“Hey, girls, are you going to have a fish soup?”Captain Jack poked his head into the cabin and tucked his pipe in his mouth, "A lucky fellow caught a large, tailless trout."

"Thank you," nodded Tili Wimbledon, "we'll be here soon."

"It's fish soup again," sighed ash after the captain left, "where is this shaky and tasteless thing to drink?"

"You can add some salt to the bowl," said the wind, "and pepper, too, but it's more expensive, and I'm afraid Mr. Jack won't let you go."

"Nothing, the boiled soup is close to the original taste, but also to test the quality of the food itself," Andrea elegantly geographicalized her own pale golden long hair, "Mr. Tiley, let's go to the captain's room."

"As long as it's hot," muttered the shortest yarn, "my toes are frozen."

A man ascended the tower from the bottom of the maid, and Jack stood by the porthole with one eye, looking at the white trail that rolled and spread behind the ship.

“Why is it so cold all of a sudden?”He spit out a round of smoke rings, "The three gods are up, and it's only mid-autumn now."

“Is it possible that the gods are asleep?”The ash shrugs.

"Damn, you can't say that at sea," grinned Captain Jack, "the sea god will always be staring at us," and he gestured more than a blessing in his chest, "Forget it, don't think about it, first the bowl of fish soup to warm your stomach."

In order to enjoy the warm food in the captain's room, he opened a large hole in the floor, put the fire pot in the middle of the hole, filled the sea sand around, and played a role in heat, so as not to ignite the whole ship.

A large pot of fish soup on the pot was tumbling and bubbling, and the sound of grunting, the scent of the whole room.

The six people took off their shoes and sat around the fire, and their feet were buried in the warm sand, so that the cold toes and the gravel were fully in contact with the gravel, and the warmth brought by the charcoal fire baking was enjoyed.

Tilie took the fish soup handed by the captain and gently blew the steaming soup - unlike the milky white soup made of black-tailed fish, this bowl of soup showed a deep yellow, the oil floated on the surface layer, reflecting the crystal luster.

Seeing the occasional green and white spots in the soup, she knew that the old captain had taken out the bottom of the box - the sea ship had been sailing for months, and it was very difficult for the crew to eat fresh vegetables and fruits.These water-young green onions are obviously specially preserved by him with ice nits, and the onion smells of the fish itself, with the ginger flakes and a little wheat wine, the rest is full of rich and mellow beauty.

Tilie drank the fish soup slowly, and whenever she was about to burn her tongue, she paused for a moment and took a few breaths.Every small mouth she could clearly feel, drinking the soup like a warm current, flowing down her throat all the way to the stomach, turning her stomach warm and baking.

The cold soon faded, and she even felt her body slightly heat up.

"Try to add some peppers," Jack pointed to the jars of seasonings by the fire, "and the taste will be more special, and it will be particularly cold, and it will be more effective than wine."

“Although the original flavor is the true meaning of food, I have to say that these ingredients are just right and taste not bad,” Andrea praised.

“Don’t you drink it?”Tili looked at the ashes.

The latter waved his hand, "Or forget it, I really can't accept the fishy smell of the sea fish."

At first, Tily could not accept the habit of eating fish in the fjord people - any meal is indispensable to a wide variety of fish, the regular roasting, cooking, frying, and strange practices such as fish freezing, fish dew, caviar... But after forcing herself to eat at the official banquet a few times, she found that the taste is also good, once familiar with the seafood, it can further foil the delicious food itself.Such as dried fish, grilled cuttlefish, and even fried stinky fish, which tastes pungent food, she can now slowly try.

"Our 'Miss Ashes' has been appetized by the barbaric way of cooking in the border town," Andrea said, "it is a pity that the taste of spices and refined salt not only makes her lose the ability to identify deliciousness, but now seems to have little courage left."

“What do you say?”The ash glanced at each other.

“Why, isn’t that so?”Andrea made a series of laughs, "Just a little fishy smell makes you look away, like a little girl, how can you expect you to stand up when Mr. Tiley needs it?" 」

"It seems that you are tempted to provoke me to fight with you," Ash suddenly calmed down, "give up, the border town has a terrible weapon, much more powerful than your arrows."Even so, I still won the test.So if you want to take away from me the seat of Mr. Tiley's personal guard, you have to practice for a few more years..." She paused.

“You—”

The ashes raised his mouth, "In addition, the food invented by His Highness Roland is not only a superposition of spices and refined salt, when you taste it and understand it."But remember not to drop the spilled mouth on the clothes, and Mr. Tiley can't afford to lose that face."

“That’s nonsense, that’s right!”

Tily couldn't help but laugh, the two are the top witch of Sleeping Island, and often fight for "who is the first strong", but she knows that both Ashes and Andrea are her best.When danger comes, they will not hesitate to fight side by side and work together to build the impregnable walls of the sleeping island.

The two quarrels made the atmosphere in the room lively, and seeing this scene, Tily couldn't help but think of the five witches sent to the border town, not knowing that they were doing well in her brother's territory.

At this moment, the beauty suddenly shook violently without warning.

“Be careful!”The ash pulled the five princesses, the iron pot on the pot was turned on the ground, the soup water was quenched the charcoal fire, and the fish fell to the ground.

Then there was a sharp whistle outside the cabin.

“The enemy!There is an enemy attack!”

A sailor rushed into the captain's room and shouted in great astonishment, "Sir Captain, the mutant sea ghost is coming!"More than one!”

Hell, isn't that the name of the beast?Tili Li, how did they get to this place?

A group of people ran out of the building, only to see more than a dozen fish crab-footed monsters on the deck, and some were climbing the beauty from both sides of the ship's string.They move quickly, and the six feet move like a giant cockroach; the humanoid arms waving on both sides of the head are amazing, and they can break the neck of the sailor.

"Since you don't want to fight, let's come to Bibi," Andrea snapped, a golden light coming out of her fingers, turning into a bow, and holding it firmly in her hand.

"It doesn't matter," said the ash, pulling out the strange-looking giant sword from behind, "I went up."

(Unfinished.)