Looking for the lost ship girl

The small island in the south is surrounded by clean white sand, clear water and lush woods. There are no factories or travelers here, and the most pristine and beautiful scenery is still preserved.

There is a small town on the island. The town is built along the mountains. It has tall and short houses with white walls and red tiles. From a distance, it gives people a layered feeling, like a tourist town.

In fact, the local mayor has thought about drastic reforms and wants to develop the place into a tourist town. However, the residents of the small town really don't have much ambition and fighting spirit. There are only three barbecue restaurants, only two bakeries, and few restaurants in the town. Most people inherit the business from their fathers. A fisherman stays a fisherman all his life, and a baker stays a bakery all his life. Not to mention those, even those who come here occasionally are driven away by the smell of fish and rotten fermented fruits on the pier before they are attracted by the beautiful scenery around them.

Everyone in the town is self-sufficient and has no intention of communicating with the outside world. It took a long time before a ship docked at the dock, bringing spices, cigarettes or various daily necessities.

The pier was full of fishing boats undulating with the sea breeze. It was just evening, and the orange sunshine was shining on the pier, and the fishermen were returning home with their loads. A big fish was thrown on the pier, and a man opened up the big fish with a knife. As the sharp blade cut through the skin and flesh, the internal organs fell out.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, little girl."

The middle-aged fisherman, who was barefoot and holding a knife in one hand, waved to the girl standing next to him.

However, the girl in black just took two steps back. She seemed a little indifferent to the bored tone of the middle-aged fisherman. She carried two bags of things and carefully avoided the blood on the ground and said: "Ha, you don't recognize me. .”

The town is not big, and almost all the people in the town know each other. Although the girl in black looks beautiful, her appearance is not too familiar, but her tone is familiar. There was no rush to kill the fish. The middle-aged man frowned. The girl in black had a smile on her face that made people more familiar. After a while, she said: "You are..."

The girl in black laughed and said, "Someone was floating on the sea holding a wooden board, and I rescued him."

The middle-aged fisherman remembered that he had met a deep-sea ship girl at sea before. He jumped off his fishing boat before the enemy's gunfire hit, and swam away from the fishing boat. The fishing boat was blown to pieces by the gunfire. The deep-sea ship girl didn't have much interest in the fishermen who dived into the sea. He finally escaped by chance. He held the only broken plank of the fishing boat and tried to swim to the shore. Then he met a ship girl wearing a nun's outfit. …

The life-saving grace was unforgettable, but forgetting his name in just one year would be a terrible person. The middle-aged fisherman showed an expression of joy on his face and said, "York."

The other party is a nun from the Hilltop Church. In fact, the residents of the town know that almost all the people in the Hilltop Church are ship girls. The people who usually go there are also admirals and shipgirls, and admirals and shipgirls are both big shots. Although all of those girls are quite kind and will even help suppress them when necessary, those deep-sea ship girls who appear near the island are like the protectors of the town.

The nuns at the church don't like to appear in the town very much, but there is only one girl who likes to wander around the town and doesn't even mind sitting on the roadside and chatting with people. Or standing on the dock watching people kill fish, and likes to discuss fish schools and ocean currents with others. She is not afraid of fishing boats, but as a ship girl, she is afraid of speedboats. That is a ship girl called York.

However, a year ago, the other party suddenly left. Later, I asked for information and said that I felt it was too boring here. It’s understandable for those who have gone out to make a living, but for the locals, they are still in the stage of worrying about their livelihood every day, and they are quite content to take some time off and bask in the sun once in a while.

The middle-aged fisherman looked at the other party and nodded, and asked, "Didn't you leave?"

"I left before, but now I'm back."

"It's better to walk around here."

York laughed noncommittally and just went out for a walk. Now he felt that this place was really terrible. He slandered in his heart, what's so good about this place? If his sister hadn't been here, he wouldn't have come back at all.

Of course, he would not say what he was thinking. York said: "I came back this time to find my sister."

"Your sister, what is her name?"

"Exeter."

"That's the name."

The middle-aged fisherman thought of Exeter and remembered that he had long pink hair and a gentle and tolerant personality. He always followed York in the past. After York left, I rarely saw anyone going down the mountain.

"I never saw her."

"She has a very boring personality."

Saying this, York raised the bag in his hand and said, "You want to taste it? I brought it back from outside."

The middle-aged fisherman spread his hands, and his hands were covered with blood.

"That's right, there's nothing we can do about it."

York waved to the middle-aged fisherman and left, holding the gifts she brought back from outside in both hands. I lived here for a long time, and I left only when I couldn't bear the harsh life. After being away for a long time, everything was as usual when I came back. What it was like before is what it is like now. There are still people burning incense at the big tree that requires several people to hug each other. The family next to the clock shop always hangs fishing nets at the door, and the door is full of salted fish.

