Deep Sea Embers Chapter 9: Go and return and return
The sun is bright.
If that luminous object hanging high in the sky is really the sun, then its "sunshine"...is really bright.
Duncan didn't know how long he stared at the sky until his eyes became sore and unbearable, and he finally retracted his eyes from the clouds, but the "sun" attitude was still deeply imprinted on his retinas and deep in his mind. , even if he closed his eyes, he could still clearly recall what it looked like-the sphere emitting a faint golden light, the light flow that twisted and escaped around the sphere, and the concentric ring structure running quietly around the sphere.
The sun is not like this, the sun should not be like this - in the world he is familiar with, even under the sky of alien stars, the stars hanging high in the sky will not look like this.
But now he has to accept the truth.
He is in a foreign land, a farther land than imagined.
Even the sun had become something he couldn't understand.
Duncan turned his head subconsciously and looked at the door in front of the captain's room.
Pushing the door in, you can return to the room where he has lived for many years, to his bachelor apartment.
But outside that room, the thick fog had already obscured the whole world, and the "hometown" he was familiar with, in a sense, only the last 30-square-meter hut was left.
The "home" that seems to be able to return as long as the door is opened is actually just another lonely boat.
In the long silence, the voice of the goat head suddenly entered Duncan's ears: "Captain, where are we going next? Do you have any sailing plans?"
A sailing plan? How could Duncan have that kind of thing - although he also really wanted to immediately formulate a perfect plan for exploring the world and finalize the next voyage, he didn't even have a normal chart at hand, let alone. I know what kind of land there is in this world, what forces it has, and I don't know if this endless ocean has an end.
He had just figured out how to pilot the Lost a few hours ago.
But he still pondered, and after a few minutes he said in his heart: "Where did the ship that collided with the Lost Homes come from?"
"What city-states do you want to go to?" Goathead's voice was a little surprised, and then he discouraged, "I suggest you don't approach the waterways controlled by those city-states...at least not now. Although you are the great Duncan Captain, but the state of Homeless is...after all, it's not as good as it used to be, and the garrison navies and the Holy See Guards of those city-states will definitely do their best to resist your...attack."
Duncan was a little speechless for a while. He suddenly wanted to know what the "Captain Duncan" he replaced was doing in the past, so that it seemed that showing up in the world could instantly stimulate A group of 25 people would have...
And listening to the euphemism in Goat's Head's words, Duncan also realized that the current state of the Lost and his "captain" does not seem to be as good as it usually compliments - dare to love the ghost captain and his ship The reason why tigers roam the ocean is actually because they dare not return to the ports of the civilized world?
Another way of saying a true exile is a journey to the end of the world!
Duncan is a little distressed. He urgently needs to find a way to understand the world. He must find a way to contact the "civilized society" of this world, whether it is to survive here for a long time or to solve the mystery and return to what he is familiar with. He can't continue to wander on this endless ocean, and the problem is—
The "civilized society" of this world doesn't seem to think so.
In the eyes of the locals, "Captain Duncan" is a world boss who waves outside the main city. Once it appears in the field of vision, you must pull a 25-person group...
Duncan sighed—if there was a book on the "Lost Home", he wouldn't be so passive. His only source of intelligence here was the goat's head, but at this stage he He didn't dare to reveal his details too much in front of that goat head.
But then again...how come there isn't even a book on such a big ship?
A lonely and long voyage is an extreme stressful environment for people living at sea. People always need some means of relieving stress. Ordinary sailors may not have time to read and entertain, but the dignified "Captain Duncan" "...It can't be illiterate, can it?
You must know that a "captain" is a skilled craft that requires a high level of knowledge. Even the most rude and savage pirates must at least have a captain who can read charts, understand astrology, and calculate routes. Row.
Having some doubts in his heart, Duncan asked casually - he asked very cautiously, as if he was mentioning it casually, but Goat Head answered without any hesitation:
"Books? Reading books at sea is a dangerous thing. The deep depths and those guys in the warp are waiting for the mortal minds to have loopholes all the time, and the only safe readings are those issued by the Holy See" Classic', that thing is safe, but it's better to wash the deck if it's boring to read... Haven't you always been disinterested in the Holy See?"
Duncan raised his eyebrows.
How can it be life-threatening to read a book at sea? Are only the Holy See's "canon" safe to read? What the **** is wrong with this boundless sea?
