汉森的故事

「Ice under the sea」

Hansen is not a cowardly man. He saw so many things these years. He has seen the most confusing rules，the battle between people on the dark side. Also, after all these years, death has long since become his good friend. So he calmed down quickly, and kept his two muddy eyes on the devil. Like the ice, like the knife.

"I'm the devil from ancient times. I know everything around this world. Before and future. I also have the strongest power in this world. In Fact, I can do everything I want."

"Haha, the strongest devil was stuck in a bottle. A bottle that can be opened by an old fisherman."

"This bottle is not a general bottle, and you are not a general fisherman. Right?"

The devil's eyes winked at the fisherman，and the fisherman smiled at the devil.

"Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Devil."

"You save me and give me free. Although many people are scared of me, I'm a good devil. I took a vow in the bottle.If someone saves me, I will repay him."

"How?"

"Fulfill your one wish. Money, youth, authority..... Different people have different wishes. You can tell me your wish tomorrow. I'm waiting for you here. Just follow the Rum, you will see me."

Fisherman walked to his house. He pondered this question on the way home，what did he want? Rejuvenate? Will, he doesn't like his life. His family died for a major event. He also lost his big ship and his most beautiful age by this event. He just wants to live like a normal person, work, eat and sleep to finish his boring life.

But the weather is more egregious than before. It's hard to catch fish because of the rain storm. When he goes to sleep, he always thinks about his life. He doesn't know he will wake up or not in the next day. No one can feel good by working so hard like this.

"Oh, I got the answer. I need the money!"

Yes, the fisherman needs money. If he has money, he can buy a big ship, and hire lots of crew. They help him catch fish, and he sells them. If everything goes well, he will be more and more rich. His life will be more and more colorful.

The fisherman loses sleep. He is thinking all night. He thinks about the name for his ship, he also thinks about his new house, it should have two floors and have a big garden. He will get a pet dog. It can accompany the fisherman as a good friend.

When the fisherman woke up, he smelled the rum. He follows the rum, walk and walk. But he still doesn't know what another smell is. Smells like fermented fruit and danger.

He goes to that stone beach，the devil standing with his back to the fisherman.

"You got the answer?" The devil wears a big black gown. His voice is muffled with the shelter for the gown.

"I want money."

"Oh, a surprise answer. You want money?"

"Yeah, just give me money, and I will leave." Fisherman was a little impatient.

"Do you have a family?" The devil asked.

"Sorry, what?" Fisherman don't know why the devil asks this question.

"F-A-M-I-L-Y, family."

"Yes, before. They died because of a man with a big beard."

As soon as the fisherman uttered these words, a lot of memories broke into his mind, like an impolite guest.

It's a piece of memory so far from now that he almost forgot it.

A place so cold and wet. The wind blew the rain to his face. Hansen stands on his ship and looks helplessly into the distance. He saw the Blackbeard Pirates raise that glittering scimitar. That scimitar is so cold. Like a piece of ice. Hansen's wife and daughter tied to the mast. The red moonlight is reflected on their necks by the scimitar.

He felt the red splash on his face. Eva's head falling into the sea. Down and down and down. A splash is the final farewell. Lily's head is on the Blackbeard's scimitar. Her eyes are wide open. With hopeless, with resentment.

The bitter rain, salty seawater and the fishy blood mix together, it tastes really really bad, with something else.

The Avenger shaking off the head on the knife's point. Use it to hooking up a red wine glass filled with rain, blood and gunpowder.

Hansen requests Blackbeard kill himself. He wants to meet his family on the other side of the world.

The Blackbeard laughed. So loud and long. Hovering in his deepest mind and deepest heart. Like a blackened bat. Never come out, but also never dissipate.