Deep Sea Embers Chapter 10: Elegance is not very elegant…

The "coffin" is back.

On the stern deck of the Lost Country, Duncan stared blankly at the ornate wooden box lying quietly in front of him. The memory of the wooden box being thrown into the sea was by no means false, confirming that this thing was indeed floating in the sea not long ago.

Such a bizarre situation is enough to make one's heart chill, but for some reason, Duncan's mood at the moment is calmer than he thought.

Maybe it's because I'm on this very weird ghost ship, maybe it's because I just experienced a thrilling "spiritual world drift" and collision accident not long ago, or maybe it's because of the same weird goat. After several days of dealing with it, Duncan seems to have developed a certain immunity to the strange and supernatural phenomena of this world.

In fact, as early as the last time he threw this "cursed doll" into the sea, he vaguely guessed that things would not end so easily.

He lowered his head, not surprisingly found that the iron nails and the ring of chains that had been nailed around the coffin before were gone, then he bent down and once again used the pirate sword in his hand to smash the lid of the "coffin". Pry it off.

The ornate Gothic figure still lies in the center of the red velvet lining, hands folded, serene and graceful.

But this time Duncan clearly noticed that the other side's skirt seemed to be wet with seawater - a slight sea smell came from the inside of the coffin lid.

Up to now, this weird doll doesn't seem to have any other outrageous or dangerous actions other than going back and forth again and again, but just "going and returning" is the standard attribute of "cursed items" .

Duncan stared blankly at the doll for a while, then suddenly broke the silence with a half-smile: "I suddenly want to satisfy my curiosity..."

When the voice fell, he turned around and walked to the entrance of the cabin not far away, and left the doll on the deck with confidence.

——Although personally, he was very vigilant about the doll and didn't want to keep him by his side, but based on his knowledge of Homeless and the goat head, he knew that the doll would be temporarily It won't be a big problem on the deck, and even if she violently hurts, the many "living creatures" on this ship are enough to deal with it.

And he will do some "preparatory work" during this time.

Duncan crossed the stern deck, opened the wooden door leading to the lower deck, stepped on the wooden stairs that have been around for many years, and came to the cabin under the deck with ease, which belongs to the "upper cabin" in the cabin. The place where the artillery was placed - the old-fashioned front-mounted artillery lay quietly on both sides of the cabin, the moldy black wooden board covered the firing port next to it, and the black powder keg and the solid iron ball-like shells were stacked on the side. Between the gun positions, it seems as if they have been stacked for a century.

Duncan's eyes swept over these things that were quite dated at first glance, and suddenly thought of one thing-

On this ship, he didn't see a second "human" figure besides himself, so who is controlling these artillery...?

Could it be that, like the Homeless itself, these artillery can also be self-loading and self-launching?

And what about the fresh water tanks on ships? Are you supplementing yourself? Where's the damage? Also repair it yourself? Or... does this ship really have the concept of "damage"?

The questions in my heart popped up one by one, but I couldn't think of how to explain it.

Duncan is well aware that he still knows too little about the ship. Although he has explored here to a certain extent in the past few days, he has only a general understanding of its superstructure, those The deeper area is far more bizarre and terrifying than the upper one. In addition, he had always hoped that he could leave his "single apartment" and return to the normal world on Earth, and did not focus on losing his homeland. No., which resulted in his actions on "this side" not having much motivation.

But now, he suddenly has a greater curiosity about this ship, or... a greater "consciousness of control".

This is his ship, and he deserves to know about the Lost Homes.

This may also be a change after holding the steering wheel.

Duncan shook his head and put the follow-up exploration plan in his heart for the time being, and then came to the place where the shells were stacked...

A moment later, Duncan returned to the stern deck with several cast iron cannonballs in his arms, just as he thought - the cursed figure in the coffin was still lying in the wooden box.

"What happened to her just now?"

