Chapter 2239 Seeking sorrow and hatred for no reason, sometimes as stupid as crazy
The heavy rain washed the deck with sea water, the smell of rum mixed with blood, the cracked mast creaked, and the annoying monkey squatted on the top.
Will Turner replaced Davy Jones and became the new captain of the "Flying Dutchman". He can go ashore once every ten years and reunite with his lover Elizabeth for a day... The woman sitting quietly by the window casually
Turn off the TV and pick up a piece of brown wax thread again.
The morning light penetrates the mist, awakening the water droplets attached to the glass, refracting into colorful colors; the melted cheese meanders on the plate, passing by the sausage, bypassing the fried egg, and finally lingering with the coffee in the mouth.
The sea breeze blowing from Puddy Sound is damp and cold, and the hymns of St. Mary's Church can be clearly heard. The leather goods customized by the guests are carefully wrapped, and the unique fire paint marks are still warm. The wind chimes hanging on the porch make a few crisp sounds.
, the woman’s face was instantly filled with warmth and solicitude.
The two best friends clasped their hands, and their laughter from time to time attracted passers-by's glances. The owner of the fruit shop opposite was playing with berries, the restaurant not far away was cooking snow partridge, the flower shop on the corner had a pleasant fragrance, and the wild cats on the roof
My heart felt lazy. The cold street seemed to be getting warmer, but the sound of the phone in the woman's hand disturbed the picture.
How many people look up at the Milky Way at midnight? How many people have seen huge waves at night? How many people can fall asleep on the polar ocean? How many people dare to face hurricanes and smile at glaciers?
As a sailor, a man chooses freedom, but at the same time he is bound by his lover. Every separation is for the sake of meeting each other better, and every drop of evaporated sweat is a kind of male romance. Although the commission is still generous,
That is also the hard-earned money after risking one's life. Therefore, unless in an area where the signal is missing, a man will never choose to convey his thoughts through a satellite phone.
Lying on a bed that was like a flat box, even though there were iron bars around it, there was still a risk of the body being thrown from the bed to the ground on a windy and rainy night like this.
The man simply turned over and sat up. After getting used to the discomfort of rolling and tilting for a while, he put on his clothes and walked out of the hatch. The entire aisle seemed to be always wet, and he didn't know whether it was soaked by the rain outside or by the men.
stained by sweat.
The fishy smell still lingers on the dirty work clothes, and the cold plastic shoes make it difficult to walk. The lights in the captain's cabin have long been extinguished, and the electronic lock on the kitchen door is beating blue.
The rest time for seafarers is precious and short. Some choose to recuperate their physical strength, while others choose to soothe their spirits. The man came to the lounge, and after some pleasantries, he took out his satellite phone and dialed the number that was deeply rooted in his bones.
Bergen is a city with an eccentric temperament. One minute the sky is clear and clear, and the next second it is covered with clouds. Therefore, "Rainy City" is its most appropriate label.
The woman who was chatting with her friend was suddenly interrupted by an incoming call. After scanning the number, she gestured to her friend to talk another day and quickly pressed the connect button. A familiar voice reached her ears, and the woman held back tears.
, care about everything about the other person.
The man who was smoking in the lounge said yes again and again, and after asking some questions, he whispered about his love. His partner who was about to step forward to tease him stared back, but he couldn't finish his love words.
The bruises on the feet were described as accidentally kicked on the threshold, the scratches on the legs were beautified as fleas running around, the redness and swelling on the arms were disguised as exercise, and the huge dark circles under the eyes were all caused by worrying about the lover.
The woman listened to these "nonsense" in silence, her tears falling to the ground uncontrollably. Ten minutes later, the phone fell into blind tone again, and the entire leather shop fell silent for an instant.
The time had reached noon, and the woman sighed, got up and walked out of the store. The drizzle hit her face, which made her feel less clear and more relieved.
The man put away the phone, chatted with his friends for a while, and then turned around and returned to the room. Occasionally, a few laughs and curses sounded outside the ajar door. His roommates had already fallen asleep soundly. The storm outside the window was still fierce, and the fishing nets under the water were unknown.
