It is said that the mermaid's song has the power to confuse the mind. Could it be ......

The thought made Morris pause, and he was stunned for a moment. Henry, who was walking behind him, didn't react and bumped into it. The young sailor rubbed his nose and muttered, "Murris, did you take the wrong medicine?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. Morris replied to him absentmindedly. Then Peters' curse came down through the deck: "You two fools! If I can't see anything stacked before noon, don't even think of coming up to eat!"

The hunger crisis made Morris put his doubts aside for the time being. He walked briskly to the place where the spices were placed, and it smelled good. Henry had to go somewhere else, and the strong stench made him sigh and say, "Welcome to the Eedin Beauty, the famous marine junkyard in Tirel. ”

"It should be a sea toilet. Morris picked up a sack of spices, and the dust kicked up made him cough: "Ahem! Yesterday there was a skinny little sailor, and I saw him pee in the corner!"

It had not been a few days since Morris had been on the ship, and he had not yet recognized all the sailors here.

"Damn! It must have been a good thing for Barres, he never went to pee on deck. I'm going to make Boss Peters beat him up!" Henry put something on the stairs and jumped to his feet in anger.

After the two of them got to work, smoke and dust filled the small cabin. They had been busy for an hour and a half, and in the end they couldn't get half of the cabin ready by noon, and luckily Boss Peters was just scaring them. After two more hungry people for half an hour, they asked the crew in charge of the spoon to send some food.

Lunch was mashed potatoes and bread. It tasted so bad that Morris didn't bother complaining, and he consoled himself, "That's how life is at sea." Then he poured the dry stuff into his stomach with Henry's wine.

Speaking of this bottle of wine. Morris thought of April's words that had been sent to her: "Someone was singing last night." His thoughts jumped uncontrollably to the mermaid who had saved him. He was sure he was right, it must have been the merfolk who had fished him out of the sea before he fell unconscious, and the cold, scaly touch of TA's tail fin was fresh in his memory.

It's the merfolk who sing. This unfounded idea was like a hornet's tail needle, and he was stung by it, and he could never get it out of his head again. Other options, such as a dream that Aprile had. It was completely out of his mind.

He hasn't left yet, is he still in the sea, is he following me, is he following me, is he following this ship? Morris's mind was full of thoughts, and his lunch was tasteless.

Thanks to the tastelessness of the food, otherwise this rancid thing is really difficult to eat. Henry had been sighing and complaining, but Morris had turned a deaf ear.

"Henry. Morris pondered it carefully, and finally asked. "Did you hear anyone singing last night?"

Henry stopped chattering and complained, looked at him in amazement, and said, "Little prince, you don't really believe April, do you? she's only eight years old. We don't have a singing woman on board. ”

"No, I'm just curious. Morris discerned. "Maybe not on board...... At sea or something. ”

"You should really see a doctor. It seems that the shipwreck a few days ago had a big impact on you. Henry touched his forehead with a solemn expression, "No one can sing at sea." Molis. ”

yes, no one can. But what if it's a merfolk who sings?

Morris pushed Henry's hand away. He thought back to last night: what happened last night? He had a busy day and ate a jar of cured meat for dinner. A sailor caught a big fish, and everyone cheered.

What about other than these?

He fell asleep. Yes, he fell asleep. He had never slept so well. Like 17 years ago, when he was still Murphy, he slept so well. I didn't hear anything at all all night......

There was no grinding of teeth, snoring, farting, or night noise of the sailors who were in the same cabin, nor were there the sound of waves, the sound of the sea breeze, or the alarm horns of the sailors on the night shift......

This!no!

It can't be so quiet. Morris planted a seed of doubt in his heart, and his thoughts grew stronger until it sprouted, and its open branches and leaves tore through the fog that stood in front of his eyes like the claws of a beast.

He wasn't an old seaman, and he didn't even have any serious sailing experience at all. But compare the day before yesterday and the day before yesterday - the night of July 7 and July 8. Last night was unusually quiet.

In those two nights, he heard at least two trumpets, more than ten night starts, and countless snoring—in fact, in some of the pirate years. The whistle in charge of the vigil often blew the horn several times a night. And the crew is often on three shifts, or even sleeping directly on the deck.

What about yesterday? Nothing. Morris rustled his chin.

"Henry!" asked Morris, pretending not to care, "did you sleep well last night?"

"Pretty good. Henry didn't notice anything unusual, and he replied casually: "I didn't hear Barres's snoring, so this kid knows each other." ”

Henry didn't find out...... Is the same with the rest of the crew. What about Peters, the navigator on duty, didn't they blow their horns either?if all of them lost their minds in the singing......

A picture unfolded in Morris's mind: the night was deep, the sea and sky were pitch black, a moon shattered into ten thousand flowers of gold on the waves, the "Eedin Beauty" was alone on the sea, and he sang a poignant song on the distant water. Everyone who heard this beautiful music fell asleep, including those responsible for the lighting and the night boat......

It was like his magic, the "sleeping cloud" that helped him escape, and Morris's mind was racing. So why did April notice the anomaly, she heard someone singing, was she special?

Still is...... It's really a little girl's dream, it's just that I think too much. The thought passed through Morris's mind, but he immediately discarded it.

There is a need to be suspicious. But his thinking has shifted to conviction.

TA is still there, staying in this sea area for some purpose, following the "Edin Beauty", and even ...... Follow me. Morris's instincts were so.

I'm going to ask April. He thought.

When he made up his mind. The things around him gradually came into his sight. Henry seemed to call his name many times, but he didn't hear it. The shouts of the sailors on deck and the roar of Peters reached his ears. He ate the last loaf of bread in two bites, and trotted as he squeaked unbearably as the old planks at the bottom of the cabin creaked. He struggled to palletize the rest of the cargo.

The rules are simple, if he hasn't finished his work, he runs to talk to April. He's really going to get kicked in the ass by Boss Peters.