Chapter 3 Chapter 4 You Are Actually a Good Person
The next day, it was estimated that there were still six days until arrival at the port. Each passing day, Jima counted off the days on her fingers.
In the afternoon, all the hammocks had been set up, and the sailors cheered with excitement. To celebrate, George bought a sheep, while the sailors slaughtered a “meat can” — a sea turtle — for a feast.
As a result, Jima was alone in the captain’s cabin, finishing her dinner.
If only the virgin were here.
Jima twirled her tail with one hand while resting her chin on the other, lost in thought.
At least I could tease him and distract myself from the loneliness.
At that moment, the door opened.
A damp-haired George walked in, his face flushed with wine. He waved to Jima and said:
“Jima, want to go out and chat?”
Jima set down her tail, which tucked back beneath her gauzy skirt. She turned her head and looked out the window. The sky was darkening, and a red sunset stained the horizon.
She replied, “It’s too late now.”
“It’s not bedtime yet.”
“I don’t want to chat with a bunch of stinky sailors and smell their foul alcohol breath.”
George approached Jima and said, “Just the two of us; I have something I want to discuss with you.”
Jima sniffled, catching a whiff of alcohol mixed with a hint of peach blossom.
“You’ve been drinking?”
“Yep.”
He even showered before coming in. Tsk, tsk, becoming more of a sycophant; I like it.
Jima stood up, a smile finally appearing on her face as she said:
“Sure.”
Jima walked out of the cabin with George. Under