Full or not. Every stormy day is a disaster because it determines everyone's commission.
The woman walked towards the old market street in the west of the city, where many wooden buildings from the mid-19th century still remain. The quaint avenues, lively squares, moss-covered stone paths, and even the interiors of many buildings still retain their original appearance.
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The wooden low houses standing side by side are brightly colored, with orange and white pieces of cod and herring staggered. Tourists on the pier are crowded shoulder to shoulder, and women walking in the residential area walk slowly.
At some point, a red sun peeked out of the sea level. After washing up, the man braved the wind and waves to go to the bow of the ship to collect the anchor chain. The howling sea wind made the deck extremely dangerous, and the clothes he had just changed were wet again by the rain. The first mate's
The instructions were clear and precise, and the crew members were orderly and not chaotic.
The taste of smoked salmon is traditional and old-fashioned, the combination of reindeer meat and mashed potatoes complement each other's strengths, the earthy and salty wine stimulates the taste buds, and the cherry mousse is the dessert. The European heather outside the window is exquisite and clear, with petals stretching in the wind, and huge elk.
The horns were badly damaged, but the wild aura was still creepy.
The sailors who returned to the inner cabin began to enjoy breakfast, but the delicious seafood was already hard to swallow. Nearly half a year of wandering at sea made them tired and boring, because they did not fish every day, did not wash clothes with sea water, and did not always care about seafood.
If you are full of interest, you cannot travel around the world and chase the moon and the sky.
But the crew is the most innocent group of people, because working on the ship has a lot less intrigues, and there are very few open and secret attacks on land. The living environment of seafarers may be the only unpolluted space in the world. They
Away from the hustle and bustle, away from the intrigues and mutual strife for fame and fortune.
The teasing between each other when we lowered our heads to clean the cabin under the scorching sun, the deep brotherhood when sweating like rain on the deck and knocking rust, and the girlfriend or wife and children who were far away from home, and the evil-faced mountain demon elf.
Although seafarers may quickly accumulate negative emotions in such an environment, coupled with the lack of people to talk to, so over time, this endless silence can make people think wildly and even feel confused about life.
In fact, the difference between a ship and a prison is that one will sink and the other will not. How many people living inland often complain about poor work, bad luck, or even boring vacation trips.
But if these people are allowed to stay away from the bustling city and stay on the boat most of the year, with only the sea as their company and complaints to the sea all day long, maybe then they will be able to appreciate what they have now.
How comfortable it is to work.
The famous writer Ian McEwan once wrote in "First Love, Last Rites": "I buried half my face in the grass, which I had just cut an hour ago, and I could smell the grass underneath.
The smell of cool earth. A breeze blew from the riverside, and the mid-afternoon sun touched my back. The laughter patted me gently, like an object, and it felt different in my heart. The laughter stopped, and I could only hear the breeze stirring my lips.
Comic book, Alice is crying somewhere upstairs, and a sense of summer heaviness permeates the garden."
The cold wind blew away the blood-deficient snowflakes, and the mixed-blood demon Bawa Bawa sighed and closed a book that did not belong to this world.
"You can definitely go back to where you once lived. No matter how many plane journeys you embark on, this is not only your last wish, but also my expectation."
"It's boring, so let's go join in the fun. After all, Boom and his friends are our friends, and they have a good reputation, right?"
After saying this, the antelope knight Nilielle was the first to burst out with an extremely terrifying aura, and the power of natural psychic energy soared into the sky, causing the Beiqin Sea to surge into raging waves.
"What nonsense are you talking about? When will I need a little girl like you to worry about? You'd better take care of yourself and don't lose your memory again."
The mixed-blood demon Bawa Bawa was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then put away the book angrily. Immediately, another terrifying aura shattered the wind and snow, but it was different from the natural spiritual power. It was actually pure
The power of chaos.
Laughter mixed with the wind and snow drifted into the distance. It seemed that this was the most real look of the five people. Rather than looking forward and backward, they preferred to join in the fun.
As for the antelope knight Nilielle and the mixed-blood demon Bawa Bawa, they naturally prefer the civilized world rather than living like living like hair and drinking blood.