Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 282 The Imprisoned Mermaid (1)

[Ding——The mission world is loading——]

[The mission world has been released, and the client information is being released——]

The client is named Molly, a mermaid who has not yet reached adulthood.

Because she was curious about the human world, she always ignored the advice of her tribesmen. Whenever a ship passed by on the sea, she couldn't help but secretly emerge from the sea to observe from afar.

One day she saw a huge ship. She had never seen such a big ship before, so she followed it out of curiosity. As a result, she was caught in a special fishing net and brought up.

She was imprisoned in the captain's bedroom, staying with him day and night.

A year later, she heard from the crew that the captain was going to transport her to land and sell her at a high price. In panic, she used a fish tail to break the water tank that held her.

Without the nourishment of sea water, her fish tail quickly turned into human legs, and every step she took felt like walking on the edge of a knife.

In the end, she was fucked to death in the bedroom.

Before she died, she offered her soul, hoping someone could help her return to the sea.

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Before Molly opened her eyes, she smelled a strong aroma of alcohol.

When I opened my eyes, I saw dozens of round wine barrels stacked in the corner, and piles of potatoes, tomatoes and corn in baskets piled next to them.

He was curled up in a corner, wrapped in a net made of rough hemp rope.

Molly lowered her head and saw the long fish tail on her lower body.

The sea water beneath her body gradually seeped into the gaps in the wooden floor, and her fishtail gradually became transparent, revealing a little bit of the shape of her legs.

Molly tried to sit up, but she didn't have the strength.

I don't know how long it was, but when she was about to lose consciousness again, the deck of the cabin was opened, and the dazzling light shone on Molly's thin eyelids.

She felt a sting in her eyes, and then a series of slow and heavy footsteps accompanied by the creaking sound of the staircase planks sounded in the cabin.

Molly opened her eyes with the last bit of strength she had left, only to see five gem rings of different colors emitting a faint glow on the rough fingers of the man, and a red scimitar pinned to his waistband.

Before she lost consciousness, she heard a deep human voice.

"Look at this poor little thing."

The man stared at the little mermaid who had legs appearing in front of him, sneered, walked to the little mermaid leisurely, squatted down, pulled out the scimitar in his hand and cut the annoying fishing net.

...

When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer in the dark and damp cabin.

Molly was placed in a huge, transparent rectangular fish tank filled with fresh sea water, and the gills behind her ears were opening and closing to breathe.

With specially made fish tanks and fishing nets, this group of people came fully prepared, just to catch mermaids.

The discomfort in her body had completely dissipated. Molly floated out of the water and lay on the edge of the bathtub to observe the luxurious bedroom.

This must be the bedroom of that damn pirate captain.

The fish tank beneath her was placed next to the bed.

The four bedposts were exquisitely carved with sirens and wave patterns, and the bed curtains were made of dark red oriental silk, which blew onto Molly's wet arms in the sea breeze.

The bed was covered with a soft tiger-skin blanket, and even the pillows were inlaid with gold threads visible to the naked eye.

Turning around, I saw a huge nautical map made of cowhide hanging on the wall opposite the bed, and there seemed to be something marked on the map with red ink.

In addition, there were two long scimitars and a long-barreled musket hanging on the wall.

Under the map was an old oak table, on which lay several gold cups inlaid with gems and silver pots carved with intricate patterns.

The corners of the room were also filled with loot.

Boxes of gold coins and jewels, so many that they couldn't even be contained, were scattered all over the floor.

There are also precious porcelain and silk that were obviously looted from merchant ships.

On the side close to the water tank, there is a tightly closed wooden door and a large round window, in front of which is a finely crafted telescope.

Through the window, she could see the endless gray sea.

It seemed that the wind was blowing outside, and the boat was swaying more violently. The water underneath also splashed out of the water tank due to the shaking, wetting the thick and exquisite carpet beside it.

There was a commotion on the deck not far away, and soon the sound of the sails being reefed was heard.

Molly no longer cared about the outside world. She looked down at her plump and strong fish tail and long tail fin.

The original owner's fish tail appears blue at first glance, but if you look closely you will find that the scales change color as the body sways.

Her tail fin is long and thin, the color of the fish bones is gorgeous and beautiful, and the membrane in the middle is like an almost transparent blue.

Her golden hair reached her hips and was scattered in the water like seaweed.

The upper body of a mermaid is not exactly the same as that of a human. There are small fins on the elbows, arms, and ear tips. The closer to the bone joints, the more densely packed scales there are.

There is a thin layer of webbing from the palm to the first knuckle.

Just as she was about to lower her head to look at herself through the water, the door less than two meters away from the water tank suddenly opened.

As the whistling sea breeze rushed into the house, a tall figure walked in with a bent waist.

"woke up?"

The man had a handsome face like a sculpture, with deep facial features unique to Westerners, especially his pair of emerald green eyes, which were bright but concealed a murderous intent.

The man was a burly man, dressed in a light cotton and linen shirt, a brown vest, breeches and riding boots. He wore a leather three-legged hat on his head, and his brown hair was slightly curly and long, braided and beaded.

He seemed to be in a good mood, his hands resting on the machete and pistol on his waist, and he walked towards Molly step by step with leisurely movements.

Seeing that Molly was staring at him intently, the man reached out and clamped Molly's jaw, shaking it left and right as if he was examining a commodity.

"Are you an adult?"

Mermaids cannot speak human language. In the sea, they use sound waves unique to mermaids to convey information.

The various colorful gem rings on his hands made her face hurt. Molly frowned and wanted to reach out and slap the man's hand away.

Seeing that she didn't respond, the man forcefully pried open Molly's mouth, inserted his fingers into her mouth, and examined her teeth.

When he touched the mermaid's tongue, he pressed the root of her tongue viciously.

This action angered Molly. She bit the other person's finger viciously and grabbed it while the other person was in pain.

The mermaid's nails were long and sharp, and in an instant, three blood marks appeared on the back of the man's hand.

Seeing a bloody tooth mark on his index finger and bloodstains on the back of his hand, the man's smile disappeared. He snorted coldly, grabbed Molly's hand, picked up the scissors, and cut her nails neatly with a neat movement.

The man was too strong, and Molly was constrained by the small water tank that was only big enough for her to stretch out. She could only flap the fish's tail weakly, and large splashes of water splashed onto the floor.

"There has never been any prey I couldn't tame."

While she was struggling, Molly's hands were held down, and the other hand slowly stroked the scales on her fish tail.

The man leaned over and put his head behind her ear. His voice was low and pleasant, but it was filled with malicious threats.

"Be good and obey me, or I'll scrape all the scales off your body."