他搞不清状况，但身体比脑子转得快。林然低头看了看这身破破烂烂的海魂披风，料子硬得跟盔甲似的，挂在外面难受得很。他随手抄起旁边一根不知哪儿来的木棍，试着戳了戳，嘿，还挺结实。这玩意儿既然是海魂，总得有个用处。

“操，先搞点吃的！” 林然骂骂咧咧地爬起来，环顾四周。脚下是软泥，抬头是阴沉得要滴水的天空，远处几艘破船歪歪扭扭地漂着，像是搁浅的乌龟。昨晚的记忆断断续续地冒出来——好像跟什么海贼火拼，然后就天旋地转了。

他舔了舔干裂的嘴唇，肚子不争气地咕咕叫。这身海魂披风愣是没给他添半点好处，倒是把他当成了移动的海上行宫，任凭海风吹雨打，硬邦邦的。林然觉得这玩意儿透着一股子邪性，像是在嘲讽他这落魄样。

正纠结着先找吃的还是先找地方躲躲雨，脚底下突然一软，差点没站稳。低头一看，好家伙，脚陷进了软泥里。林然皱了皱眉，用力一拔，泥点子溅了他一脸。这鬼地方除了破船和软泥，连根草屑都瞅不见。

“妈的，这他妈是哪儿？” 林然 curses under his breath, kicking aside a loose piece of driftwood. It splashed and sank without a trace, showing how deep the mud could be. He decided climbing onto one of those derelict ships might be a good idea. At least up there, he wouldn't sink into the goop.

He started hauling himself up a particularly sturdy-looking boat. The wood groaned under his weight, and a few loose planks rattled loose. Below, the mudflats stretched out like a sticky pizza crust, glistening under the gloomy sky. A school of small fish darted through the shallows, too fast to identify.