Deep Sea Embers Chapter 33: fish

This breakfast tastes like chewing wax—and it tastes worse than wax.

After an unsatisfactory breakfast, Duncan's mood did not improve as his stomach was full. Instead, it was because of some inadvertent information from Goat's Head that caused a mess Conjecture, so a little irritable.

He looked at Ai the pigeon, who was strolling on a nearby shelf, and felt that the thoughts in his mind were getting more and more outrageous.

He has always believed that this pigeon, which is full of "earth words", was born because he had the soul of an earth man. He believed that when he was walking in the spiritual world, the individual "Zhou Ming" was closely related to the brass compass. A reaction occurred, which gave birth to a strange bird like Ai.

But what if...that's not the case?

What if, as Goat Head said, the pigeon was just some kind of phantom that ran out of a "deeper" place and just happened to condense its shape around itself?

Then those "earth words" that Ai Yi pops up from time to time have nothing to do with "Zhou Ming"'s memory, but become a projection of a certain history recorded by the world itself...

The possibility behind this upsets Duncan.

Alice stood up, her voice interrupting Duncan's thoughts: "Do you need me to do the dishes?"

Duncan glanced at Miss Doll in surprise, who scratched her hair embarrassingly: "I think since I'm already on the boat, I should find something to do, otherwise I'll be like a jerk..." /

"But you don't eat at all," Duncan reminded her, "but it's good if you have the heart - take the plate to the water room, discuss it with the sink, and if it doesn't mind, you wash."

After saying this, he stood up without waiting for Alice's answer, and said casually as he walked to the door of the captain's room: "I'll go check the deck, don't disturb me if there's anything else."

The pigeons that were walking on the shelf immediately fluttered onto Duncan's shoulders and left the room with Duncan, leaving Alice staring at Goat Head at the sailing table.

"Is the captain in a bad mood?" After a moment of hesitation, Alice asked Goat Head carefully.

Goat Head said in a deep voice: "The captain's mood is like the weather in the boundless sea. Don't speculate, just accept it."

Alice didn't wait for the goat head to speak, and then quickly asked: "By the way, the captain said just now that I should discuss with the pool...how to discuss it?"

"Simple, you go to wash things, if you are splashed with water, it means that the sink doesn't like you--speaking of you can wash dishes? If not, I have some theoretical experience..."

Before Goathead finished speaking, he saw Alice quickly tidying up the tableware on the table, and then rushed to the door while shouting, "No need, I'll learn, thank you, Mr. Goathead!"

The captain's room suddenly quieted down, leaving only the black goat's head on the table, staring in the direction where everyone was leaving with empty eyes.

After a long time, a sigh came from the sailing table: "How good should I have legs..."

Then its gaze returned to the chart.

The fog around the Lost Country is still slowly dissipating, and the captain's task at the helm still needs to be done well.

Under precise control, this huge and "living" ghost ship sensitively adjusted the angle of each sail and began to sail on this boundless sea, while the goat head hummed a song of unknown age. The handed down boat song - a rough hoarse, noise-like "humming" echoed in the captain's room:

"The sails are raised, the sails are raised, and the sailors who leave home continue to move forward;

"In the storm, in the noise, we are only one plank away from death;

"Stow the hornsail, spread the mainsail, let go of the lines, and hold on to the sides! We are in the middle of the sea!

"Stay farther away from the fish, farther away from the fish, the sailors will cross the course where the sons are entrenched;

"Stay away from the fish, stay away from the fish! We're going to land safely - the spirits and the stove ahead..."

Duncan circled around the supply warehouse, and around the galley, before returning to the mid-deck of the Homeless.

No matter how much he rummaged, there was nothing more mouth-watering on this ship than jerky and cheese.

The good news is that he doesn't have to eat maggot-grown biscuits like those sailors on Earth, and the bad news is that the ship doesn't even have maggot-grown biscuits.

