“We’re about to arrive in Key West! The southernmost point of the Florida Islands and the southernmost city in the continental United States!”

Fitzgerald smoothed the hair on his forehead with his hand, looked at the islands in the distance, put his other hand on his hips, and said with a smile, "Those eyes were filled with the excitement of seeing land after sailing on the sea for so many days."

and eager to try: "We can ask people to register information about this fish by then!"

"Hey, eh, Key West?"

After hearing the name, Edgar Allan Poe raised his head in shock, almost letting the little raccoon on his shoulder fall off. He looked at the people around him blankly, and found that he seemed to be the only one who was so surprised and flustered.

"Hmm? Is there a problem?"

Kitahara and Kaede put down the "Research on Marine Life Conservation and Reproduction - Rachel Carson's Biological Notes of the Ocean" in their hands and asked in a gentle voice. At the same time, they handed each other a small cake and a milk cup.

Also pushed over.

Everyone else also looked over, which made Poe suddenly become a little embarrassed. Nervous sweat broke out on his forehead. He hugged Carl tightly and hid half of his body uneasily in the traveler's bed.

behind.

"That, that, I don't mean to dislike it..."

When Edgar Allan Poe became nervous, he began to stutter, and his words became a little confused: "Anyway, we will not go out alone. That is, that..."

This detective is obviously in his twenties and is a full 1.82 meters tall, but every time at this time, his aura gives the illusion that he is only small.

He struggled for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage, closed his eyes, and said very loudly:

"Are you really not going to get sexually harassed by someone of the same sex just walking on the street?"

It’s a gay paradise famous for its homosexuality!

Especially everyone, except Mr. Herman, seems to be the type who is easily approached.

The whole place was silent for a moment. Hawthorne's eyes were lowered and praying and he quickly raised his eyes. After looking at Fitzgerald a little strangely, his eyes quickly glanced at Margaret.

Margaret straightened up with a sigh, but there was not much disgust or disgust in the young lady's tone. She was just startled by the word "sexual harassment."

In the end, Mark Twain, who was still extraordinarily ambitious, put his arms behind his head, lay back on his chair, and broke the silence with a vigorous voice:

"If it's a confession, it would be hard for me to accept it. Family, marriage, pride, etc... it's too troublesome! What I want is an interesting adventure!"

"Why can't it be a one-night stand?"

Sigma subconsciously complained, and then heard the traveler's deliberately elongated and gentle voice:

"Sigma——"

Sigma immediately shut his mouth and shrank down to Kitahara and Kaede's side obediently. His light gray eyes were full of guilt and subtle embarrassment.

Louisa held her glasses, her expression had become almost like that of Edgar Allan Poe, her whole face turned red with embarrassment, probably because she also thought about the possibility of someone of the same sex coming to strike up a conversation. Lucy, who was born in an orphanage

He was confused, with a blank expression on his face that said, "There is such a thing in the world."

"Haha, actually as long as you show that you are not interested, the other party will give up and give up, right?"

John laughed a few times, and then he became uncertain: "Should? If it doesn't work, just use superpowers?"

After Fitzgerald remembered this incident, his originally excited expression became a little stiff. After hesitating for a long time, he spoke in a firm tone as if he was about to die heroically in the next second:

"If it doesn't work out, I'll take over this island, everyone."

He didn't think about this at all when he was choosing! Zelda shouldn't doubt his sexual orientation, right? If it doesn't work, just pass the blame to other people in the group... Who should I leave it to? Otherwise, I will lose it.

Give it to John and give him a salary increase later.

"Zelda probably has to be wary of even men this time."

Kitahara and Kaede, the only ones present without powers, blinked, then smiled and rubbed the head of Sigma, who had almost forgotten that he still had powers: "As a considerate husband, at least reduce her workload a little, Frank

."

"If I want to be wary, I should be wary of you first, right?"

The corner of Fitzgerald's mouth twitched, he took a deep breath, and pulled his friend into the water mercilessly: "The time we have known each other is not shorter than the time Zelda and I have known each other!"

"What, it's not Mr. Hemingway?"

Beihara and Feng tilted their heads slightly, showing innocent expressions of surprise: "The names you two are really affectionate with."

"It seems like we have killed one thousand enemies and hurt each other eight hundred times," John said softly.

"But the relationship is indeed very good." Mark Twain turned to look at the pastor and smiled, "right, Hawthorne?"

"Can we get to the island before noon? Then I'll go and see what kind of clothes I can change into."

At this time, Margaret stood up and interrupted the conversation between them, raised her chin arrogantly, and walked through the middle gracefully like an elegant princess.

"I will pray for the sinners on that island."