"Not at all," the voice of the goat head came immediately, it seemed to have been held for too long, and it crackled as soon as it opened its mouth, "This lady is as quiet as she looks, you should trust my judgment, she It's gentle and harmless to you, and since she's returning to the ship over and over again, it may indicate that there is some connection between her and her coffin and the Homeless, a great gardener who once..."

"Shut up."

"Oh."

Duncan stared blankly at the doll in the coffin.

I don't know if she really can't act, or if she's still pretending to be asleep - Duncan doesn't care about it anyway.

He needs to satisfy his curiosity.

The solid-iron ball-like cast iron cannonballs are so heavy that a single round of them is enough to kill even the most seasoned sailor when it comes to executing traitors on board.

Duncan put four in the coffin - then went back to the cabin and moved another four.

The eight cannonballs filled almost all the remaining space in the wooden box, and the gorgeous and elegant Gothic doll was now surrounded by a circle of cannonballs, and it looked...

Elegant is not very elegant, evil is really evil.

Duncan sealed the lid of the coffin again, and then laboriously pushed the wooden box to the edge of the deck. With his current physical strength, it was not easy to complete this operation.

Finally, he flew and kicked the coffin into the sea.

The sound of heavy falling water came, and the ornate wooden box plunged straight into the water and sank.

Duncan was still standing quietly on the edge of the deck, watching where the wooden box fell into the water, not moving for a long time.

The voice of the goat head entered his mind: "Captain, are you regretting it? If you regret throwing away this trophy, Homeless can try to use the anchor to fetch the box again, although it is not Correct use of the anchor, but the anchor said it could try..."

"Shut up."

"But I see you've been standing on the edge of the deck for a long time..."

"Shut up."

"Oh."

Duncan breathed softly.

In front of the dog's goat head, he can't admit that he has a headache in his toes.

So he was in pain by the deck for several minutes, trying to maintain the seriousness that a majestic captain should have. In the end, he was a little doubtful if he looked like a wife's stone, and he finally calmed down. Then unhurriedly returned to the upper deck below the deck.

After waiting quietly for a few more minutes, and guessing that the time was almost up, Duncan suddenly walked to the stern area of ​​the upper deck and opened the observation window between the two stern guns, paying close attention to the movement on the sea.

It didn't take long for the goat head to be quiet, and then he couldn't help it: "Captain, you are..."

Duncan stared intently at the sea without raising his head and replied, "I wonder how the 'cursed puppet' got back."

"Uh...because she's a cursed doll?"

"...I appreciate your inquisitive attitude, but I think there must be some kind of process in her return to the ship even if it's a cursed doll~IndoMTL.com~ She wants to pretend she's 'dead', But I went back to the ship again and again. I think there must be a reason for this, and the other party must have the ability to communicate... But she refuses to communicate now, so I can only find a way to grasp the law of her actions and forcibly establish communication with that guy ."

Listening to Duncan's explanation, Goat Head was silent for two seconds, and suddenly asked tentatively: "Captain, you seem to be...intrigued suddenly? Ah, this is a good phenomenon! Since the last time I woke up, After that, your mood has not been very good, and you seem to have lost interest in many things, your loyal first and second mate..."

"Shut up."

"Oh."

After the goat head was quiet, Duncan was still paying attention to the movement of the sea, and in his sight, the sea in the direction of the stern was only calm.

The "coffin" seems to have really sunk into the deep sea and never reappeared.

But with the experience of the previous two times, Duncan was extra patient this time. He silently counted the time, silently waited, silently observed, and let the time flow.

He himself didn't seem to notice, he was actively expecting the doll to reappear.

Then, a small dark shadow really appeared in his field of vision.

During a wave, the dark shadow rushed into Duncan's eyes. It was a beautiful wooden box that broke the sea like a boat in the wind and waves, and the beautiful Gothic doll was standing In the wooden box, she held her ornate coffin lid in an imposing posture, and swept forward in the wind and waves.

A Gothic puppet standing in a coffin waving the lid of the coffin.

Elegant is not very elegant, evil is true TM is more evil than eight cannonballs.

Duncan is shocked.

(Mom!)