C13 The Blessing of the Gift

The Crescent Moon had been resupplied, Connie's stamping equipment had been installed, and Jimmy had boarded the flying boat, but the Crescent Moon had not yet taken off.

Now there was a problem, and it was one of the reasons why successive flying boat captains had not wanted women on the voyage.

There was nowhere to put the sleeping Vivian.

There were small rooms on the Crescent, but they were few and far between, and there were only three of them.

One was the captain's room for Albert's exclusive use, one for Hilpeter's first mate's, and the other was used by Albert to put away odds and ends which he had collected and which might come in handy, but as for the rest of the crew they lived in large compartments below decks on the first level, where they had fairly comfortable hammocks.

Now that the utility room had been cleared for the entertainment of the gold master, Upton, it would be necessary for Hilpeter to go to the big compartment in order to vacate it again.

After half a day's thought about the appropriate words, Albert had just made this request, and Hilpeter had immediately agreed, which was totally unexpected by Albert.

However, when he saw how carefully Hilpeter was organizing the room, as if he was afraid of waking up Vivian, Albert sighed.

He called Hilpeter to the deck, avoiding the crew members who were carrying things, and whispered, "What's the matter with you, a guy who goes looking for a woman as soon as he docks?

What's going on today?"

Hilpeter froze at the question, failing to comprehend the captain's meaning.

"Why have you put away that funk you usually have?"

"Ah, you're talking about that... ...... I don't know, I just thought, I'm old enough and I've had enough fun, it's time to set up a family."

"She's owned."

Hill Peter froze and asked, "Who is it? Our gold master this time?"

"No. Didn't you see who carried Vivian here?"

"Oh, the attendant?

They're not married, what do I care."

Hilpeter's words choked Albert to the point where he just rolled his eyes, in terms of eloquence, he was just a warhorse.

"Attendant or not let's not start with that, he's not bad."

"I'm not bad either!''

Hillpeter clasped his shoulders, it seemed that in the matter of pursuing Vivian, Walter's appearance had instead aroused his desire.

Albert originally wanted to persuade Hillpeter to give up, but he couldn't just say that Ampton was a former royal family, nor could he say that Walter was the king's guard .

Guard .

He frowned for a while and realized that the decision on this matter rested with Vivian.

This is a free love affair in the end, the two of them spend time together and have an emotional foundation, and you, Hilpeter, will not get your way.

But Albert does not want to Hill Peter lose too badly, which makes the relationship tense in the future exploration mission how to carry out?

Thinking of this, Albert felt that he needed to set a bottom line for Hilpeter.

"Hey, Hilpeter, don't fight with Walter because of this matter.

After the Crescent Moon really belongs to you, I don't care if you just throw Walter off the ship, but not before that."

Hillpeter scratched his cheek and accepted the captain's order, but this matter was hard for him, he was the first mate on the ship.

As soon as the Crescent Moon was off the ground, even that gold master Ampton would have to listen to him in a way.

The Crescent Moon weighed anchor.

The cabins were so stuffed with supplies and plenums that there wasn't much room left in the big crew compartments.

Albert stood with Upton at the bow of the ship, looking out at the endless blue sea in his vision, and he suddenly remembered the legend Upton had told.

Albert looked at his pocket watch and spat, "It's really too late than expected, the sun will set if we don't get going."

Upton looked up at the sun hanging overhead, unable to comprehend, and looked at Albert.

"Ah, sorry, where we come from the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, after the sun goes down it gets dark and the sky is filled with the moon and stars."

"Interesting world, if this is true, you should miss it."

Albert sighed as the green of the turquoise sea ahead connected with the blue of the sky in a slightly upward arc.

"Yeah, an iced Coke would be nice this time of year."

"Ice Coke? Is that a drink in your world?"

Upton asked curiously, and then realized with dismay that he had ceased to think Albert's world a legend, and had grown interested in that

world had bred interest.

"No, it is a drink.

As soon as you take a sip you'll realize that its coldness will completely saturate your mouth, the sweetness will explode on every single one of your taste buds, you won't be able to stop smacking your lips, and you won't be able to stop coming back to it over and over again."

Upton had never heard of a drink with a description similar to this one, but Albert's description made him swallow, creating a sense of longing.

"What a wonderful drink ...... Mr. Albert, can you tell us more about your world?"

Albert was happy to do so, and like a child with a strange hobby who had finally found a partner with similar interests, he began to show off his

memories that were full of otherworldly colors.

He reminisced and recounted them, describing them as meticulously as he had been told the legend by Upton in the hotel in the morning.

This was a pleasure in itself for Albert.

He was like a cow, regurgitating his precious memories and the life he had left behind, recollecting them over and over again in the telling.

And Upton became more and more interested in his narrative.

