Deep Sea Embers Chapter 390: Reunion after a long absence

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For a long time, Lawrence has been trapped in a "lucid dream"-he knows what happened to him and his mental illness better than anyone else.

He knew that Martha was no longer there, and that the figure that was with him day and night was actually just an illusion, and he knew all of this—whether it was at the subconscious level or the subjective level, he was very clear-headed.

But compared with other captains of similar age and similar experience, his mental state is already considered good. In the vast sea, the most indispensable thing is the mentally twisted and mentally damaged captains. Even with the share of the ship's chaplain, this profession of challenging the sea is destined to suffer far more mental pollution than ordinary crew members. Every captain has completed ocean voyages time and time again in the confrontation with his own deteriorating mind, so that the captain People often use one sentence to describe their profession.

"We are not sailing on the edge of the abyss, our life is sailing straight to the abyss."

But it is precisely because of years of mental distress that Lawrence has a particularly keen perception of "Martha". Not the same "thing".

He couldn't help but recall the "Martha" who appeared on the white oak deck before. Gus, the first mate at the time, had seen the change of the figure of "Martha" since then?

Has all this finally crossed a certain tipping point? The thing in my fantasy...has finally come to reality? Or did some indescribable force read his mind and create this actual "individual" before his eyes? Is this a malicious gift? Or a trap full of sarcasm?

"Martha..." Lawrence finally opened his mouth, he felt that his throat was a little dry, and even his voice became hoarse, "Are you in front of me?"

"As you can see," the female adventurer laughed, "you want to touch me? I even have body temperature."

"...you are a real entity," Lawrence took a breath, restraining his urge to take a step forward, "but... why? The phantom in the world is transformed into some kind of entity here? Is this... the power of this sea?"

"At least partly right," Martha shook her head lightly, "It is indeed this 'sea area' that shaped me and the Black Oak, but I am not from an illusion in your mind——I have already wandered here Many years, Lawrence - I have been here with this ship for many years, wandering blindly as part of a vast number of 'fakes.'

Lawrence was slightly taken aback: "Fake?"

"Fakes—some kind of powerful force in the deep sea caused all this, I don't know what it is, but it has been here for many, many years, creating countless fakes, remember just now The 'Haiyan' ship that you eliminated? And that dagger island..."

"They are all 'fakes,?!'" Lawrence opened his eyes wide, and he suddenly realized that the vortex he was sinking into seemed to be more treacherous and terrifying than he imagined, "Wait, what we encountered before Frost city-state..."

"It is, too, everything here," Martha said with a calm expression, "That force has already soaked the entire sea area, and all things that linger in this sea area for enough time cannot escape it. copies, there are countless blind and empty copies lingering in the depths of the ocean - what you have encountered is only a fraction of them."

Lawrence seemed to have fallen into a sluggish state. After a long time, he suddenly woke up and looked at his "wife" in disbelief: "But... you look different, You can even talk to me, this ship fought side by side with the White Oak just now..."

Martha didn't speak, but watched Lawrence quietly with a calm and meaningful smile.

The latter stopped talking and gradually came to his senses. He lowered his head and looked at his ghostly, illusory and transparent body and the quiet green flame burning quietly on his body.

The appearance of the Black Oak came after the White Oak completed its "transformation" in the spirit fire.

"You realize

Alright, Lawrence," Martha said softly, "the only thing that can compete with the mighty power is another stronger kind of mighty power, even in this sea area, it can't touch the spoils of the lost fleet—you and me, They are all spoils of ','."

Lawrence listened blankly, feeling a little dazed. Then, his expression changed slightly, and he realized the incongruity of the last few words the other party said just now—it wasn’t that he had met with him decades ago. Things you should know about your farewell "Martha"!

Why did she know about the Homeless? Why do you know that the White Oak is Captain Duncan's "trophy"?

"You read my consciousness!" Lawrence's eyes widened suddenly, and the muscles in his body tensed subconsciously, "You are not the real Martha!"

However, the figure standing not far away just smiled, as if he didn't care about Lawrence's reaction at all. This calmness was the same as decades ago: "If what you want is a 100% accurate and 'pure,' Martha, I'm sorry, Lawrence, I'm not her—but 'she is a part of me, Martha's soul is in me, and another part of me comes from your consciousness and memory... This sea is like A mirror is constantly reflecting all the things floating on its surface, including consciousness and memory.

"I didn't read your consciousness, your consciousness is naturally reflected into a part of me, can you not accept this?"

Lawrence opened his mouth, and after several times of expression changes, he finally twitched the corners of his mouth bitterly, and spread his hands: "I don't know, I never even thought about what I should do after facing you , I... I don't know how to accept this...' form, you, I haven't even figured out what kind of existence you are."

He raised his head, and the old captain who had faced countless treacherous horrors on the boundless sea and never wavered seemed a little at a loss at this moment.

He never showed himself weak in front of anyone—except in front of his own wife.

Martha quietly looked at Lawrence, who was no longer young. After a long time, she smiled helplessly: "You are still the same as before. At critical moments, you always need my help."

She walked over, raised her hands, and put them on Lawrence's shoulders with the warmth of a living person.

"You need a firm self, and a clear judgment..."

Lawrence frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

"Mr. Sailor, can you please leave first?" Martha turned her head again, looking at the anomaly 077 who had been quite honest since just now, "The owner of the Lost Fleet will be satisfied with your cooperation."

The mummy wearing a sailor blouse was shocked, and turned and left the bridge without saying a word.

Lawrence seemed to have realized something suddenly, and hurriedly said: "Wait..."

But the bridge gates are closed.

Anomaly 077 quickly ran to the corridor outside the door, and he only vaguely heard Captain Lawrence's last cry from inside: "Martha——I'm over sixty this year!"

He couldn't bear to listen to the movement behind him.

A moment later, there was a creaking sound of the door shaft turning. Anomaly 077 shrank his neck, turned his head cautiously, and saw the female adventurer standing in front of the door with a relaxed and happy face. smile.

Immediately afterwards, Lawrence also came out grinning. After seeing the anomaly 077 at the door, he immediately cast a warning look—then hurriedly covered his head and grinned even more.

Anomaly 077 immediately withdrew his gaze, trying to reduce his sense of existence like a real corpse.

Obviously, he was beaten hard.

"Can you accept it now?" Martha turned her head and said to Lawrence with a smile.

Lawrence clutched the swollen area on his head, he didn't know why he could still be beaten up by Martha so hard in his current form, which was almost a spirit body, he only knew that such details were no longer important: "Can Accepted, I can accept..."

Wandering in the boundless sea~IndoMTL.com~ still needs a mentality of being open to everything.

After all, it seems that if I can't think about it, Martha will help me

"Open" - the bold temperament of the female adventurer is the same as it was many years ago, but she is already an old man over fifty years old...

"Then, we should think about the business," Martha said with a smile on her face, leaning on the gate with her arms folded. "It's not an option to be stuck here."

Hearing this, Lawrence immediately restrained the complicated thoughts in his heart, and his face became serious: "Martha, I wanted to ask you just now, what is the state of this sea area? Do you know? How to get out of here?"

"...I really want to answer you, but I'm sorry," Martha said apologetically after being silent for two seconds, "Although I've been wandering here for many years, in the final analysis, I and This ship is just one of the many fakes trapped here, but one thing is certain... the entire sea area is centered on that 'Frost City-State', if it really exists A rift that intersects with the real world must be Frost."