Vivian's father was a very serious and old-fashioned man.
Probably all people who studied history had such a personality.
He said that he didn't want Vivian to have any contact with his research, so he completed the renovation of the study with a strong will and added a big lock.
However, for the naughty Joan, picking locks was not a difficult skill to master.
He and Vivian had been waiting for several days, during which their father seemed to have been studying in the study without eating or sleeping.
It was not until someone from the university came to inform them that they had to pack up and attend an important meeting that they could not miss.
"Come!"
Watching the car disappear at the end of the street, Joan immediately closed the curtains and waved at Vivian. "Mom is going to attend a cosmetics launch. We have the whole morning!"
The siblings came to the study.
Vivian stared at the door of the study. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to hear the sound of waves.
The wooden door seemed to have become wet and full of salty smell. Behind it did not seem to be a study, but a blue sea.
'Supernatural power! '
Vivian took a deep breath and made up her mind to carefully examine the diary.
Through this period of study, she knew that this kind of book containing supernatural power was extremely dangerous!
"Watch me."
Joan took out two small iron wires, inserted them into the keyhole, and gently pulled.
Click!
With a sound, the iron lock opened.
"Ma'am, please!"
Joan opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.
"My big brother, if you can spend your time studying instead of picking locks, Mom and Dad will be proud of you …" Vivian rolled her eyes. "Also … we can stop here. I will restore everything. I don't think you want to read with me, right?"
The illusion just now made her know that there was a high probability that there was danger in the study.
And Joan was just an ordinary person and should not be involved in such a storm.
'I want to protect my family! 'Vivian silently swore in her heart.
"Of course..." Joan yawned. "Compared to reading... I would rather go back and continue to sleep. My gift is here, so I will leave first. "
After he finished speaking, he left without looking back. It was as if looking at those documents in the study was a great torture.
...
Vivian closed the door, looked at the furnishings in the study, and breathed a sigh of relief.
She came to her father's desk and looked at the messy draft paper.
These should be some inspirations and thoughts that were casually recorded when he was studying that journal. Most of them were fragmented.
Vivian glanced at it and saw a line of words — Savins Town!
This was probably the area where the owner of the diary lived, but she did not recognize it at all.
Only when he looked down did he realize that it was a remote town by the sea. Even now, it was not developed and did not produce anything.
If he wasn't a specialist in geography, he would probably have to search for half a day on the map to find this small and broken place.
Vivian sat on her father's chair and opened the drawers one by one.
When she pulled out the middle drawer on the right, a black journal came into view.
"I found you!"
Vivian smiled mischievously, but her expression soon became serious. She took out the diary and placed it on the desk.
After opening the black cover, she found that the paper inside was yellowed, and there were some mildew spots on the edges. It also seemed to be a little wet. When she touched it with her fingers, she felt like she was touching some kind of mucus.
This reminded her of a slug, and she couldn't help but feel disgusted.
But at this moment, he forced himself to look at the first page.
[Year 1306, April 1]
[The sea played a huge joke on me. In the past few months, our harvest has been very small … This amount of codfish is not enough to satisfy me and my crew. We all have a family to support. Although life is difficult, nothing can stop me because we are the people of the sea!]
"1306? About 300 years ago? "Vivian muttered to herself.
At that time, the steam engine and the telephone had not been invented yet. The entire world was shrouded in backwardness and ignorance. Naturally, fishermen were also a very difficult profession.
Without scientific guidance and steam-powered ships, fishing completely depended on the experience of the old fishermen and a part of luck.
[Year 1306, May 2 or 3]
[Drifting at sea for a long time, I have lost some of my time. In addition, I forgot to keep a journal for a period of time, so I don't know if this is the day … Today, we encountered a storm and lost a sail. Life is really terrible … No, as the captain, I have to pull myself together.]
…
[Year 1306, June]
[Great harvest! The God of the Sea has finally blessed us. We can go back again. Today, the flatfish cooked by the chef seems to be especially delicious. I miss Xiataya. Looking at the time, she should be giving birth soon. It's a pity that I can't be by her side. This is the fate of the people of the sea.]
…
[Year 1306, July 5]
[The ship has reached the shore, and I also know the exact time. Good news, Xiataya has given birth to a pair of twins. I plan to name the elder brother Owen and the younger sister Faith … Work hard, Spot. You will have to shoulder more people's lives in the future.]
…
Vivian frowned. It looked like a very ordinary fisherman's journal called Spot.
'Maybe I'm overthinking it. There's nothing special about it. That's great …'
She heaved a sigh of relief and continued to turn the page.
This captain did not keep a journal every day. He would only write when he thought of something or when something special happened.
[Year 1307, March 12]
[I can't believe it. I caught a monster today! It's hard to imagine that there is such a creature in the world. It looks like a combination of a human and a fish, with gills … Old Hawke immediately knelt down. He said that they are the 'Children of the Sea', the true darling of the sea. But I think it's just an ugly monster. I'm going to bring it back to the town. Maybe the scholars will be willing to pay a high price for it, even if it's just a carcass!]
[Year 1307, March 15]
[That monster seems to be able to speak? I must be crazy … But it's weak. It's dying. Even if we feed it seawater, it won't help … Old Hawke said that we will be cursed, hehe …]
[Year 23rd]
[The monster is really dead. Before it died, it seemed to be shouting something. It was a very strange sound that made people's hair stand on end … I'm going to make it into dried fish so that it'll be easier to store.]
[Year 29th]
[The curse has come true. We haven't found anything since that day. Old Hawke went missing last night … Hell, how could he go missing on a fishing boat? Did he accidentally fall into the sea when he was peeing at night? But what about the scales and footprints I found?]
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