As a royal he saw the world differently, and he was immediately drawn to the grand world history of that world.

Eventually, like Albert, he began to ignore the other man's pauses and ask after the subsequent events without regard for propriety.

They were suddenly like confidants who had not seen each other for a long time, expressing their respective views on something, as if their views represented their respective worlds a

They were as if they represented their own worlds.

Behind them, a crow rested on the deck, its feathers ruffled by the breeze, and it lifted its wings and landed on the lookout.

Jimmy, who was on duty at the lookout, looked around, saw that no one was watching, and then retreated into the lookout.

He rolled up his sleeve and saw the bulge on his left arm creeping along with his heartbeat.

Nervously, Jimmy reached up and pressed his hand against the bump, rubbing it hard until the skin was on fire.

But when he let go, the writhing bump was still there, like a worm lurking under the skin.

Eyes full of tension, he pulled out his dagger and stared at the bump, panting violently with tension.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he stabbed the bulge so hard that the skin was cut open, and blood flowed down his arm with the stinging pain that came from it.

However, he failed to see anything wriggling through the small cut, and incredulously he widened the wound again, even dropping the dagger to reach

in and tried to turn over the layers of muscle as well.

"What? Are you going to refuse the blessing of the god Prymus?"

The voice came out of nowhere, startling the already sweaty Jimmy into backing away while fumbling with the dagger he had dropped to the ground.

The raven had appeared again, standing on the lookout's fence with its head tilted sideways, staring at itself with those nasty cross pupils.

"What the hell do you want!? I did everything you said why are you still haunting me!"

The suppressed shout made Jimmy look even more hysterical as he clutched his dagger, his teeth gnashing.

"Don't be silly, if it wasn't for the blessing of the god Prymus, you would have died in that accident like your family."

As the raven finished speaking, the bird's beak nudged at Jimmy's healing arm a few times, as if to remind the other man of the importance of the blessing.

Jimmy looked at the still writhing, but indeed rapidly healing wound, and after a brief moment of surprise, he reached out his hand lightning fast.

That hand went straight for the smaller and smaller wound, eventually grabbing the writhing thing in his bloody arm.

Then he jerked it outward, and a small, thumb-thick tentacle was yanked out, which contracted backward with a force that was resisting Jimmy's pulling

It was resisting Jimmy's pull.

Jimmy gritted his teeth and yanked out a longer part of the tentacle, and just when he thought he was about to get rid of it, he was shocked to realize that part of the small arm of his left hand had been pulled out of the tentacle.

that the small arm portion of his left hand hung limp, like a glove that had been removed.

He screamed and ducked backward hitting his head on the fence with a bang.

"Hey! Jimmy! What's going on up there?"

At the sound of the Captain's voice, Jimmy scrambled to his feet, hiding his left arm behind his back in a look of embarrassment at having been caught in the act.

"I'm sorry Captain, I just fell over."

The captain didn't seem suspicious, and after telling Jimmy to be safe, he continued to chat with the gentleman, much to Jimmy's relief.

But then he remembered his left hand, which was like a deflated balloon, and he hurriedly looked down to check it, only to see that it was as good as new.

There was no softening, no wound, not even blood, it was all as if his own twisted body had been reversed and restored by the fall, without a

slightest trace of it.

But he still didn't like his body, because it was as if there was another person, or rather something, whispering and murmuring in his body.

Jimmy didn't understand the language at all, and the whispers made him so confused and crazy that he wished he hadn't gotten into Primrose's good graces and died by his family's side.

He looked off into the distance, letting the raven flutter its black wings and land on his shoulder.

"What would it take to ask the god Pryms to withdraw his blessing."

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

The raven's voice was low, like bubbles churning in a swamp.

"I just want to walk in peace."

The raven let out a soft chuckle, followed by a few soft chirps as it spread its wings.

A wave of relief washed over Jimmy, the whisper that had nearly driven him mad vanished, and he looked down to see that the bumps on his wrists that had squirmed with his heartbeat had disappeared completely as well.

He stood up and jumped twice, he'd never felt more in shape than he did today.

"Now do you still want to die?"

A flicker of sadness flashed across Jimmy's face, and he hung his head, not speaking again.

"If you continue to do as I say, I can help you bring your sister back to life when it's done, something the god Pryms can do no matter how long it's been."

No longer sad, Jimmy looked up with excitement and a look of ecstasy in his eyes.

"Really? If I try harder, can Plames save my whole family?"

"No, son, your parents are not in a position to be saved."

Disappointment didn't stay on Jimmy's face for long, devotion appeared and he sat down on his knees in the lookout to the raven in front of him, the words of praise lilting out of his mouth.

The raven stood on the fence, looking down proudly upon the boy before him, and patiently accepting his praise, like a majestic idol looking down upon the world from behind the altar.