"What's wrong?" Schiller saw the Viking's expression changed and asked, "Are you scared?"
The Viking continued to lower his head to arrange the fishing line, and said while doing so: "My father said that the people there are not good people. I didn't expect that there are also university professors there."
"Of course, it's a big city after all. By the way, have you ever gone to college?" Schiller chatted with the Vikings from time to time to divert his attention. After all, he was afraid that he would really get seasick.
The Viking shook his head and said: "I just graduated from high school a few months ago. My father wanted me to go to college, but I didn't go. I didn't like being too far from the sea. I was raised here."
"You just graduated from high school???" Schiller looked him up and down and found that he couldn't tell that he was only eighteen or nineteen years old.
Even though white people generally mature earlier and look older if they have beards, his strong body and frame don't look like a teenager.
"That's why they called me Viking. They thought I was too strong and looked like a pirate." After arranging the fishing line, the Viking stood up, walked to the side of the boat, and threw a rod.
, test the fishing rod.
Schiller stepped forward and stood side by side with him, looking at the vast sea. He said: "In the years when I was born and growing up, I have never seen the sea. This is also my first time to go to the seaside for vacation. It feels like
It’s really nice, I can understand that you like it here.”
The Viking turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Shouldn't university professors often go to the beach for vacation?...Wait a minute, so you can't swim anymore?"
Schiller nodded and said: "Theoretically, I have never swum. If I fell into the water, I don't know if I would drown."
"Of course." The Viking said very firmly: "The sea is not as gentle as you seem now. When she gets angry, you will experience real natural disasters."
After saying that, he handed the fishing rod to Schiller. After Schiller took it, he adjusted it and then started throwing the rod to fish.
After Schiller threw the rod for a period of time, there was still no movement, but the fishing boat did arrive at the fishing spot that the Vikings said was more troublesome.
This is still a shallow shoal, but there are some rocks underneath, and there are a lot of kelp and corals. It is difficult to find the shadow of fish here, let alone fishing.
The Viking also took a fishing rod and stood next to Schiller fishing. Schiller's fishing rod remained motionless, but the Vikings caught fish one after another. Half an hour later, Schiller turned around and looked
To the bucket of fish at the Viking's feet, he said, "You know what? If it were anyone else, I would definitely not tip you."
The Viking showed a smile, as if the prank had succeeded, and said: "There are many rich men on my fishing boat, bragging about how good their fishing skills are, and I will bring him here, just like me
That said, the sea is not only gentle and kind, she will also teach you what failure means."
But to his expectation, Schiller was not angry, nor did he put away the rod and leave. He just still held the fishing rod and looked at the sea quietly. He said: "It doesn't matter, you said it, this is a troublesome thing."
If I can catch one fish today, I will be very happy."
The Viking retracted his pole again, took the hook out of the fish's mouth, and said, "You are the most well-behaved Gothamite I have ever seen. When those gang bosses came, they were either cursing bad luck.
, or you have to pay to buy the fish I caught.”
"The joy of fishing is not the fish, but the unknown tension of waiting for the fish to bite." Schiller replied.
"If you had tasted the fish soup made by my father, you wouldn't think so." The Viking smiled again and said: "As compensation for your failure today, I will take you to my house later to drink his cooking."
Fish soup, I have never had a university professor come to my house, he should be very happy."
Schiller showed a smile and said: "Then I will enjoy your spoils without any courtesy."
In this era, most people have great respect for professions such as teachers and doctors, especially university professors. In such a small seaside town with simple folk customs, if a university professor visits, the local residents will be friendly.
Until sunset, Schiller still hadn't caught a single fish. The dusk light cast into the seabed, making the shadows of the seaweed dancing in the water resemble dancing graceful girls, and there were swarms of seagulls in the distance.
It was hovering, and in front of the red sun, only a small silhouette could be seen. Looking at this scene, Schiller didn't care much about the results of fishing.
About half an hour later, Schiller was walking on a slightly damp stone road. He looked up at the big lighthouse in front of him and asked, "Is your home in a lighthouse?"
"Of course not, whose home would be in a lighthouse? My father is the keeper of Blüdhaven Lighthouse. I'm here to pick him up from get off work. After all, I don't know how to cook. If he doesn't come home, he will be hungry tonight. My stomach is full."
Schiller laughed, and the Vikings also laughed. As soon as they arrived at the door of the lighthouse, a man with gray hair on his temples came out. He did not look old, but his glasses showed that
See through the vicissitudes and gentleness of worldly affairs.
The Viking's father warmly welcomed Schiller. Like everyone else, he was full of longing for a career as a university professor. On the way back, Schiller learned about his father's deeds from the Viking's mouth.
Viking's father was the longest-serving towerkeeper at Blüdhaven Lighthouse. He had witnessed countless returning ships. According to him, he could recognize every ship that had docked at Blüdhaven.
The captain of the ship also remembers every story that comes out of the captain's mouth.
When the hot fish soup was brought to the table, the white mist floated upward until it touched the chandelier on the ceiling. When such a large pot of soup was placed in the center of the table, the whole room became warm, and the dark blue outside the wooden window
The colorful night sky no longer looks so cold.
As the Vikings said, his father was really good at making fish soup. This fish soup is particularly delicious, and the pepper in it gives the soup an extra warmth when you drink it.
