Scorpion（练练笔，背背单词。）(2)

Beside the egress of the stood light a young usher, up a sea blue beret at a slant, asking the disembarking whether there was a need of help pull their packages. All refused, bar none. But there was always a turn. A cluster of clanks evoked the young usher who turned head and a nubile stout affair plodding down stair. She used to a strong mercenary with the title of “the man with a soul of Odin”. Her sexual chests are full of flesh with a bush of black yarn ball being seen through her translucent satin. As the young usher closed his jaw going to support the lady, she felt a fit of nausea and throw the leftover with a smell of sardine out of her throat. “Sucker, you saw me.” The flesh wearing a weaved black thick chest hair had astounded the young usher as he now was shaken by the lady’s abusive word and he knew he had stirred a hornet. “There is a handkerchief in my luggage bag. Hurry.” The young usher trembled for a cold and hauled the lady’s luggage into view and proceeded to burrow in its interior. Under the sponge-bag, it was a handkerchief folded into a triangle with something like a claw of crab embroidered on. “You have been a fisher women?” The young usher tried to break the awkward air inquiring in his best respect like a butler. “Sucker.” The usher man got frozen and the lady resumed, “It is a scorpion, son.” “Sorry.” said the usher. “Be shrewd if you don’t intend to change your job to what that obtuse does. ” she fingered a porter in a plain sweat-seeped vest shouldering a cambric sack of goods. The young usher inclined head a bit. The odd lady unfolded her handkerchief and wiped her lips and turned to the young usher, “It is a trophy, son. I captured it in an oriental. Have you visited to Asia?” the lady’s eyes fell on the usher. ”No, ma’am. This is my first sail. ” “You should. ” “You must have visited there?” “No, not visited, I embarked that land as a soldier.” “You are enrolled?” the usher asked with a grimace. “I was a man in the past as an enrolled soldier in army. I had been a navy but I do not fit sea. ” “Sorry, ma’am, beg my pardon. A man?” ”Yes. It was from the scorpion. That was in the night of 1899.”