[Fantasy] My fish always want to climb the bed

Nolan made an agreement with Funks.

He would not tell anyone but Finks that he could predict disasters at sea.

Although Finx always breaks his promise, Nolan is not such a fish.

He always kept his word.

Stubbornly.

"Oh, Finx, what the hell are you doing? Are we still looking for the polar ice flower?" The dissatisfaction came from the pirate group, and it was quickly echoed.

"That's right……"

"What island, what rest, Finx, is your brain caught by the door?"

In fact, it is no wonder that the pirates were so anxious. Polar ice flowers are rare in the world, and the King of Portugal offered such an attractive high price.Many pirate ships have already started searching, and they have never entered the Arctic Ocean twice.

This is not the style of the Devilman blessed by miracles at all!Not even Finx's!

He should be the man who stood at the bow of the ship with a sword facing the waves, and he should lead them forward under the banner of the black skull.

Finks shouldn't be so lazy and depraved!

"Quiet me!" Algabe shouted standing behind Finks, his voice was thick and intimidating.

Algabe was also surprised by Finks' decision, even a little angry.But he still chose to stand behind Finks, which is what a first officer should do.

"Finks, we need a reason that can convince us." Serena stood on the stairs, her fingers curled around the tips of her hair, and she looked fixedly at Finks, "Otherwise, we won't pass. "

The scene was suddenly quiet, only the sound of fine waves hitting the hull could be heard. Serena's light words were more effective than Al Gabe's loud words.

Nuo Lan stood behind the crowd, holding his hands together, sweating nervously.

He could hear that the sound rolling up from the bottom of the sea was getting heavier and heavier.

He really wanted to rush up and tell everyone the truth and let them run away.

Finks kept staring at him.

There are only two words in his eyes, no.

"Actually, I lied to you just now. We went there not to rest, but to take refuge." Finks looked at the crowded deck.

Hearing this, Nuo Lan almost pierced her palm with her nails, Finks, do you want to break your promise again?

If I break my promise again, I will jump off.

"What's going on?" Serena frowned slightly.

"You all know the crystal ball of Poseidon's prophecy, right?"

Prophecy crystal ball?

Finx's black eyes reflected the bewildered and confused expressions of the pirates, with surprise and doubt written on their faces.

"It's impossible!" Serena frowned, walked down the stairs, and stood at the front of the deck.

"How is it impossible?" Finx looked at her calmly and clearly.

"The prophecy crystal ball has long since disappeared with the disappearance of Jack Jones, the captain of the Scarshark!"

Jack Jones has disappeared for many years, how could the prophecy crystal ball appear here?

There was a faint commotion on the deck, and Finks immediately laughed.

The afterglow of the orange-gold sunset was thinly draped over his body, and there were light spots dancing on his golden hair.Light and shadow painted a rich picture on his body. Finx stepped on the longer and longer shadow, and slowly walked down from the second deck, "Selina, if I say, I found it."

Serena took a step back, her eyes widened, "What did you say?"

The arc of Finxer's mouth became wider and wider. He looked at his sailors and said loudly, "I, Finx Warren, have found the prophecy crystal ball on Poseidon's scepter!"

——More than half a month ago, the cliff east of Garve Harbor

Jack Jones sat on the protruding stone platform and looked at the surging waves under the cliff, recalling his youth.

"I'm old after all." Jack Jones thumped his already half-disabled legs, and after a long period of silence, these words came out.

Finx looked at him, and he felt chills hearing such sad words.But Jack Jones looked disillusioned, neither sad nor happy, as if he was talking about something completely unimportant.

"Oh, Jack..."

Finks didn't know what to say.

After all, he is still very young.

"Finks, have you ever been to Holland? Have you seen the windmills on the beautiful little buildings in the fields? Have you ever drank the water from the windmills? It's so fucking sweet! I've been to so many countries and islands , I have never drank water that is sweeter than that..."

Scattered water finally appeared in Jack Jones' eyes, and his withered hands were tightly clenched together.Finks thought he was crying, but there was not a single tear on his face.

"Have you... thought about going back?"

"Go back?" Old Jack looked at him blankly, and then laughed at himself, "Can I still go back? Impossible! Impossible again! My life is over, ruined, and I can live until now It's a gift from God."

"You didn't think about throwing it away or destroying it?" Finks actually never understood, since old Jack hated this crystal ball so much, why didn't he just chop it up or throw it in a secret place?

Jack Jones laughed out loud, and Funks got goosebumps all over his body.

"I thought! Why didn't I think about it! I tried to throw it back into the sea, but it still appeared next to my pillow when I woke up the next day. I tried to break it, but its hardness can't be cut with a diamond "Jack Jones' face was ashen, like a sailor defeated by the wind and waves, an old man who was about to die, "Finks, don't you understand? This is a curse. I am cursed, and I will never be able to get rid of it, Unless I die!"

The wind howled on the stone wall, tearing the linen clothes on his body like sharp knives.Old Jack's gray hair was messed up by the wind dance, and he was lonely in his dying years. Finx slowly squatted down along the wall.

Maybe it's retribution.

They were pirates, and Jack Jones had the audacity to steal Neptune's Orb, and perhaps deserved it.But... this kind of curse and punishment may not be too tragic.

Finx Warren would rather die under Atlantic fire than huddle in a damp, mossy cave.

"I snatched it from the scepter of God, Finx, you don't have to grieve for me, I deserve it all. My friend, I'm glad you remembered to visit me."

Finx Warren was the last bit of color in old Jack's black and white life, and he didn't want him to be burdened by himself.

"You go, remember to sell that fish, or throw it away, it doesn't matter!"

Jack Jones said good-bye to him and sat watching the sunset in the fading sunlight.

The coldness on his neck made his already weakened muscles tense for a moment, and there was a little pain.

Maybe there's blood.

"You're back again?"

"Jack Jones, hand over the prophecy crystal ball."

"Oh, Finks, what tricks are you playing again? The crystal ball is not a good thing. Besides, I can't give it to you." Jack Jones was sure that Finks would not kill him, and his tone was still gentle and smooth.If he ignored the cold blade on his neck, he would think he was just chatting with Finx even more.