a hell of a weather, the sultry, salty air is steaming up, even rowing the boat can't feel cool at all, the whole Everyone is like being shrouded in a big steamer.

Sweat slid down the man's strong back, and finally sank into the muscle crevice of the lower abdomen.

The boat stopped after moving for a while, and there was an indistinct sound from the bow. Suddenly, a somewhat cold hand attached to the back of his hand.The big dog struggled subconsciously, but he soon realized that there was only him and the perverted fisherman here, so he had no choice but to let him grab his hand and lead it forward. His hand touched a wooden smooth stick, and the big dog After thinking about it, I immediately realized that it was a boat oar.

"Wait here."

The other party spoke ugly and awkward Arabic with a smile.

Before the man curled his lips to express his disdain for this order, suddenly there was the sound of a heavy object falling into the water - the sea water even splashed, and a little bit of water wetted the half of his arm that was holding the oar -

The big dog was stunned, he pursed his lips and listened vigilantly, only heard the sound of rushing water——

A wet hand stretched out from the side and wiped off the water drops on his arm. At the same time, the perverted fisherman's voice sounded very close to him: "Soon, come back."

Seeing the big dog nodding perfunctorily, McGarl smiled with satisfaction, and couldn't help but look at the man again, then leaned out of the sea, quickly grabbed the dagger on the bow and held it in his mouth, turned over beautifully , swimming swiftly towards the rocks like a swimming fish——

It was a group of reefs hidden under the blue sea.There are always some people who come here to collect some shellfish. According to the old sailors, there is a group of coral trees deeper behind the reefs. The coral trees are full of old shellfish for decades or even hundreds of years. When the moon is full, those old shellfish will open their mouths to reveal the priceless huge pearls inside and absorb the essence of the moon. At that time, the sea will be full of jewels, as bright as day.

Unfortunately, this touching story has never been confirmed.

First, the existence of reef groups prevents professional fishing boats from approaching.

Second, there are also legends about mermaids that exist at the same time as the legend of coral groups. These creatures also like to appear on a full moon and dark night, and they also like pearls. When pearls breathe out, they will also gather here. If at this time When a sailor appears, these mermaids will not hesitate to drag the sailor into the deep sea to drown and then mate with him.

There are obviously loopholes in this story, for example: How can people mate when they are dead?

But that's not the point anymore.

because……

There is always no shortage of all kinds of magical stories in the sea ╮(￣▽￣")╭.

When he was about to approach the reefs, McGar finally slowed down his speed. Even though the water quality was good, he still did not dare to go deep into the reefs. Something dangerous sea life is hiding in it.He just moved around in the shallowest and clearest sea water, stepping on the water, squinting slightly on the reef wall, occasionally going forward, using the dagger in his hand to pry the oysters attached to the rock wall.

These cunning creatures, whose appearance is almost exactly like rocks, are well hidden, and their approximate location can only be judged by the string of water bubbles they occasionally breathe-if ​​it is not for the son of old Fante who is so generous with the job of finding oysters Teach him, McGarr really may not be able to handle these crap things that come with garlic for two yuan and five a piece at the night market stalls of the great motherland.

He moved very quickly, and every time he collected an oyster, he immediately threw it into the broken fishing net behind his back.After collecting a dozen or so oysters, the blade of the knife in my hand was already curled up a little.A few cuts were accidentally made on his hand. When the faint blood was scratched in the sea water, apart from the pain of being soaked in sea water, McGarl was also very careful. He seemed to be obsessive-compulsive almost every five seconds. Pay attention to whether there are unidentified marine creatures approaching around you-although this is offshore waters, there are usually small sharks hidden in the reefs.

About 10 minutes later, when McGarr felt that the weight on his back was finally starting to affect his swimming speed, he looked up at the weather, and the sun was shining brightly.Not far away, the small wooden boat turned into a small dot floating in the sea. Thinking that there was someone waiting for him on the boat, McGarl smirked, and stretched out his hand to wipe the salt grains on his face due to the drying of the sea water.

There is a kind of pleasure to develop.

