汉森的故事

「Fire from the sun」

There was a beach covered with fine golden sand. During the day, blue sky and white clouds cooperate with each other, to make a harmonious painting. At night, the moon light melts in the seawater, the voices of wind and waves compose a song to help our friend fall asleep. When the sun just dye the sea red like the fire, the fisherman wakes up and leaves to the cabin, going fishing as before. There is a small wooden sign next to the cabin. A line of words on it: Hansen White's house.The fiery red and tough words makes others feel at ease and warm inexplicably

But today, something seems to have changed.

Hansen found that his limbs became stiffer than before.Even nearly fell when got out of bed,it may be because of too much work.

He doesn't know why, the road to the sea is longer than before. He feels strange,but this feeling disappears soon because he is so tired.

If it was before, he would smell a little fishy from the sea on this road. but today, he couldn't feel the smell from the sea, but smelled something strange.

Um, It seems to be many different scents mixed together. Among these smells, Hansen found the smell of rum he was familiar with, in fact, It's been a long time since he last drank. Smell of the Rum made him so excited, so he pick up the pace.

His way forward changed from walking to running, and then to recklessly running wildly.

What made him stop was a rock big enough to trip him up, he fell down and his head hit the ground very heavy. Intense pain calms him down and gets the Rum out of his head. He felt a little dizzy, like a drunken crew member on a ship.The hard gravel beneath his feet made him uncomfortable

He shakes his head quickly, and looks to the sky, the web from the Night God covering the sky. Stars shone and shone. Just like many eyes staring at him sternly. It's not a good feeling. But Hansen needs them to find his way.

Today is a strange and gray day, I should catch some fish more expensive than before to comfort my exhausted heart. Hansen said while spilling the nets with hope.

The fishing net splashes gracefully in the water in a circular pattern.

Before closing the net, the fisherman's hands made three quick obeisances towards the sea. And then, he put two hands on the net, took a deep breath and power up his hands. He seem to sense that at one end of the net was a huge fish. So he happily pulls the net up. Hansen opens the net, and there is a bottle lying in the middle. He doesn't know if it's a hallucination,but he could feel the breath faintly coming from the bottle. Like a sleeping giant beast. A dark blue mist shimmers rhythmically in the bottle. And the corks are the color of the sun. It has an ancient floral pattern on it.

If Hansen sells this bottle, everything will be fine. Countless experts in archaeology, science and religion would be frantically competing for this miraculous artifact. He could also sell it for a good price to improve his life. But his desire to know drives him to uncork the bottle.

His hesitant hand just touch the cork，it popped out really fast. just like a bullet shot by a crazy guy. This guy is trying to shoot Polaris down and hiding the darkness in his heart.

The strange thing is that Polaris really flashed a few times and then, It's extinguished.

That blue mist becomes more shiny and blood-like gushing out in front of the fisherman. What an amazing sight! The fisherman rubbed his eyes in surprise. When he opened his eyes, a nine-foot-tall blue figure stood in front of him.

"Nice to meet you."

the blue guy speaking with a tone of voice and body movements that are so joyful as to be almost crazy. He waves his arms in an exaggerated manner. It looks scary, but his courtesy reassures the fisherman, so he asks the blue guy with a trembling voice.

"Who are you?"

"Someone called me "The Djinn"，someone called me "Mr. Davy Jones", but the name that most people call me is......"

"What?"

"THE DEVIL"

A flash of lightning struck down, tearing a long gash on the night god's net, fisherman's heart shocked with this giant voice. Because of the thunder, or the devil.