Deep Sea Embers Chapter 11: Alice

Duncan thinks he'll never forget this image for the rest of his life - a strange and dangerous boundless sea, a gorgeous coffin rising and falling with the waves, and a gothic doll driven by a mysterious force standing in the coffin, holding his arms in his arms. With a huge coffin board, riding the wind and waves...

And he doesn't seem very happy.

This is so wicked from any point of view that for a while Duncan didn't even know whether to be surprised that the cursed puppet was actually moving, or to be shocked by her majesty with the coffin board. He only felt that this scene was really against his imagination at the beginning-he had imagined how the other party got back to the ship several times, but he didn't think about it... It was such a scene.

In the moment when Duncan was stunned, the puppet had come to the stern of the Lost Country.

Although the tool she used was a coffin board, her stroke speed was astonishing, and she had strange dexterity and strength. Duncan carefully put his head out of the observation port and saw the doll put the coffin board into the coffin. Tossed, and then reached out and grabbed a piece of wood protruding from the stern of the boat, and began to climb up quickly - nimble and fast, as if an invisible rope was pulling her upward, and the mouth looked rather heavy. The wooden box even more eerily floated directly from the sea, floating beside the puppet as if it had lost its weight.

Duncan quickly pulled his head back before the puppet noticed him.

And the puppet obviously didn't notice that the captain of the ghost ship had been watching secretly. She climbed up the towering stern of the Homeless almost in the blink of an eye, turned over and jumped to the deck, and then waved in the air again. Flicking her fingers, she let the coffin floating beside her land firmly beside her feet. Then she turned her head around, as if observing the situation near the deck. After confirming that no one was around, she quickly sorted it out. Wet his clothes and started to crawl into the coffin with his hands and feet.

Halfway through the climb, he was blocked by a pirate sword that suddenly appeared from the side—then, there was the sound of the flintlock hammer being raised in his ears.

The action of the doll instantly stiffened. She tried to turn her head, but saw a ghost captain wrapped in green flames standing beside her, staring at her coldly, as if the voice from the depths of the spiritual world was cold. Yousui: "Oh, I caught you, puppet."

In front of Duncan, the doll trembled visibly. She seemed to be frightened and wanted to instinctively dodge to the side, but in a hurry, her movements were a little out of shape. With a shake of her upper body, Duncan heard a crisp "click" "A sound came from the opponent's shoulder and neck.

Then her head fell off...

In front of Duncan, a beautiful head fell from the puppet, the long silver hair scattered in the sea breeze, and rolled around his head and rolled at his feet - the puppet's body still maintained Beside the coffin, ready to run away, one hand is holding blankly in mid-air, but his head stares helplessly at Duncan, his mouth opens and closes: "Help...help...help..."

It is no exaggeration to say that Duncan's heart stopped beating at this moment - although he doubted whether his heart still existed when he was burned by the ghost flames, the scene of watching the doll's head fall is still true It shocked him on the ground, but the flaming ghost flames covered his horrified face at the moment, and his momentary hesitation under the astonishment was treated by the puppet as a kind of indifference, so that the puppet lady didn't notice it at all. This terrifying Captain Duncan seemed more nervous than himself, but kept repeating: "Help...help...head...dropped..."

Duncan finally reacted. He soothed his little heart that was currently imagining, and tried his best to control his movements and voice. He observed the doll for a while with utmost calmness and composure, and confirmed that Although the "cursed doll" has all kinds of weirdness, it seems... she seems to be more afraid of her "ghost captain" than her own weird nature.

Instantly aware of this fact, Duncan realized that he had to maintain this composure.

He still doesn't understand the world, let alone this cursed doll, and until he can completely control the situation, the identity of "The Terrible Captain Duncan" is his biggest reliance on ensuring his safety.

On the other hand, he couldn't leave the doll in front of him alone - although the development of things did not meet his initial expectations, from the results, this doll could finally communicate with him.

He put away the flintlock gun, and continued to hold the sharp sword in his other hand - at close range, the flintlock gun with only one shot is obviously not as reliable as the sword, not to mention that he practiced hastily. Marksmanship was far from making him a skilled gunslinger - then he grabbed the doll's head that fell to the ground with his free hand.

This feels very weird. Even though he knows that the other party is just a cursed doll, the feeling of reaching out and grabbing a "head" still makes Duncan feel a little guilty in his heart, and the slight temperature from the head immediately makes it even more so. He almost had the urge to throw it out.

It's so wicked and weird.

But he finally restrained the strange feeling in his heart, and looked at the head calmly: "Can I help you put it back?"

"From...from...from..."

"Okay, you can do it yourself." Duncan nodded, and handed the head to the doll's hand that was grabbing at random in mid-air.

Then he saw that his hands were very skillful and dexterous to catch his head, and he smoothed the somewhat messy silver hair, adjusted the angle, and put his head to the neck position - accompanied by There was a crisp clicking sound, and the spherical joints fit perfectly.

The whole process went smoothly, obviously not the first time.

Immediately afterwards, the somewhat stiff face of the doll quickly became agile. She blinked and let out a long breath: "Huh... I'm alive."

Duncan: "..."

No matter from which angle, he felt that he should complain, but after thinking about his "Captain Duncan" character and the unknown details of the doll in front of him, he finally just nodded to the doll with a blank face. Nodding: "Very good, now you come with me - you come to my boat over and over again, we have to talk."

As he spoke, he dissipated the ghostly flames wrapped around his body and returned to his original appearance.

Actively transforming into a "spiritual form", this is the power he has mastered after holding the steering wheel of the Homeless, but after all, this is something that has been touched in a hurry, and he is far from being proficient, let alone What is the "use" of this power, he doesn't even know what other functions this thing has besides being able to drive a boat - it was released just now, in fact, it was just to create something in front of the strange cursed puppet A strong image, by the way, give yourself a strong voice.

Now that the image has been established and the dolls are very cooperative, there is no need to continue to maintain the flames to consume energy.

The cursed puppet stood up from the coffin obediently, and then she was surprised to see the process of Duncan's restoration of human form, she was stunned: "You...you are not a ghost?"

Duncan gave her a light look: "When necessary ~IndoMTL.com~ can be."

The puppet raised one hand and supported his head, with a look of awe in his eyes.

Duncan doesn't know what this guy is in awe of, but she can see that her head still doesn't seem to be very solid--maybe almost scared out just now.

He turned and walked towards the captain's room, and through the real-time contact with the Homeless, he could feel that the puppet followed up after a brief hesitation for a second or two.

As expected, the gorgeous and eccentric "coffin" also floated tightly behind the doll, and she seemed to take it with her wherever she went.

A moment later, Duncan brought the cursed puppet to the captain's room.

Under the faint gaze of the wooden carved goat head, Captain Ghost and the Cursed Doll sat across from the sailing table, Duncan sat on his dark back chair, and the young lady opposite him put the mouth with the coffin The same wooden box was used as a chair, sitting gracefully and dignifiedly on the wooden box.

She is indeed graceful and dignified. When she sits down and keeps quiet, when she sits on a wooden box in a gothic dress with her silver hair loose, she is dignified and beautiful as if she should be in a palace Among the artworks guarded by guards.

It's a pity that as soon as Duncan saw her, he would think of the process of this young lady riding the wind and waves and splitting up...

He sighed, returned to his indifferent and dignified look, and looked into the eyes of Miss Doll: "Name?"

"Alice."

"Race?"

"Dolls."

"Occupation?"

"Dolls...why are you asking this?"

Duncan thought for a moment: "Do some basic understanding."