She looked towards a house on the roadside. The big yellow dog locked at the door just barked. It seemed that something was wrong, and it immediately shrank into the corner. York thought to himself that the dog seemed to recognize him. In the past, it was quite fierce, always barking at me, but later I kicked it twice, and it never barked again after seeing me again. Even now, it still recognizes me when I see it.

I raised my head and saw the girl wearing a scarf and an apron on the balcony of the roadside house. I thought to myself, I haven't seen her for a year and she is already married.

Walking everywhere in the town, she had a cheerful personality and stretched out her hand to say hello to people passing by. Then I walked out from the pier and saw a long staircase. I climbed up the steps and was surrounded by a familiar environment.

It didn't take long to walk to the church on the top of the mountain, pass through the circular square paved with stone bricks, pass by the fountain pool, flick a coin in, and drive away a large group of white pigeons. I could already see the white color. of church.

Walking through the garden outside the church, she already hesitated in her movements. I've been out for a long time, and I'm really afraid of the scolding look from my sister when I come back. After all, it's so irresponsible, and there's been no news at all for so long.

York ran his hands through his long hair and put away his earrings to make himself look more like a nun. Then he took a deep breath, put his palm on the church door, and spent a lot of effort before making up his mind to push it open.

…

Inside the church, there are colorful flower windows. Painted in sky blue and decorated with gold fleur-de-lys patterns. The small round window with empty rose petals is delicate and elegant. There are black and white marble floors on the ground, tall columns, and circular vaults. This is inside a hall. The entire hall gives people a sense of solemnity and salvation, but in this place, which is the most suitable place for prayer, a violent beating scene is being staged.

A girl held up a book and hit another girl on the head. The movements in her hands were not gentle, and she obviously wanted to beat the person to death. People who don't know about it might think of bullying, but people who know about it know that this is just a matter of deep love and responsibility.

Anyway, no matter what, a book can't kill the ship girl, or even hurt her.

The girl who hit the person had a distressed expression on her face. She hit the other girl on the head with a book as thick as a dictionary and wrapped in cowhide with both hands. She hit the girl once and said, "I want you to have the face of a human and the heart of an animal. I want you to report it to the military police." Team, I want you to strip him of his admiral status..."

"Nothing has been done yet. Who doesn't have any dirty thoughts? As long as nothing is done, it doesn't matter. Even if it is done, the gendarmerie will naturally handle it. Everyone has their own division of labor, and our main role is to listen. We are not the eyes and ears of the gendarmerie. Even if something dirty happens, we can persuade him to surrender, but we cannot take the initiative to report..."

"I'm just asking you casually, you idiot. I remember I told you when you first came here. In our line of work, the most taboo thing is to reveal what you know. That would be disrespectful to yourself. Responsibility means being irresponsible to others. People come to us only if they can be trusted..."

After being beaten for a long time, she finally got a chance to talk back. The girl who was beaten said: "I won't tell others, but you are my senior, what's the big deal if I tell you...and you You asked me yourself.”

"Don't say that I am your senior. Even if I am your father and mother, you can't tell me. If I ask you, you just say, I want you to die, do you want to die? How can I accept you like this? What an idiot! If word of this spreads out, our church will still be like this in the future."

"Senior Leah will definitely not spread the word." She crouched down defensively with her head in her arms, a pitiful expression on her face, and her big eyes filled with tears.

"Don't act coquettishly towards me. This is a rule. No matter whether others will pass it on or not, the rule is that you can't pass it on." The girl named Leah-senpai seemed to have some serious words, "You are such an idiot. You should go if you are so powerful. Become a mercenary, or join any garrison. Is it fun to come here and cause harm to people? Don't look at others laughing and joking, but when it comes to business, they will never be ambiguous. Go and ask, those little Nizi’s mouth is very tight..."

Leah said, and at this moment, there was a sudden sound of squeaking.

It was afternoon, and in order to teach the idiots under his command a lesson, the churches were closed. Who is pushing the door? No knocking, no courtesy at all.

Leah turned her head and saw a person standing at the door with his back to the sun. The whole person looked a little dark, and then she heard a familiar voice.

"Where did Senior Leah find a new person? He is still a new person, and he scolded him so harshly that he almost shed tears."

Seeing who was coming, Leah finally decided to let the girl next to her go. She squinted at the person at the door. Although she hadn't seen him for a long time, she could still think of him immediately. She said, "York, are you back?"

"Um."

"You haven't been back for so long, but you look happy?"

“I’m very happy because I did something meaningful.”

"Come back to your sister Exeter?"

"Um."

"You can leave, your sister was taken away."