Posts from May Jones (Dracco). Auto-translated

From the room where Vlad remained, a monotonous noise could be heard, then a loud "Ouch" reached May's ears, accompanied by the sound of falling metal. Then there was another period of monotonous noise, followed by an "Oh" and the noise continued.

Having finished with herself and grabbed the tool, May descended.
- Need help?

– Oh, no, I found it, – Vlad showed the dynamometer. – Thank you. We can set off now.

- Alright, lead the way.

He confidently headed towards Johnson's house. The gatekeeper, with messy hair and bags under his eyes, opened the door. "What do you want, you idiot?" "Hey, Sam. Me and May want to borrow your boat and catch some Gish, for a biological experiment." "Get out of here," and the gatekeeper slammed the door shut. "Great, he said yes," Vlad said with a satisfied look and headed towards the shore. "Did you bring anything to eat? Who knows how long we'll be there."

- Nope, - May got ready to jump up and run after the food.

– No need, I borrowed your burner. If we catch anything, we’ll grill it and eat it right here.
A small boat was anchored near the pier. Its distinguishing feature was that the boat had purely symbolic sails (currently raised), but a metal engine was clearly visible on it. Vlad looked inside.
– Okay, we have a net. We have firewood for the fire. Well, we can set sail, – and he sat inside.

May also sat down and became genuinely interested in the engine.

– Why are you staring at it? Start it up.

May started the engine, but that didn't stop her from continuing to be interested in it.

And they sailed on the waves, not too fast, of course, as much as the steam engine allowed. Vlad cast a net and, pulling it in, didn't find any ghouls, but he caught two cod and three tilapia.
--And here's dinner!

- I think we can hold off on lunch for now.

While May was saying this, Vlad was already using a torch to process the driftwood. After finishing with the driftwood and then with the telapia, he cast the net several more times. At first, there was no luck, but when the fishermen had sailed a kilometer, thanks to Vlad's efforts, there were still a couple of gish in the boat.
--Okay, now you, May, take the ruler, and I'll take the dynamometer, and we... By the way, did you bring the ruler?
At that moment, a strange sound came from under the water, resembling, on the one hand, whale conversation, and on the other, someone's loud rumbling in their stomach.
--May, you refused to have lunch and now you're making such indecent noises! Even I do that rarely, only if I'm very hungry.

- It wasn't me. Honestly.

--Heh, don't be shy!
At that moment, they clearly felt something bump into the raft. A tip of a false tentacle emerged from the water.