It seemed that he had acquired a little more knowledge about the world, but with it came new doubts. Duncan had to force these new doubts into his heart. He came to the end of the ship's side and looked into the distance. Endless sea and sky.
That round of golden "sun" shone a thousand feet of light, and the waves reflected on the sea surface were like finely broken gold foil - if you don't consider the too strange appearance of the sun, this is indeed a beautiful scenery.
"I'd like to hear your advice," Duncan finally said cautiously to Goat Head after hesitating, "I'm a little tired of this aimless voyage, maybe..."
Just halfway through his words, a strange "feeling" suddenly came from the bottom of his heart. This feeling came from the connection between him and "Homeless", as if some "foreign object" suddenly came into contact with The ship, and then, he heard a "dong" sound from the stern direction, as if something heavy hit the deck.
Duncan frowned, and then he pulled out the flintlock pistol that had been loaded at his waist. With the other hand, he pulled out the one-handed long sword, and then quickly ran to the voice. direction.
A moment later, he came to the stern deck, and he was stunned by something lying still on the deck.
It's the ornate wooden box that looks like a coffin.
It's that weird puppet.
A creepy feeling came to Duncan's heart. He stared at the still wet box, as if the latter would suddenly open on its own in the next second, and then he noticed around the lid of the wooden box. The nails are gone.
Those were the nails he nailed before throwing the box into the sea, and it should be very strong.
After standing vigilantly beside the box for several minutes, Duncan finally made up his mind. He clenched the flintlock pistol in one hand, and the long sword in the other hand penetrated the gap in the lid of the wooden box. Firmly pry it open.
The ornate lid creaked open, and the inanimate Gothic figure still lay there, surrounded by a red velvet lining, like a sleeping princess.
Duncan stared at the puppet for a few seconds, before speaking in a serious tone (he believed he was showing enough authority for the moment): "If you're alive, get up and talk to me. "
After saying this twice, the doll still remained motionless.
Duncan looked at her with a serious expression, and finally said lightly: "Very good, then I can only send you back."
After he finished speaking, he closed the lid again without hesitation, then took the tools and nailed coffin nails crisscrossing the box. After hammering the nails, he found an iron chain and used the box. Attach the original hook and secure its lid firmly.
After doing all this, Duncan straightened up and clapped his hands with satisfaction, and nodded slightly at the "coffin" who was **** by himself and added a circle of coffin nails: "This time you shouldn't be able to open the coffin and get up. ."
After speaking, he kicked the box into the sea again without hesitation.
Watching the box fall into the water, and watching the box rise and fall with the current and drift away, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and left the stern.
But as soon as he was halfway there, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the direction where the box was floating away again.
The wooden box is still drifting on the sea.
Duncan nodded, turned his head and walked away, then turned back suddenly.
The box is still floating on the sea, and has drifted far, far away.
"Maybe I should put a cannonball or something in it so it sinks..."
Duncan muttered, then turned around and walked slowly towards the captain's room~IndoMTL.com~ You are being a bit harsh on that lady. ' The voice of the goat head echoed in his head.
"Shut up - you call a cursed puppet 'lady'?"
"That does look like a cursed puppet...but what curse on the Infinity Sea could compare to the Lost Homes and the great Captain Duncan? Captain, that lady is actually kind and harmless..."
Duncan: "..."
Why is the goathead so proud when he talks about the Curse and notoriety of the Homeless and Captain Duncan?
Perhaps aware of Duncan's bad mood in silence, Goat Head immediately changed the subject: "Captain, you said earlier that you wanted to hear my advice, specifically..."
"Let's talk about it later, I need to rest for a while - sailing the Lost Homes in the spirit world has drained my energy, you will be quiet now."
"Yes, Captain."
Goat Head quieted down and Duncan returned to the captain's room. He came to the sailing table and glanced casually across the chart.
The next second, his eyes suddenly solidified.
The chart seems to have undergone a subtle change - the gray-white patches that originally covered the entire chart and seemed to be wriggling with life seemed to dissipate a little bit, and the sea around the Lost Homes was becoming clearer!
This thing...is it updating the surrounding waters in real time as the Homeless sails?
Duncan immediately came to the sailing table, engrossed in the subtle changes on the chart.
But his concentration was soon interrupted.
In the depths of his mind, the Lost Homes once again sent a signal of "contact with foreign objects", and then, Duncan heard a "boom" on the deck behind the captain's cabin.