Tired and fell into the sea to sleep for a moment, woke up and moved on; thirsty for a few sips of rain, hungry caught two fish to eat.

Joan didn’t know how long it had been.

At first, she tried to record the time according to the changes of day and night, but after missing once or twice, the error went from day to week, and from week to month... Now she didn’t know how long she had been swimming, but... at least half a year?

At the thought of this, Joan was aggrieved to cry, in fact, she also cried countless times, but the tears will soon be integrated into the sea water and become part of the sea.

Very tired.

Really tired.

When you sleep, you can't relax on the sea, because it will attract Osprey or other predators, even if you can't eat her, pecking a bite will hurt for a few days, not to mention the possibility of being hit by sea ghosts and those monster ships.

In fact, in the past six months, Joan has met with the enemy several times.

Every time she felt like she was scaring her soul.

Fortunately, she can always use speed to get rid of each other, although sometimes she accidentally adds two or three more wounds to her body.

The scales praised by His Majesty are now broken, and the exposed skin is like a strange white spot.Because it has been soaked in water, some of the wounds have been corrupted.What is even more abominable is that the parasite treated her as a new host, carrying a carapace in her trauma, and feeling the pain of her heart every time she pulled it off.

The body was not even beautiful, but now it looks even more ugly.

She missed the soft bed of Winterfell and Wendy’s arms.

I miss that unfettered, unsettled life without worrying about safety.

In addition, although there are many fish that can be eaten in the sea, they can only be eaten raw, and obviously there was nothing to do before, but now I always feel that the fishy smell in my mouth can not be lingering.

She wanted to eat the wings of the lightning-baked chicken.

Thinking of Joan, she would cry, but even if the tears flowed out, she did not stop the swinging of her tail.

How long will it take to get back to the original?

It’s faster than most fish.

Even his Majesty's snow is far from it.

According to the approximate time, she has swam to the present distance should be enough to go back and forth from the winterless to the Shadow Islands five times, but why can't the end be seen in front?

What world is round, your majesty... wouldn’t it be a lie to her?

If Her Majesty Roland had deceived her, and she would have had a chance to see him again, she must...scraoke his face with scales!

But you also have to see it first...

Joan took a deep breath, gave herself the airway, and never gave up!She wants to come back to everyone!

A series of "sing-sing-sing-snap-sing-sing-sing-snap-sing-sing-snail-sting-sing-sing-sing-sing-sing-snap-sing-sing-

A moment later, the same echo came from the distance, "Shut up -"

Joan shook, unable to look in the direction of the source of the sound - the weather today is not too good, the sea is always full of mist, visibility is not a few kilometers, like the shadow islands in the low tide.Seeing that nothing was found, she swam in that direction for several minutes, and finally caught a black outline in the water mist.

It looks like... a rock above the water.

Joan couldn’t help but rejoice.

She knows that because of the visual effect, many seemingly inconspicuous objects in the sea are actually behemoths.Being able to stand on the sea like a reef, it is bound to not be small, and it can reflect its own chirping, it is likely to be a big mountain.And the mountains are there, will the land be far away?

Is it hard to see the mountains?

Jonton felt an endless force in his body.She put the speed to the limit, and took a series of flowers on the sea and ran toward the dark shadow.

As the distance is closer, the black outline under the mist is gradually revealed.

It is indeed a mountain, but it is not a western port, but a flat island.Behind the island seems to be connected to a wider continent, but the two are too far apart and it is not true to see.

In any case, land is better than no land.

Joan played a twelve-point spirit and swam to the nearest beach on the island.

She only noticed that the island was probably a little larger than the largest burning islands in the fjord, except for the lush flat-topped high mountain, almost no ups and downs, flat as a grassland.

In fact, it is also a prairie.

Compared with the barren islands in Joan's impression, it seems that it is completely unaffected by the salty sea breeze and various harsh climatic conditions, and the feet are full of grass that just touches the ankles, and occasionally one or two blooming flowers.She couldn’t imagine why a tsunami could destroy all vegetation and why such a view would emerge.Coupled with the mist around the island, there is a sense of isolation in this place.

The tail fins were turned into legs, and Joan slowly walked toward the center of the island.

Gradually, there were more stone monuments on the grass, and at first she did not care, but soon found that although these stones were different in size, they were neatly arranged.

And the closer to the center of the island, the more stone monuments, even rounded into a circle around, and a little closer, as if around what was erected.

Where did she seem to have seen this scene...

Joan crouched down in front of a stone monument and looked carefully at the monument - there were indeed marks carved on it, but whether it was a pattern drawn by hand, or some meaningful text, Joan could not identify.But to her surprise, the stones were clearly filled with an old breath that did not cover much dust, as if they were often taken care of.

Does anyone live on this island?

Not far away, Joan suddenly stammered.

In front of her eyes, there was a huge pothole, I am afraid that there were several kilometers wide, the depth of the hole was not said, and the arc of the edge was extremely smooth, and it was not naturally formed by the collapse.And those stone monuments are arranged in layers around the pit, forming a "ripple" that spreads out.

She vaguely remembered something, looked up to the sky - in the hazy fog, the outline of the red moon was still clear.Obviously one is in the dome, one is at the foot, but the size of the two is very similar, as if a mold carved out of the general.She even came up with the strange idea that if the red moon fell, it would just fill the hole, right?

"Hello."Just then, a sound came coldly from behind her.

“The—”Joan suddenly screamed in panic, turned around and took two steps back, and hit the stone.

The latter also seemed startled, half-way unable to speak, and after half a day he came out and said, “That... are you okay?”

Only then did Joan discover that the speaker was not a monster, but a beautiful young woman.She was wearing a long white dress, and the long hair of deep black was divided into two beams of hanging chest, which looked refreshing and detachment, making people feel good at first glance.But the look is a little confused, I don't know if it should come up to care for Joan, or continue to watch.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Joan wanted to ask who you were, and the result was only a series of screams.Having not spoken to anyone for most of the year, her language skills have once again degenerated to the level of living alone.

However, the other person seemed to read her meaning, and a lonesome color appeared in her eyes, but even so, she still answered with a smile.

“Me?”Just a watchman trapped here."