It's been a long time since I've stepped on the ground, and the cool breeze blows through the dark green willows and into the old captain's dirty, thick hair.

It's been more than ten years since he rescued me from the island, and all I remember about the scene was the wet peach petals on the shore and the tearful crying of me. If he doesn't come, I should be able to hold out for a day or two, after all, I still have the strength to cry. From then to now, we have been adrift at sea for ten years, changing a few sailboats, but not changing the old captain's resolute heart. Since his retirement, he has embarked on an aimless life at sea, and in his words, some people are destined to have no home. Some of them should be himself, and I who have been following him.

It's not that I haven't thought about settling down, and it's really lonely to drift on the sea, and when I get to a place where there are people, I will always be reluctant to give up the girl there. But looking at the back of the old captain alone facing the sea and smoking his pipe, I knew that I might have to go with him for the rest of my life.

I don't seem to have any experience in survival as a sailor for more than ten years, and the old captain rarely speaks, and I don't want to ask. I don't belong to the ocean, but I'm going to be with him. So I don't want to know this knowledge, because it's enough to have him there. Maybe one day he will leave me, maybe I will return to the life of a normal person, but when you are at sea and face the impermanence of nature, you don't have the opportunity to think about it so much.

Going deep inside from the island is a must for us when we get to a new island. You have to be careful, and it's usually him who is careful, I just follow him, and when I'm bored, I pull a few grasses and put them in my mouth. I've heard the old captain say that there are really cannibals on some islands, and I believe him, but I'm not afraid at all. Maybe I died ten years ago, or maybe I'm no safer than a cannibal at sea.

I was unsuspecting.

The smoke of the cooking stove in the distance hooked my soul closer and closer. That means fresh vegetables, warm people and beautiful girls. The old captain also seemed relieved, apparently he was no longer worried about the cannibals here. I grinned at him past the old captain, and ran towards the village, but he took the pipe out of the pipe bag at his waist, and slowly unwound the rope that was wrapped around it, for he was so serious with anyone, and I was like a child only in front of him.

People who have been adrift on the ship for a long time are shaking every step. But I enjoy the feeling, and so does the old captain, the land seems to be the good wife who is always cooking at home and waiting for you, and the sea is an affair.

I don't want to leave in a comfortable bed, and it's a novelty for these isolated villages to have outsiders here, and I haven't seen anything like that I don't want to interact with people and want to support myself. At least in the past ten years, except for a few (armed savages and the like), most of the villagers are very enthusiastic, the ancestors have opened mountains and forests here, and the descendants are unwilling to give up their fields and want to maintain their own peach blossom springs, which seems to be a kind of integrity. And of course they're happy to hear what's going on out there, whether it's at sea or on other land.

So at the bonfire in the evening, there are always a few people who fill the captain with good home-brew and want to ask him to tell the story of what he encountered. The old captain would still look at them solemnly, take a sip, and tell some stories. It was a courtesy to him, or perhaps he never socialized with people, and it was necessary to satisfy everyone's wishes to be entertained in this village. And every now and then I would sit in the field and look at the bright moon or the brilliant stars in the sky. The bright moon and the stars do not appear at the same time, which I discovered at sea, and later learned that this is what everyone calls the moon and stars. When I was at sea, I always looked at the moon at night, and when I was a child, the old captain accompanied me and didn't say a word, but it made me more steady than anything. When he grew up, he went back to the cabin, probably because he was too old to stand the cold at night at sea, but every time it was cold, he would come out and put his clothes on me.

As for why I like to look at the moon, it may be because people themselves are phototaxis creatures, but light can be seen everywhere in the city, so it is not as precious as it comes from the sea.

I picked up the broken acoustic guitar I had brought from the boat and played it at the moon. The guitar was given to me by an uncle in a village when I was a child, and he said that his hand would never be able to make it again, but he wanted it to keep ringing, just like his dreams. I looked at his smiling face and felt that he was a positive person, and now that I think about it, I feel sorry for him. Sometimes I wonder why people grow up to know so many truths, maybe they know the truths that make them sad.

I never played it in front of the old captain, and he wouldn't come over when I did. For me it's my best friend, and everyone who has heard me play it says I'm a good player, a good singer, and a genius. I don't think I'm a genius, because everyone who wanders can be, and I'm sure the old captain will sing better than I do when he picks up the guitar, but I also know I'll never hand him the guitar.

A burst of incense made me turn my head to look at Cher, who was playing the piano, and it was Cher, followed by her brother. The climate of the island is changeable, and in the blink of an eye, the mist that disperses casts a layer of sand on the night sky, the moon is a little out of breath, and the air becomes so cold. Lu Xue sat next to me and draped his clothes over me, and Luke sat next to Lu Xue, looking up at the moon without saying a word.

I don't know if it's this sudden warmth, but I actually started to feel homesick, a home I didn't have, or a home. I turned my head to look at Cher looking up at the night sky, and I wanted to kiss her.

I know it's loneliness, but when you sacrifice your life to the ocean, women basically have nothing to do with you, so the impulse from instinct will make you fall in love with someone easily, so easily as much as a smile. But sailors don't talk about love easily, at least I've never heard the old captain say that, and I haven't noticed him looking at a woman for a few more seconds. It probably had something to do with the old pocket watch he never let me touch, and I always felt like it didn't have a dial in it, just a picture of a woman.

Luke and Luxue are good friends of mine on the island, they studied in the big city and later returned here. I asked Luke why he did this, and he smiled and looked at the sky, "Because the moon is round here." "I don't know what the moon looks like in the city, but I know he's already a friend of mine because he loves the moon too.