Hawthorne watched Margaret Mitchell walk over like a proud little swan, then raised his eyes, spoke in a cold tone, and left.

"Well, he is like this every time. When he mentions something related to his teachings, he has this expression. Haha, but then again, he and Margaret seem... uh huh!"

Before Mark Twain finished speaking, John covered his mouth and dragged him away. Only two supernatural beings were left sitting on the seats eating cakes and feeding the cat with fish.

"Mark is such a fool." Tom took a bite of the cake, bared his fangs, and complained to Huck.

"He is only sharper when sniping." Huck said calmly, jumped on Snowball's back, lay down in the cat's thick fur, pressed the cat's head expressionlessly, and gave way to Tom.

Jump up to the position.

"Meow~"

The cat shook its fur, purred lazily, and rubbed its head with its legs.

The fish is delicious, meow.

Little girl Lucy pinched the hem of her skirt, and then her eyes lit up slightly as if she had thought of some good idea:

"Well, would you like to go to Annie's room to change into the clothes you wore on the island? There are a lot of things I like in there..."

Louisa's face became even redder, and she held in her hand a large pile of materials that she had to write as a half-secretary during non-war times. Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's: "Really, can you?"

"Okay! Annie, Annie will like you too."

The two little girls coquettishly got together, and in the end Lucy, who was more courageous, took the initiative and started to show the bow tie to the other person's head with a smile, making the other person want to shrink in place.

Sigma turned his head and glanced at Poe thoughtfully. He made a "wow" sound and buried his face behind Karl. His sharp reaction made Sigma silent for a moment, and he began to doubt the other person.

Does it have any "danger prediction" characteristics?

"I was just thinking about how you always dress up in suits, boots and a black coat in summer."

Sigma said helplessly, while looking at his friend with some curiosity: "Are you going to change your clothes?"

He was really curious about what the other person would look like if he put on a standard American summer beach floral shirt. Maybe he would feel surprisingly young... and he really wanted to smooth Poe's hair out of his eyes.

Get up and see what it looks like down there.

Edgar Allan Poe trembled sharply like a small animal aware of a huge crisis, hugged his Karl, but finally replied in a low voice:

"Yes..."

After all, it will be really hot if you don't change clothes.

On the other side, Kitahara and Kaede and Fitzgerald had a accustomed quarrel, and then each began to sit down holding their favorite drinks.

We were watching the fish swimming in the huge water tank on the sofa. While watching, they muttered to each other a few times, and then laughed together in a tacit understanding.

The big marlin has recovered a lot from its injuries, but it can't stretch out in a small space. Its beautiful big tail often slaps the thick glass in protest. The pair of thin and sharp front legs are like swords.

The beak broke through the water waves, occasionally leaving a scratch on the glass that made people's teeth ache.

The moon fish huddled in the corner, looking at this big guy at the tip of the ocean food chain with fear, fearing that the sharp sword would accidentally pierce him.

Fortunately, this fish didn't have many thoughts of attacking the round moon fish. It just kept circling its cage. The cobalt blue scales reflected the magnificent peacock blue light under the light. The eyes looked like

Calm and composed, only the wagging tail shows a little bit of impatience.

Moby Dick, the beluga whale, is outside the huge glass box, happily playing with each other through the glass in his shrunken form. The fins beside him are flapping happily and making a light and ethereal whale cry.

——Mary, let’s play together!

The big marlin, who didn't know how his name changed from "Marlin" to "Mary" at the beginning, shook his sickle-shaped tail slightly, and looked helplessly but gently at the pure white sperm whale in front of him. He didn't try.

Instead of poking the glass with his sharp snout, he slapped his pectoral fin.

It recognized that it was the whale it had seen near a large school of fish, but its size was much smaller than when it was seen in the sea.

But it didn't have any bad associations with this. After all, Hemingway actually defeated it, and it was sufficiently convinced by the person who caught it, which is why it didn't resist fiercely in this small place.

"Good morning, Mary."

Kitahara and Kaede took a sip of their coffee and said hello to the marlin who turned over lazily with his belly up after fooling the little white whale.

"Crack."

The beautiful blue marlin patted the water and responded politely to the man who always seemed to give the fish a gentle feeling. His body also got a little closer to the glass.

The traveler raised his head to look at it, and his orange-gold eyes were slightly curved, forming a very gentle and beautiful arc. He drank half of the remaining coffee in one breath, walked forward, and put his hand against the surface of the glass.

There was a smile in the voice.

"You will be free soon. Don't bite other people's bait when you return to the sea. Also, the person you have been thinking about... he also needs to rest in a small room for several days like you. You guys

This competition was a bit too harsh.”
To be continued...