The young man put the knife back in his mouth, kicked lightly on the reef wall, and swam in the direction he came from at his fastest speed.

The big dog heard the sound of the water getting louder, and then, with a bang, put on what seemed to be a small bag of stones.The sound of the perverted fisherman's heavy breathing immediately rang in his ears.

"An extra meal tonight."

said the perverted fisherman, sounding a little excited.

Facing the earnest tone, the man who had heard his ears callused in the past few years was silent for a moment, and according to his general pattern, he made a pertinent evaluation from his superior: "Your physique is very poor." After swimming for a while, he became angry. blow.

"..."

The paddle in his hand was snatched viciously, the big dog let go cooperatively, and raised the corners of his lips.

There was nothing to say on the way home.

……

After handing over the boat to the dock workers who were specially in charge, McGarl stuffed the net bag containing the shellfish into the big dog's wide hand, lifted the bucket full of the sea area he had caught, and firmly held it with his free hand. He grabbed the big dog's wrist and led him cautiously to and fro in the crowded market.

He exchanged a few sea fish for a roll of bandages and some dried herbs, and asked for a lemon from the sailor in the tavern, and then used the few gold coins left to buy some inferior anti-inflammatory drugs from the black merchants. During the transaction, if there is occasional failure to communicate, just push the big dog forward—this guy and himself are a perfect match, he can understand what he wants with just a simple word, and the best thing is that he The Arabic speaks well, SO, don't use it for nothing.

McGarl happily decided to bring his big dog with him whenever he went shopping——

Portable translator wherever you go, awesome, is there any?

When the two of them headed home with a full load of prizes, it was already close to the afternoon, and the sun was getting stronger and stronger. Only when they passed by some shade trees, would their bare skin not be sore from being roasted.However, McGarr hummed the tune-changing song in a good mood all the way, so the hurt dog patiently listened to the ugly song all the way.

When the two finally stepped into their little nest, suddenly, a huge raindrop fell from the sky without warning.

Immediately, as if God kicked over the basin, heavy rain poured down——

Before the big dog had time to be surprised, a huge thunder sounded from the sky.

Outside the door, the sounds of businessmen tidying up their stalls and the sounds of passers-by taking shelter from the rain were jumbled together.

At this time, McGarl put away his things, walked out of the house, and saw the big dog sticking to the door, he was a little puzzled: "What are you squatting there for?"

However, the man by the door remained motionless like a statue.

"Thinking about a dog's life?"

"..."

"Don't get wet." McGarr reached out and tugged at him, "Sick."

This time, the big dog turned around obediently, his eyes were covered by yellow bandages, but for some reason, McGarl felt that the other party was staring at him—a fierce and domineering aura hit his face Come, so heavy that people dare not breathe.

"How do you know there will be a thunderstorm, look at the clouds?"

McGarl spent a little time thinking about what the man meant, and when he finally figured it out, the other party was obviously a little impatient, and the young man pouted, getting used to his bad attitude.After thinking about it, I made a guess based on what was said in the "Hai Dao Jing", one of the compulsory courses in the university in my previous life: Zhan Yunmen, the wind is calm and the wind is calm, and the clouds and thunder must be violent.Occupying Haimen, the birds are fresh and the waves are coming, and the wind and rain will rise.

...The things of the ancestors are so artistic and worthy of showing off, but it's a pity...the vocabulary says: low-key!

So the above is summarized as the standard answer: "No. Birds fly, fish swim, thunderstorms."

"..." The corner of Big Dog's mouth twitched, thinking what the hell is this answer?After thinking about it and not giving up, he asked again, his voice was always low, and he couldn't hear much emotion, "Do you know walruses?"

McGarl froze for a moment, not knowing what this guy was trying to do.So he nodded foolishly, thinking that the big dog couldn't see him, and added honestly: "A little bit."

The big dog seemed a little satisfied and nodded: "People like you are rare, and you are young. If you become a sailor, you can get a lot of gold coins."

It's a pity that McGarl wasn't tempted at all.

After dragging the man into the room and closing the door firmly, the young man's lazy voice sounded——

"I told you, I'm seasick."