Sleep in the Caribbean

Seeing his smiling eyes as always and the action of him holding my bracelet and putting it to his mouth and kissing it.

"Goodbye, MYBLACKPEARL..."

Subsequently.

My back was pumped to the surface.

Please wake me up.

When the chaos of the sea surrounds me, I just hope it's all a nightmare.

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[Interlude=Extra]Sleepwalking in the Caribbean -- A Forgotten Thing (short story) When I open my eyes, I don't know where I am.

A familiar and strange feeling made me very tired, but in the blank thinking, I still supported myself and sat up.

Perhaps this is the instinct of survival.

Sitting next to me was a woman and several men in sailor suits, one of whom was still wet, all surrounding me with concern.

"You're awake, poor child, wipe off, don't catch a cold." The kind woman handed me a towel, and I realized that I was also soaked, as if I had just been scooped out of the water .

"This is not a place for children." The equally soaked sailor warned me in a deep low voice, "Go home."

It seems that this person saved me, and I fell into the water for some reason.

But here comes the problem, my mind is blank.

"Go home...?" I replied dully, but found that my voice was immature and slender.

How old am I?who I am?Where is the house?

The barrage of questions overwhelmed me and my head started to hurt.

The woman beside me looked at me nervously: "Son, don't you remember home?"

"...En." I thought to no avail, so I could only answer helplessly.

"Has any of you seen her?"

"No."

"When I found her, she suddenly appeared in the water."

These well-meaning people asked around for my origin, but obviously none of them knew my identity.

So I was taken away by that kind woman.

When I stood up, I found myself wearing an unisex dress, but obviously not mine, it was too big.

And the strange peacekeeping feeling when I got up made me sit back on the ground.

I found that I didn't adapt to my hands and feet, as if that wasn't the length I should have.

I studied my arm blankly, and then was hugged by the woman with a smile.

"Hehe, you are so cute, you look like a kitten." She nodded my nose, looking intimate and loving.

She's a nice person, and I like the smell of her soap, her mother's smell.

And I, just an unfortunate child, amazed at how high off the ground I was picked up.

This woman took me in.

Her husband was a sailor, and the family lived in a shack by the sea.

I was surprised to find that there was no one else in her house except her and a baby.

She said a lot to me, and I just nodded dumbly.

All I remember is that her husband was away at sea for a long time, and that her last name was White.

Everything seemed too sudden, and I was weak and had to accept it.

"It's my son's dress. His father made it just for him."

Mrs. White took out a small sailor uniform for me, looked at me with some sadness, and put it on for me.

"It's so suitable, child, look how handsome you look!" She smiled honestly, and took me to the mirror.

And I saw tears in her eyes.

Only then did I see myself clearly. I looked about ten years old, and my black hair, which was neither long nor short, was fluffy on the top of my head. Now they were playfully raised in various places, and Mrs. White stroked me gently, He brought a small military cap and put it on for me.

I don't look as sharp-cut as Mrs. White. I have yellowish skin but black eyes, and my face is surprisingly pale. I look delicate and fragile.

Perhaps it was this that made Mrs. White so fond of me.

And the white and blue stripes of the sailor suit on my body really make me look a lot more energetic.

"I once had a china doll. You look stunning, child." Mrs. White said softly, close to me. "You can stay with me if you want. I lost my son." , he is about your age..." She hugged me, and I heard the whimper in her voice.

I reminded her of her son.

I suddenly felt a little sad, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out my arms to hold her in the same way: "I'm sorry, ma'am," I stroked her back to comfort her, "You are a good person, I think I can replace your son for you." Share something, if I can."

So I stayed with the Whites,

Run errands for Mrs. White, do some housework, and sometimes babysit her new baby.

She is not yet one year old, she is a beautiful baby girl with big eyes, fluffy and soft hair is my favorite.

Although I am also a child, I often hold her unsteadily, but I still like to hold her and make her laugh. When I am with the White family, I feel that we are like a real family.

It was a simple but happy time.

But the ordinary days did not last long. One day, Mrs. White handed me a long gun and asked me to hand it to my husband who was about to land.

"Why don't you go by yourself? You haven't seen each other for a long time, haven't you?" I asked her out of curiosity.

And she looked very painful: "No, child, he didn't come home, he also set sail to fight those damned pirates..."

I couldn't bear to see her cry, so I quickly comforted her, and she patted me: "I don't have the courage to meet him and die..."

"No, ma'am, your husband will definitely come back safely." Then I put my gun on my back, gave Mrs. White a firm look, "Don't worry." Then I ran out of the house.

All the way to the pier, there are indeed several warships gradually docking there, which looks very imposing.

Just as I approached the pier to inquire about Mr. White's boat.

"TAKECARE!" I was startled by something falling from a nearby tree. He yelled "Careful", but it was about to fall on my head.

I froze there in surprise, but the black figure nimbly climbed up a certain branch in mid-air, but unfortunately the branch was too fragile to withstand his weight, so he still fell, but deviated from the original route, straight fell beside me.

When he fell down, I heard the dangling sound of all the accessories on his head, saw his messy hair and his posture struggling to get up, the most important thing was the raised orchid finger, I thought it was a woman.

But when I saw his face clearly, I knew I was wrong.

I was stunned again.

It was a bronze-skinned young man, who looked very young but had dark circles under his eyes that did not match his appearance.Some fine stubble and exaggerated attire make him look scruffy, but still can't hide his thin and beautiful face.

Now he's rubbing where he landed—his butt—with a contorted face, a frown and a nice curve of eyelashes looking down.

There was an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy in my heart, which made my heart warm.

I still stood there in a daze, blinking my eyes at this strangely dressed stranger, I just didn't know.

Maybe I should give him a hand, I figured.

But he was the first to comfort me: "Oh POPPET, did you hurt me?" He sat cross-legged on the ground, but was still as tall as me, and he reached out and gently took a leaf that touched my head, Then he grinned cheerfully, his voice was low and gorgeous, which sounded reassuring.

But the gold teeth in his mouth are dazzling enough, but I don't seem to be surprised.

This strong sense of familiarity in my heart made me ask him unconsciously.

"Are you my father?"

"Oh." Looking at his wide-eyed eyes and exaggerated expression of disbelief, I knew I was asking too abruptly.But after analyzing my identity and the sense of familiarity, I naturally asked the first question I thought of as a child.

"Oh no no no," he shook his head repeatedly, "I can't give birth to a beautiful girl your age."

That's right, he looked like he was only in his early twenties, and I looked like I was at least ten years old. I was a little disappointed, but it didn't rule out that he was someone else.

"HMMMMMMM... not necessarily." But he pursed his mouth, and the sudden change of tone obviously scared us both. He frowned, thinking about something seriously, looking serious.And I looked at him intently.

But he immediately laughed again, "Hahaha, LITTERPET. No matter how ridiculous I am, I wouldn't have done something like that so early." He giggled, pinched my face, "Oh, no I should tell you this."

Although I didn't understand all of his words, I understood that he was just teasing me, and I was a little annoyed.

"You shouldn't be asking for Dad everywhere, POPPET. Oh~ what's this?"

He stretched his face and looked sideways at the gun on my back. Obviously he didn't know what it was. I found that his tone of voice was always exaggerated, full of childlike fun.

Well I'm a kid too.

"...I gave my dad a gun..." After thinking for a while, I gave him this answer.

He pursed his lips: "Then you shouldn't...!"

But before he finished speaking, his exaggerated expression suddenly became serious, as if he had sensed something, he hugged me, hid behind the tree, and protected me tightly.

I smelled the faint smell of sea breeze and wine on his body.

Then, a shell exploded not far from us.