The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

The dark sky was about to light up again, Angus swam ashore, the tail of the fish was annihilated into ashes, he crossed his legs and looked at the person who fell not far away.

Breathing weak, unconscious, covered in blood, bruises, fractures, tears.

Angus fiddled with his hair and looked up at the sky.

The third star under the Polaris, the half-way tribe buried by him in the bottom of the sea after death, the wild hunting wind and the dark storm when the first mourning song was sung.

Can't beat the prey that is still rushing up.

There seems to be too much to remember in his life.

Closing his eyes, Angus opened his mouth.

The melancholy tone of Yin Oh sounded, sad and melancholy, like a whine or a temptation.

Vulnerable and lonely.

"Crack——"

There was a sudden thunder, and the sky was bright and empty. Gulls hurried past, and their long chirping pierced the sky.

The pitch suddenly became high, Angus looked at the sky, and the frequency of vocal cord vibration increased again.

The sea began to rush, and the waves rolled, as if they were angry or in pain.

Seeing the rolling clouds and the approaching thunder, Angus suddenly shut his mouth.

Elegy... In the very beginning, why was it sung?

Before the clouds and thunder had dissipated, the wind started to blow up, but it lost its stamina.Angus patted his blown hair and looked back at the humans behind him.

Stupid.

His whole body was hurting, Steve remembered what he was doing before he passed out, jumped up suddenly, and then grinned and clutched his stomach tightly, it hurt so much.

Taking a few breaths, he lifted the blanket covering him and looked at his stomach.

As soon as the hand touched it, it hurt.

A patch of blood seeped out, and Steve frowned tightly, tracing the shape of the edge of the wound.

bite marks.

"Oh, you're awake." A hoarse and muddy voice sounded, as if there was phlegm in the throat.The accent is heavy, like someone from the east.

Steve looked at the bearded man in front of him, and couldn't react.

This is a human...?

people! ?

"Stupid?" The visitor patted him on the shoulder with a fishy smell all over his body.

Steve opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.He finally noticed the burlap blanket covering himself, and the rickety feeling, like a boat.

Raising his hand to press his head, he said hesitantly, "I..."

"Don't worry too much, it's just a few bites, you are a tough bone, I can tell. We have two and a half days to go to shore, and we have great doctors there." He took out a bottle of wine, unscrewed the cap, gurgled a few mouthfuls, and let out a haha.

Wiping his mouth, he looked Steve up and down, showing some irony: "I don't think you need to worry about medical bills, haha."

"..." Steve's mind was still stuck in the time when he was fighting with the mermaid before, and he couldn't react to the sudden opening of his yellow tongue, "I..."

"Why am I here?"

"You're lucky. When we were returning to the voyage, we deliberately cast a net once, and you happened to be caught by a fishing net." Another person came in at the door, thin, yellow-haired, with an unusually pale face and light-colored pockmarks on his nose.

"...fishing net?" Steve couldn't help repeating.

"Yes, we thought you were dead. But you are still hot, and you are still discussing who will give you artificial respiration, and found that you didn't drink any water at all." Huang Mao leaned on the small table in the cabin , pouted.

"What was it that dragged you into the water?"

Steve opened his mouth and spoke stiffly: "...I'm not sure either..."

"More than a month ago, it was said that some victims were sent over by dolphins on our waterway. Didn't you fall down by dolphins?" The drinker joked.

"The person sent up by the dolphin?" Steve turned his head sharply.

"Yes, we were unlucky and didn't receive it. But those who did receive a large amount of thank you money." Huang Mao showed a regretful expression, "If you were left behind, we might be able to earn a lot of money." a sum."

A thread gradually came out of Steve's confused mind: "...It was Stark who gave you the money?"

"... I don't know if Stark is a SK or something, but he is indeed a rich boss." Huang Mao shook his head.

The bearded man clapped his hands on his legs: "You can't really be left behind, can you?"

After finishing speaking, he refuted himself again: "No, over there, they fished in troubled waters and sent a few people before, but it turned out that they had found all of them, and there was nothing missing."

Steve put his hand on his leg and licked his lips: "...Well, I probably am not."

It could be worth more, too, probably.

With all the mess in his mind, Steve swallowed: "Anyway, thank you for saving me."

"A lot of people died in this sea, if one less person, we can fish more comfortably." The bearded man waved his hand and turned to leave.

Huangmao looked at Steve: "You are really lucky."

Steve laughed a few times, this is really bad.

Even the black bread, but it was food other than fish and shellfish, Steve almost swallowed it with his tongue.

The bearded man gave him some clothes, all of which were rotten. Fishermen on long voyages do not have clean clothes.

The suddenly civilized world seemed like a dream.

His wound was not deep, but something kept preventing him from healing himself.

Maybe it's poison, Steve touched his waist and abdomen, and Steve exhaled.

Why save yourself?And why would you block yourself?And why did you let yourself go...

He couldn't figure out any problem.

The racial divide is too deep.

The day before he went ashore, he was standing on the deck blowing the wind, looking at the light-spotted land line, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a flash of light blue shadow in the sea under the dark sky, and it disappeared in a flash.

After rushing to the stern in a few steps, he looked straight into the sea, and there was nothing left.

Stopping in his tracks, Steve stared at the sea in a daze, and rubbed his temples for a while.

some things……

It might be best to think of it as a dream.

The author has something to say: Angus: You hate me, I don't want you anymore.

Steve:  …

Angus: [stare]

Steve: ...Eat me?

Angus: [Take out the human body diagram] Eat the trapezius muscle!

Steve: ...okay...

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I think I might need to draw a map for you right now [knock on the blackboard

According to the satellite images of Team 1's plane crashing into the sea, Captain Wuli should have made an emergency landing in the Arctic Ocean.

Afterwards, when the continents drifted, they moved northward even more ruthlessly.

Angus dragged the man directly from the Arctic Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean, and then threw him into the waters near Boston.Well, that's about it.

[As a little fool in geography, in order to think about this, I lost a bunch of hair on my head [crying]

Remember Wuli Angus is a fantasy species, there is nothing he can't do!

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The fairy tale is over and ready to welcome a new chapter ~ the fish is about to grow big ~

Believe me, a brief separation is for a better reunion! 【I'm so sweet