He put aside his previous thoughts for a while, and brought the quiet Ai to the edge of the deck.

Looking at the boundless sea, he kept thinking:

"...In any case, I need to find a way to supplement the necessities of life on the Lost Country... Although I can't pay too much attention to the quality of life on the ghost ship, I can't really live like a ghost after all...

"Alice might need a change of clothes, but there are no dresses for her on this ship.

"It is necessary to establish contact with the city-states on land as soon as possible... The Lost Homes has been floating at sea for too many years, and the city-states on land may have developed during this period to a level that even the goat's head could not predict. From what I saw in the sewer before, at least the city-state of Perand is a powerful and advanced city, and the revolvers carried by those cultists can also explain the technological development of human society...

"The ancient ghost ship may not be so invincible in the face of a century-old civilized society. The Homeless Yu Wei is still there, but if there is only one left, Yu Wei will be difficult to handle..."

Duncan glanced at Ay over his shoulder.

Perhaps... if you recharge your energy today, it's time to try the next "spirit world walk".

"Cuckoo?"

Ai tilted her head, and finally made some movement that a normal pigeon should have.

Duncan couldn't help laughing, and at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a flash of light on the nearby sea.

Attracted by the movement, he subconsciously glanced over the side of the boat a few more times, and then noticed that there was indeed something swimming below the surface of the water nearby.

After a moment of hesitation, Duncan suddenly slapped himself on the forehead.

"Hi! My reaction... It's at sea! Isn't there fish in the sea!"

The sudden appearance of "possibility" made Duncan's mood suddenly improve. He realized that establishing contact with the land and providing stable supplies to the Lost Homes were not things that could be done overnight, but this vast expanse of Couldn't the sea itself be of some help?

There are fish in the sea - and he's had enough of the jerky and cheese on the ghost ship!

Duncan's enthusiasm was aroused, he remembered that there was a heavy rod for sea fishing in a warehouse below deck, and the position for fixing rods could also be found on the sides of the deck at the edge of the deck. As for the bait... Wonder if those jerky and cheese would work?

In this way, the cursed puppet is washing dishes in the water room, the talking goat head is concentrating on sailing, and the captain of the Lost Country is busy between the deck and the cabin.

Duncan quickly found what he was looking for. He carried three heavy fishing rods and "bait" back to the deck, and fixed these things on the side of the boat rather rusty. Afterwards ~IndoMTL.com~ he moved an empty bucket from nearby to use as a waiting chair.

Duncan actually has no experience in sea fishing - all his fishing experience is limited to a pond and a small river in his hometown, and he doesn't know if his whim can really catch fish, but anyway It is also idle, what if?

Quan regards it as a recuperation before the next walk in the spiritual world, and by the way, he can keep an expectation for the improvement of food in the future.

Duncan sat down between the fishing rods, and after the long wait, his mood gradually returned to calm.

Today's sea conditions are fairly stable, the sky is somewhat cloudy, but there is no sign of a storm.

Duncan sat on the barrel with his back against a winch used to hold the cable, and narrowed his eyes slightly as the boat shook slightly.

I don't know when, he fell into a state of half-dreaming and half-awake.

He dreamed that he was barefoot on the calm sea, the sea was blue and the sun was warm.

The familiar and "normal" sun in my memory hangs high in the sky, bright but not scorching hot.

He heard the sound of splashing water, and looked after the sound, but saw that a fish suddenly jumped out of the calm water nearby.

A group of small golden fish, about the size of a slap, they were blowing bubbles in the air and waving their tails as if they were swimming in water, slowly circling around Duncan.

These fish swimming in the air leaned over little by little. Zhou Ming looked at them curiously, at their bulging eyes, at their fine scales, at their open and closed mouths, and at the back of them. Slightly fluttering, fine lines like water waves.

Zhou Ming suddenly felt that these fish were very beautiful, and...

Very fragrant.

Must be very, very fragrant.