The blue sky, the smell of the sea, the mirror-like sea, and a small wooden boat moving slowly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was the third day of the voyage for Shaoan and Marshall Ditch, and the small wooden boat had already left Magnetic Drum Island and was heading west.

Shao'an lay flat on the stern of the boat, resting his head with his hands, closing his eyes and taking a nap, while Marshall D-Tich rowed the oars in the bow and glanced at Shao'an in the stern from time to time.

The three days of the voyage were not smooth, and it can even be said that there were some disasters, and Sauan made a great effort during this period, and now that he was out of danger, Marshall Ditch naturally took on the responsibility of being a captain and shared the work of rowing.

Thoughts began to drift away, and Marshall D-Tich reflected on the ups and downs he had experienced with Shoan in the past few days.

A mischievous little seabird fluttered its wings and landed on the small wooden boat, and it looked around curiously, and saw that Marshall Ditch, who was rowing at the bow, had not paid attention to it.

After bouncing freely on the boat for a while, it became more and more emboldened, and its feet jumped onto one of Shao'an's legs.

Pecking at Shao'an's pants lightly, as if it didn't seem to be interesting, it flapped its wings again, and this time it landed on Shao'an's shoulder.

The tiny fluffy fluff of the seabird's wings drifted into Shao'an's nostrils.

Shaoan sneezed, woke up from a nap, rubbed his nose, and sat up.

The seafowl perched on his shoulder was frightened and flew away, but the curious little creature did not fly far, and circled the little wooden boat in the air for a while, and then landed in the cabin.

Shao An spotted this interesting seabird and spread his palms out in a friendly manner.

The little seabird was a little puzzled, it tilted its head and looked at Shao'an, probably not feeling any hostility from Shao'an, it hesitated for a while, and finally flapped its wings and flew towards Shao'an's palm.

landed on Shao'an's palm, lowered his head and gently pecked Shao'an's palm, and the bird's eyes were full of pride.

Shao An let the little seabird mess around in his palm for a while, and then touched the seabird's little head with his other hand.

At first, the little guy refused, but later he found that it was also a pleasure to be touched by Shao'an, so he stopped resisting.

In the boring sea voyage, being able to find a cute thing to play with is also a very happy thing for Shao'an.

Shao'an and the little seabird, this person and bird are having a lot of fun, which makes Marshall Ditch, who is still rowing, embarrassed.

"Ahem... Shao'an, you're awake. Marshall Ditch coughed heavily.

The little seabird, frightened by the sudden coughing, jumped to its feet, and when the little creature had calmed down, it turned its head and glared at Marshall Ditch, whose eyes were full of contempt.

Yes, yes, just despised! Marshall Ditch was not mistaken, the seabird really was despising him.

"Marshall Ditch, is there anything you want to tell me?" asked Shao'an, confused.

Marshall Ditch replied dryly with a stroke of the oar.

"Well, nothing. ”

Shao'an picked up the other oar that he had placed beside him and smiled at Marshall Ditch.

"Let's change shifts, you go and rest. Shaoan said.

Marshall Ditch unexpectedly did not accept Sauan's kindness.

"I can't rest yet, this is a great route! Don't look at the calm now, maybe a storm will blow in a while. Marshall Ditch explained.

Sauan accepted Marshall Ditch's statement, and the three-day voyage had taught him that in this unpredictable sea, all conventional knowledge would not work, because in the next second, anything incredible could happen.

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The two began to row the boat tacitly, and the best way to avoid danger was to get to land as soon as possible.

The seabird still hadn't left, it seemed to like Shao'an, and when Shao'an concentrated on rowing, it obediently stopped on Shao'an's shoulder.

Shao'an felt very comfortable about the closeness of the little seabird, and there was no pastime in the boring voyage, and it was very good to suddenly have the company of a cute thing.

He took out half of a piece of hard-boiled bread from his jacket pocket, broke off a small piece, crumpled it with his fingers, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

The little seabird looked at the breadcrumbs in Shao'an's palm in surprise, chirped happily, and plunged into Shao'an's palm to enjoy this delicious meal.

Shao'an's feeding made the little seabird closer to him, and the two got along more harmoniously.

Marshall Ditch also became somewhat interested in this little seabird, and after a long voyage, even he felt a little bored, and he tried to learn the method of Shao'an to feed the little seabird.

The cute little seabird flew into the palm of Marshall Ditch's hand very face-saving.

The little seabird ate happily, and Marshall Ditch also wanted to try to touch the body of this cute creature with his hand, and as soon as his fingers touched the feathers of the little seabird, the latter suddenly reacted excitedly and pecked at Marshall Ditch's finger heavily, and then flapped his wings and flapped his wings and flapped away.

"What a stupid bird! I'll die if I touch it!" said Marshall, Ditch, at the little seabird.

However, Marshall Ditch really underestimated the wisdom of the little seabird, and the little guy spread his wings and flew above his head, and after a while, aimed at the top of Marshall Ditch's head and fired, and the wet seabird saliva hit the target accurately.

"Poof......haha" Shao'an, who had been paying attention to Marshall Dtic's side, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Unforgivable, you foolish bird, give me death!" cried Marshall Ditch, exasperated.

"You're stupid, not only stupid, but ugly!" the little seabird hovering in the air suddenly said in a crisp voice.

Marshall Ditch's expression became serious, he stopped rowing, and his sharp gaze was like two knives, stabbing the little seabird fiercely.

"Who the hell are you!" asked Marshall Ditch in a cold voice.

Shao'an, who was at the stern of the boat, also lowered his oars and took out the [Killing] from his arms and put himself on guard.

"Is it discovered? It's not fun, it's not fun at all!" muttered the little seabird in a crisp voice.

It landed lightly between Shaoan and Marshall Ditch, and after a flash of light that was not dazzling, a little girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old and wore a pink dress appeared on the small wooden boat.