As soon as Schiller took a sip and exhaled, he felt that sweat had broken out on his forehead. The Viking finished the large bowl of fish soup in a few gulps, let out a long sigh, and put the bowl on the
On the table, he said: "My father relied on this bowl of fish soup to establish a foothold in this city. The fishermen here have to give him some face, because everyone wants to take a sip of Old Curry after returning from fishing."
Fragrant fish soup."
The man known as Old Curry laughed gently and said, "That's too exaggerated. However, I did successfully catch up with your mother by virtue of my cooking skills."
"Your surname is Curry? What's your name?" Schiller looked at the Viking and asked. The Viking shrugged and said, "My name is Arthur, Arthur Curry. You can just call me Xiao Curry."
Rui, or Arthur."
Schiller nodded, took another sip of fish soup, and said, "So, this is Cien Port?"
"I haven't heard this name for a long time." Old Curry sighed. He said: "This is a name given by those Europeans, which means 'God forgives everything'."
"However, because our place was discovered relatively late and has the same name as a port on other coasts, it has not been called this name in recent decades. Only old people like me will remember this name."
"I have also seen this name in an article. That article seemed to introduce the fishery here, and the author is also very old." Schiller nodded and said.
In fact, it's because Schiller has seen Port Mercy in the comics, which is actually Aquaman in DC and the hometown of Arthur Curry, the seven giants of the main alliance, and the blond man sitting in front of him is Arthur.
·Curry.
"That makes sense." Old Curry leaned back on the chair, sighed relaxedly, and said, "You are really knowledgeable and talented. When this place was still called Cien Port, the fishing industry was indeed relatively developed. Then
In those days, there were many more ships here than now.”
"Actually, I'm also a little curious. This place is so close to Gotham. Why has Gotham's fishing industry not developed? Isn't there a larger population there?" Schiller asked.
Old Curry is also an experienced fisherman. He said: "It won't work. The rainy weather in Gotham is too terrible. It will not only affect people, but also the fish. Fishing in the offshore is impossible, and breeding is not feasible either."
"Every veteran fisherman knows that these seaweeds in shallow seas need sunlight. Gotham's sunshine time makes it difficult for any plant to grow, let alone seaweeds. Coupled with the chemical pollution in the city, it may affect the offshore waters...
"Old Curry shook his head, obviously thinking that it is impossible for Gotham to develop fisheries.
Schiller nodded and thought it made sense. The greenery he saw in Gotham City was indeed not very good. Even if there were some trees and shrubs, they were not growing well. After coming to Blüdhaven, he found that the entire
The world became brighter, and even felt a little dazzling.
But in fact, this is where normal people should stay. The weather in Gotham where getting up at 10 a.m. is still the same as midnight is not suitable for human survival at all, and it is also not suitable for plants to survive.
While Schiller and Old Curry were talking about fisheries, Arthur suddenly put down the bowl, stood up, and said, "I almost forgot, wait a minute, I'll go out for a little while and I'll be back soon!"
After saying that, Arthur ran out in a hurry. Old Curry wrinkled and seemed a little dissatisfied, but he did not stop Arthur. Instead, he explained to Schiller: "Sorry, he has been
It’s always like this, I run out in the middle of the night and it takes me a long time to come back.”
Schiller smiled and said, "Maybe we are in love, right? Among the students I teach, there are also some who like to stay home late at night and go out to date their girlfriends."
"Who knows?" Old Curry sighed worriedly and said, "Arthur is too wild and flamboyant, and is not very popular with girls. Girls in the city prefer to be well-educated and polite like you."
A polite man, I'm still worried about his future marriage."
"They will always find their sweetheart." Schiller turned and looked out the window, just in time to see Arthur walking towards the beach. He continued: "Children of this age are like this, impulsive, confused, and don't know.
They are overwhelmed, but in a few years, they will grow up overnight."
"Sometimes, I don't want him to grow up." Old Curry looked at Arthur's figure outside the window. His tone seemed to be full of a different kind of emotion, and this sentence seemed to mean something.
After a while, the fish soup on the table had cooled down, and there was no more white mist coming out. The fireplace was lit, but the heat had subsided.
Arthur had not come back yet, so Schiller took up his umbrella and wanted to open the door and go out. Old Curry stopped him. He said, "Professor, you shouldn't go out so late again. Arthur will be back later."
"Don't worry, have you forgotten where I come from?"
"Oh my gosh, you're from Gotham, so it seems like I'm worried for nothing, but you'd better come back soon. It's a bit cold outside, so be careful not to catch a cold."
Schiller put on his coat, opened the door, and walked into the night of Blüdhaven.
It is indeed much quieter here than Gotham. There are no gang fights, no gunfire, no murderers dumping bodies, and no terrorists setting up explosives. Everything seems quiet and peaceful.
Schiller followed Arthur's footprints and came to the beach not far from the house. Then he saw Arthur sitting on a rock and talking to the air.
Perhaps, there was more than just air there. Schiller looked at the sea surface illuminated by the moonlight. Under the harsh waves, there was a group of fish surrounding Arthur's feet. Schiller heard Arthur saying to them:
"How is he today? Really? It's a pity that you can't talk, otherwise I will definitely let you tell him. If you persist, I will sail to rescue him soon."
"What? You mean he was injured?!" Arthur suddenly raised his voice. He stood up and said anxiously: "No, I have to sail the boat now. I have to help him!"
