Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 11 Alice

Duncan felt that he would probably never forget this scene in his lifetime - a gorgeous coffin undulated in the waves on the eerie and dangerous boundless sea, and a goth doll driven by mysterious power stood in the coffin, holding a huge coffin board in both hands, riding the wind and waves......

And it didn't look very happy.

This was too evil from any angle, so much so that for a moment Duncan didn't even know whether to be surprised that the cursed doll was actually active, or to be shocked by her overwhelming spirit holding the coffin board, he only felt that this scene was really contrary to his initial imagination - he had imagined how the other party would return to the ship several times, but he had never thought about it...... It was such a scene.

And in this moment when Duncan was stunned, the doll had already come to the stern of the Lost Home.

Although the tool used was a coffin board, but her stroke speed was amazing, and she had unusual dexterity and strength, Duncan carefully poked her head out of the observation port, and saw the doll throw the coffin board into the coffin, 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 swift, as if an invisible rope was pulling her upward, and the heavy-looking wooden box floated directly from the sea strangely, floating beside the doll as if it had lost its weight.

Duncan quickly took his head back before the doll noticed him.

She climbed onto the towering stern of the Lost Homeland almost in the blink of an eye, turned over and jumped onto the deck, and then waved her finger in the air, letting the coffin floating beside her land steadily at her feet, and then she turned her head around, as if observing the situation near the deck, and after confirming that there was no one around, she quickly tidied up her slightly wet dress and began to crawl into the coffin with her hands and feet.

Halfway

through the climb, she was blocked by a pirate sword that suddenly appeared from the side—followed by the clicking sound of a flintlock hammer coming to her ears.

The doll's movements instantly stiffened, she tried to turn her head, but saw a ghost captain wrapped in green flames standing next to her, staring at her coldly, the voice that seemed to come from the depths of the spirit world was cold and deep: "Oh, I caught you, doll."

In front of Duncan's eyes, the doll trembled obviously, she seemed to be frightened and instinctively wanted to hide to the side, but in a hurry, her movements were a little out of shape, and her upper body shook, and Duncan heard a crisp "click" coming from the other party's shoulders and neck.

Then her head fell......

In front of Duncan, a beautiful head fell from the doll, and the long silver-white hair spread out in the sea breeze, and then wrapped around the head and rolled down at his feet - the doll's body still maintained a posture beside the coffin ready to escape, holding one hand blankly in mid-air, but the head stared helplessly at Duncan, and his mouth closed: "Help...... Help...... Help ......"

It is no exaggeration to say that Duncan's heart stopped beating at this moment - although he doubted that his heart was still alive when he was burned by the ghost flame, but watching the puppet's head fall still shocked him, but the blazing ghost flame hid his terrified face at the moment, and his momentary hesitation in shock was treated as some kind of indifference by the puppet, so that the doll lady didn't notice that the terrible Captain Duncan seemed to be more nervous than herself, and just kept repeating: "Help ...... Help ...... Head...... Dropped ......"

Duncan finally reacted, he comforted the careful dirt that existed in his imagination at the moment, tried his best to control his movements and voice, observed the doll with the greatest calmness and composure for a while, and confirmed that this "cursed doll" looked ...... Compared to her own strange nature, she seemed to be more afraid of herself, the "ghost captain".

Instantly clarifying this fact, Duncan realized that he had to maintain this calmness.

He didn't understand the world yet, let alone this cursed doll, and until he could completely control the situation, the identity of "Terrible Captain Duncan" was his greatest reliance to ensure his safety.

On the other hand, he couldn't leave the doll in front of him alone - although things didn't go as he expected at the beginning, judging from the results, this doll could communicate with him after all.

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

It felt very strange, even though he knew that the other party was just a cursed doll, the feeling of reaching out and grabbing a "head" still made Duncan muttered a little in his heart, and the slight temperature coming from this head immediately after that made him almost feel the urge to throw it out.

It was so evil and weird.

But he finally restrained the strange feelings that came from the bottom of his heart, and calmly looked at the head: "Do you want me to help you put it back?"

"Self...... Self...... Self......"

"Okay, do it yourself." Duncan nodded and casually handed the head to the doll's hand that was grasping it randomly in mid-air.

Then he saw that the hands were extremely skillful and dexterous to catch her head, and he also tidied up the silver hair that had fallen out a little, adjusted the angle, and put his head on his neck - with a crisp clicking sound, the spherical joints were tightly closed.

The whole process was smooth, obviously not the first time it was like this.

Immediately afterwards, the somewhat stiff face of the doll quickly became smart, she blinked and let out a long breath: "Huh...... came to life.

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 puppet in front of him, he finally just nodded to the puppet expressionlessly: "Very good, now you come with me - you have come to my ship again and again, we have to talk."

As he spoke, he dissipated the ghost flames wrapped around his body and regained his original appearance.

Actively transformed into a "spirit form", this is the power he mastered after holding the helm of the Lost Home, but after all, this is something that he came into contact with in a hurry, he is still far from being skilled, let alone "use" of this power, he doesn't even know what other functions this thing has besides being used to sail a ship - just released just now, in fact, it was just to create a strong image in front of the weird cursed doll, and by the way, to give himself a strong momentum.

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

The cursed doll stood up obediently from the coffin, and then was surprised to see Duncan's process of restoring his human form, she was stunned: "You...... Aren't you a ghost?"

Duncan glanced at her lightly: "When necessary, it can."

The doll raised a hand and supported her head, and there seemed to be some awe in its eyes.

Duncan didn't know what this guy was in awe, but he could tell that her head still didn't seem to be very solid—she might have almost scared her off just now.

He turned and walked in the direction of the captain's room, and through the real-time contact with the Lost Home, he could feel that the doll was honestly following after a brief hesitation for a second or two.

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

Moments later, Duncan arrived in the captain's room with the cursed doll.

Under the faint gaze of the wooden goat's head, the ghost captain and the cursed doll sat across from each other across the nautical table, Duncan sat on his dark back chair, and the doll lady opposite him used the coffin-like wooden box as a chair, sitting gracefully and dignified on the wooden box.

She was indeed elegant and dignified, and when she sat down and kept quiet, when she sat on a wooden box in her silver hair and in a long Gothic dress, she was dignified and beautiful, as if it were a work of art that should be in a palace and guarded by guards.

It's a pity that as soon as Duncan sees her, he will think of the process of riding the wind and waves and separating from the crowd just now......

He sighed, regained his indifferent and majestic appearance, and looked into the eyes of the doll lady: "Name?

"Alice."

"Race?"

"Doll."

"Occupation?"

"Doll...... Why do you ask these questions?

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