Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 63 Return to Port

Duncan stared at the huge scar in the sky that emitted a dim glow for a long time, as if he wanted to distinguish some details he had seen from the chaotic mist of light to confirm the amazing conjecture

in his mind

Is the scene presented outside the bottom of the Lost Homeland a creation of the world?

If the outside of the bottom of the ship is subspace, then is the creation of the world also part of subspace? Or at least there is some connection?

But in the end, he couldn't see any clues, and the conjecture in his mind could only be a conjecture.

The scar was too far away, even if he took out the monocular, it was impossible to see more details, and only from the visible part so far, it was only a little plausible "close" to the outside of the bottom of the Lost Home.

Duncan had been blowing the sea breeze on the deck for a long time, thinking while slowly calming down, and he was also paying attention to the movement on the other side of the goat's head, and found that his "first mate" seemed to have calmed down, and he was seriously controlling the lost home at the moment.

But Duncan still keenly sensed that there was a faint tension that permeated the ship—a tension that seemed to have no source and permeated the entire "living" ghost ship, with its towering masts, staggered sails, and cables stacked on deck...... These things that were silent in the darkness seemed to come from tense and depressed whispers, discussing "that door".

This was the first time Duncan had sensed the emotional changes of this "ship" directly from his mind.

It seems that after returning from the bilge, his connection to the ship deepened.

Now, the whole ship was watching the captain, watching what was unusual after the captain had spy on the situation on the other side of the door.

The evening breeze blew in his face, Duncan took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the direction of the captain's cabin, his fingers gently tapping the handrail on the side of the ship, as if talking to himself, "Relax, this matter is ordinary."

This time, he finally felt the change more clearly: the tension that filled the ship slowly subsided, the cables were no longer taut, the sails were hoisted, and the slight creak from below deck gradually ceased.

The ship seems to have finally confirmed that the captain is still the captain.

Duncan returned to the door of the captain's cabin, but instead of pulling the door in as usual, he hesitated slightly and held the doorknob, pushed the door inward with slight force.

The door opened, and inside was a surging black mist.

Duncan walked towards the black mist, and the pigeon Ai that had been stopping on his shoulder suddenly flapped his wings and flew to the mast not far away, shouting as he flew: "The road ahead is broken, the road ahead is broken!"

Duncan glanced at the pigeons that suddenly ran away curiously, but still took a step forward.

He returned to his familiar bachelorette apartment.

Zhou Ming lowered his head, confirming his body at the moment: familiar hands, familiar shirts, familiar trousers, not as strong as Captain Duncan, but an ordinary human being.

He raised his head again and looked at the situation in the room.

Everything was exactly the same as when he left, and not even the dust had increased.

Zhou Ming thoughtfully observed the furnishings in the room, and then suddenly looked back at the door - he looked at the door of the single apartment, recalling the door he saw in the bottom cabin of the Lost Home, and recalling the position and angle of the crack in the door.

He stood in the corresponding position, first assuming that there was a person across the door, and then looked in the direction opposite the door.

From the crack in the door, you can indeed see the messy desk in the center of the room, where computers and other miscellaneous items are placed - and he usually works at that desk, reading, writing, or grading students' homework and test papers.

Zhou Ming slowly opened a crack in the door, and little by little, put his eyes on the crack in the door.

At this moment, he felt his heart pounding - even though the manager told him that it was an illogical thought, he still couldn't help but think...... Opposite the door, will an eye suddenly appear? Will a ghost captain with a gloomy and serious expression suddenly appear? Will it ...... A pirate sword suddenly stabbed in?

He stuck it on and looked outside.

There was only a rolling black mist outside, as always.

Zhou Ming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he felt a strange sense of loss in his heart - there was a feeling of disappointment, as if he had lost some fun.

He shook his head vigorously, brushing off this somewhat strange mentality, and then slowly came to the desk—everything he left in the room before he left was still in place, including scrap paper full of graffiti, a sorted diary, and the computer screen that was still on even when the power was cut off.

Everything seemed to have changed.

Zhou Ming exhaled, but suddenly, his expression froze.

There is a change!

His eyes were fixed on the corner of the desk, and in that inconspicuous corner, there was now a small thing - it was an extremely exquisite decoration, a lifelike model, a ...... Lost home.

Zhou Mingru was struck by lightning and sat in a daze on the chair for half a minute without moving, he was 10,000% sure that there was no furnishing on his desk...... In particular, this furnishing is still a "model" of the lost homeland!

It took a long time for him to suddenly blink his eyes, reach out and carefully take the "model" that appeared on the desk at some point in his hand, and put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

This vivid "ghost ship" is only more than half a foot long, and the weight in his hand is not much different from an ordinary model, and at the same time, it is so detailed that Zhou Ming observed it carefully for a long time, and he could even see every rope and every bucket from that deck......

Compared with the real Lost Home, the only difference between this ship and the ship may be its size.

Suddenly, Zhou Ming seemed to think of something, he brought the ship in front of him, and carefully "buttoned" the door of the captain's room at the stern with his fingers.

On the miniature nautical table, the goat's head was not visible.

Similarly, Alice is not seen on the boat.

Zhou Ming's heart was filled with some weirdness, he didn't know why he thought that "Alice" would appear on this miniature version of the lost home, which was obviously an outrageous idea.

Maybe the appearance of this ship itself is too outrageous?

Zhou Ming held the small number of lost homes and pondered for a long, long time.

He didn't know how the ship appeared on his desk, but it was clear that the connection between his sealed off bachelor apartment and the "world behind the door" was deeper than he had imagined.

The change may have occurred after you have "taken the helm" or after you have peeked into the subspace through that crack in the door.

He leaned back on the back of the seat, allowing his mind to slowly calm down.

He found that he could still "feel" the situation across the door, he could feel the lost home, feel the goat's head, and even ...... You can feel the city-state of Prade far away, and feel another ...... "body" in that antique shop.

He looked at the ghost ship that was still held in his hand, and then looked at an empty shelf at the end of the room.

The shelf had been bought for several years, but until the vision came, he didn't find a chance to fill it.

Zhou Ming held the lost country number and carefully placed this exquisite "model" on the shelf.

After putting it down, he took two steps back and carefully examined his "results", seemingly very satisfied with the place he had chosen.

How this thing came to be here is still a mystery, but at least ...... During these trapped days, he was able to decorate his cabin again.

……

A loud and melodious whistle broke the calm on the sea, and Vanna, who had arrived at the port early, immediately walked to the edge of the lookout and looked at the situation on the pier.

The entire port had been dispatched in advance, and the once busy main port of Prand was now empty, and the dock was replaced by a heavily armed sheriff's force and the guards of the church.

Twelve steam walkers block all roads to the dock area.

And on the sea outside the harbor, between the slight undulating waves, a beautiful steam mechanical ship is slowly approaching.

White oak.