The immature sailor spread his hands: "So I don't know if they will respond to my request." ”

After saying this, the young sailor actually knelt on the deck, closed his eyes and prayed in the midst of the storm and the waves.

The one next to him was originally taking the opportunity to mock this kid's ignorance, but he was made up of his actions, and it was not okay to continue to mock, nor did he continue to mock, and in the end he could only snort and join the army of repairs.

The people on the boat are trying to save themselves, and as for the sailors who went to the sea to fish for people because of the better water quality, who still remembers them?

If you want to blame them, you can only blame them for their bad lives, who made them have good water nature?

Although, begging for a living at sea, who has poor water performance.

However, several sailors who had gone to the sea to rescue people, who were expected to be mercilessly swallowed by the sea, were now holding a piece of driftwood floating from nowhere, rising and falling in the sea.

"I said, are we the kind of beings who are particularly noble and can go to heaven after death?"

One of the sailors, who was able to rise to the surface to breathe a breath of fresh air and save himself from choking to death in the sea, thought he had a humorous remark, and after not receiving a response from his companions, he could only laugh three times to relieve his embarrassment.

The melodious singing continued, and as the song cleared, the wind and waves on the sea gradually stopped.

The storm came and went as fast as it came, the sky was bright again, the clouds cleared, and the white clouds took over the sky overhead, making the sky even more blue and magnificent.

It wasn't until the sunlight that had been obscured by the clouds shone on the deck again that the sailors, who had finally cleaned up the water poured into the ship, suddenly lay down on the deck in a large shape and laughed.

The sea is extremely dangerous, but it is also full of charm, and this thrill of racing between life and death makes those who have experienced it once either have a shadow on the sea at the moment and never have the courage to set foot on it again.

Or, it's experienced once, and you want to come a second time, and if you have a second time, there will be a third time.

In the end, let him go and live a peaceful life, and he didn't want to.

The first mate was among them, lying on the deck, basking in the sun, glad that he had escaped again.

Andre looked at the crew members who had escaped on the deck, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a good-looking smile.

But he didn't join in, he leaned on the railing, smiled, and looked out at the endless sea.

He thought that he was beginning to be able to feel and understand the charm of the sea.

While he was watching, a flash of light appeared in his sight again on the sea that had returned to calm, and Andrei suddenly retracted the smile on his face, took off the binoculars from his waist, and looked towards the sea.

In the sight, there was a touch of snow white, the same snow white as the waves, compared with the huge snow-white waves that covered the sky and the sun, this snow white, but it gave people a simple, and even some couldn't help but feel pity.

It was a tail, about the length of an adult's waist, and a silver filamentous object that looked like human hair that was hidden by the sea.

Perhaps, the charm of the sea is not only the joy and excitement of escaping life and death, but also the strange creatures that are bred beneath the deep and vast surface of the sea.

Merfolk, or banshees.

Andre smiled, and the snow-white fishtail in his sight suddenly flicked his tail and dived into the deep blue water, replacing the snow-white tail that had previously floated on the surface of the sea with a young girl.

A girl with long silver hair as bright as the moon hanging in the sky at night, and a perfect face that no matter how picky people come to see her, they will never find the slightest bit of a bad one.

The maiden wore silk silk draped over her shoulders not so much to cover her body as for curiosity or amusement, and it looked incomparably expensive, a luxury for caravans from the far East.

Such an expensive silk silk is draped on the girl's body, as if it has finally found its final destination, and it should be born on a perfect person like a girl.

The girl's face was innocent, she stared at the huge ship where Andre was located, and with a smile on her face that made it impossible to take her eyes off easily, as if she was happy that she had saved so many people.

Andre curled the corners of his lips, and this time, his smile was also heartfelt, but with a pampering pampering that even he didn't notice.

A simple, sea banshee.

Ignorant of the world, innocent and kind, as beautiful as the legend.

While Andre's three views were reshaped, he remembered the question he asked his mother when he first heard about the mermaid as a child.

"Mom, can mermaids really come ashore to live?"

"Of course, but they will pay a great price, they will lose something that is important to them, and ah, every step they take on the shore is as painful as walking on the tip of a knife."

"It's so pitiful, then why do they want to live on the shore?"

"Because of love."

"What is love?"

"Love, it's hard to understand feelings, people who meet it, they naturally understand what love is, people who can't meet may have experienced many feelings that they think are vigorous, but in the end, they find that those are not real love."

"What exactly is love?"

"If you meet you, you will naturally understand, but if you don't, no matter how much others say, you won't be able to understand."

"Of course I can't understand what kind of love can make a mermaid choose to get legs to come to shore even if every step is as painful as walking on the tip of a knife? They're so stupid, it's not worth it. ”

"Silly boy, there are many things, I can't say whether it's worth it or not."

The conversation about love and about the mermaid resurfaced in his mind, and Andre slowly faded the smile on his face, he did not return to the room to change into clean and tidy clothes, but still wore the clothes that were soaked in the sea and dried by the sun, and kept standing by the railing, looking at the innocent and innocent mermaid with the telescope in his hand, not knowing that someone was peeping at him.

The ship set off for its return voyage.

The silver mermaid followed, and Andre never left the deck.

By the time they were about to return to shore, it was already dark, the ship was about to dock, and the others did not continue to blow the wind on the deck, but returned to their own rooms.

When Andrei was the only one left on the deck, Andrei spoke softly.