Twenty thousand leagues under the sea doujinshi

[-]. The captain in Anka's eyes

I lifted my face from the pillow and looked at my watch, it was 04:30 in the morning.well!Ever since I kowtowed, I have suffered from some neurasthenia. No matter how tired I am during the day, I can't sleep well at night. Dreams come one after another, and I don't feel peaceful for a moment.

I buried my head in the pillow again, trying to induce sleepiness.

"gentlemen."

Someone called me softly.

Is it already daylight?I opened my eyes, and Anka was lying beside my pillow, her palms resting on her chin, her face was at the same height as my pillow, and she was looking at me for a moment.

I woke up suddenly, and quickly wrapped the quilt: "Why did you come in, where is Conseil?"

Well, I dreamed of Anka again, and I knew it was a dream. I watched myself frantically adjusting my pajamas like a spectator.

Anka likes to cling to me, from morning to night, she follows me wherever I go, and she stays quietly by the side when I work.I knew it was the fledgling effect, she felt safe around me.It was early spring when we met her, but now it’s summer, and the pajamas and sheets have been changed to thinner ones. I am embarrassed by the physiological phenomena that some men should have in the morning.

I called to Conseil to lead Anka out of the room, and she looked confused and aggrieved.

Conseil understood me very well. When I got dressed and came out, I saw that he was still making three chapters with her.Later, Anka also knew that I shouldn't invade my personal space at will. She didn't bother me when I got up and went to bed, so we got along much more harmoniously.

This rule was on the Nautilus, and she had always followed it.Because her cabin is in the captain's room, she carefully avoids infringing on Captain Nemo's private space. For example, she will go back to her room first at night, and she will wait for Captain Nemo to leave before coming out in the morning—— This is what I found by accident too.

One morning, it was almost eight o'clock, and Anka was late.Conseil smiled and said, "Are you stuck in bed? Little lazy cat."

Anka pursed her lips with an unhappy expression. She sat beside me, lowered her head and rolled her skirt back and forth with her hands, and her whole body was shrouded in low air pressure.

I was a little worried, lest she would have friction with Captain Nemo, and was about to ask what happened, Nedland said: "I saved a meal for you! There is mango cheese for dessert!"

The girl's eyes lit up instantly, and with a wave from Netherland she followed him away.I knew instantly that she might just be upset because she missed breakfast.

Half an hour later, the two returned to the hall happily. Ned Land seemed to have had another meal, and he belched heavily.

This time, when Anka sat beside me, her expression was completely different from that of the morning, her smile was as dazzling as the newborn sun.

So I asked her, "Did you go to bed too late last night?"

She shook her head, hugged my arm, and leaned against me affectionately.

Nedland said: "What's wrong with lying in bed occasionally! It's a pity that I don't feel like the sun is drying my butt!"

Anka took one look at me, said suddenly, "Because he's stuck in bed!" and buried his face in my arms, giggling.

I froze for three seconds before I realized who the "he" was referring to.

We gathered around her to confirm as if we had received a piece of news: "Do you mean that Captain Nemo got up late?"

Anka didn't answer, just kept laughing.

However, it should be pointed out that Captain Nemo's work and rest are actually not so regular. His long-term life under the sea made him not obsessed with day and night. He sometimes went for a walk in the sea in the middle of the night, and sometimes only let the boat surface at noon. surface, followed by a full day of snorkeling in the water.

Because they were in the same room, Captain Nemo in Anka's eyes was less mysterious and more human.For example, he doesn't snore and occasionally oversleep.Sometimes when I didn't see the captain for weeks, I would ask Anka what the captain was doing.

She replied, "Writing and arithmetic."

Her short and concise sentences really made people laugh. From Anka's point of view, the captain's writing work was nothing more than these two types.

Then the dream dissipated and I woke up with a smile on my lips.

"Sir, did you have a good dream?" Conseil saw that I was awake, so he came to serve me.

"Not really, I always dream about things from the past recently." I replied.

"I think this amnesia is terrible," Counseil said. "It makes us sleepless."

I looked at him and found that there was a shadow on the young man's lower eyelids, and he didn't seem to have slept well. How do you say that, it's connected with fate.

As we dressed, we went downstairs to breakfast, when a waiter brought me an invitation from Mr. Herbert.When I told Conseil what happened last night, he too was shocked.

"Maybe, Captain Nemo's social circle is wider than we imagined."

I almost spit out my coffee, but after thinking about it, I think it makes sense. So far, the land people who have contacted Captain Nemo include Greeks, Indians, and Americans. Look, this is not just a transnational exchange, but Across continents!