Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 32 Breakfast on the Lost Home

The night faded, and the pale scars that occupied the entire sky gradually dissipated, and Duncan stood on the aft deck and looked up at the sky, not missing any detail of this moment of alternating day and night.

He saw that the scar became transparent and illusory little by little, like a dream that was gradually waking, and the gray-white light and mist emanating from its surroundings first merged with the sky, followed by the body of the scar - and during this whole process, the position of the "scar" never changed.

Duncan blinked, further speculation faintly appeared in his heart: The trace in the sky has not changed its position, does it mean that it is not some kind of distant astronomical structure? Does it mean that it is just some kind of phantom "imprinted" in the background of the atmosphere that moves synchronously with the boundless sea?

Or is it because the planet where the Infinite Sea is located (if this is really a planet) and that scar are running in sync? Or is the scar actually moving, but the observation time is too short to be detected with the naked eye?

All kinds of conjectures come and go in his mind, but Duncan knows very well that until there is sufficient evidence and reliable experimental verification, these conjectures are just conjectures, and there are thousands of possible explanations behind a natural phenomenon, but the lack of theory and evidence to support everything is empty talk.

The "sun" rose.

First of all, the golden brilliance emerged from the line of the Heavenly Sea, and then a huge luminous structure suddenly surfaced on the sea, accompanied by a brilliant glow, and the light ball locked by the double rune structure appeared in Duncan's field of vision.

Under the slow movement of the runic structure, the sun rose solemnly, and this majestic process seemed to have some kind of sound—some low, powerful, slow roar echoed illusorily in Duncan's mind, but when he really listened, the voice suddenly disappeared.

He frowned, a little doubting whether he had auditory hallucinations just now, but the memory brought by that voice was so vivid that he couldn't deny it at all.

That's ...... The proclamation that the sun makes to the world as it rises? Or is it just one of the many illusions brought about by the infinite sea?

No one could answer Duncan's doubts, the vast and boundless sea kept all secrets as always.

Pigeon Ai squatted comfortably on Duncan's shoulder as usualArms, and then it stood up very suddenly, flapping its wings vigorously, and shouting loudly while looking at the sea: "Hourly fries! Hourly fries!"

Duncan couldn't help laughing, he glanced at this strange pigeon, and suddenly felt that it was not bad to have such a bird thing - the strange words that this pigeon made from time to time always gave him some "hometown intimacy".

"It's a pity there are no fries on board," he casually fiddled with the pigeon's mouth shell, turned and walked towards the captain's cabin, "But there's one thing you are right, you need to get something to eat."

After a while, the captain of the Lost Home prepared a special traditional breakfast of the ghost ship for himself - in the captain's room, Duncan directly used the sailing table as a dining table, placing a few plates on the empty table next to the chart, today's breakfast was the same as yesterday's dinner, yesterday's lunch, and every meal in the past, with jerky, cheese, and plain water.

Duncan sat at the nautical table, carefully and ceremoniously laying out napkins for himself, the goat head stayed quietly opposite him, on his left was the cursed doll Alice who came to greet him early in the morning, and the eccentric pigeon was squatting on the table on his right.

Duncan suddenly felt that this scene was beginning to fit his character as a "ghost captain" - a wooden goat carving representing the devil, a cursed doll that cannot be discarded, a talking bird that knows the knowledge of the other world, and a ghost captain sitting in the main seat......

But only the person concerned knows what the situation

is like on the food on the lost home.

Duncan sighed and looked down at the contents of the plate - the movie poster-like opening scene ended, followed by the real life

of firewood, rice, oil and salt on the lost home.

He picked up a dinner knife and cut it the cheese, and there was a creaking sound in the rubbing of hard objects, and he poked the jerky next to it with a fork, and the jerky collided with the plate, making a crisp clanging sound.

Alice looked at this scene curiously, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Captain, is today the same as yesterday's meal?"

"Tomorrow will be the same," Duncan looked up at the cursed doll, "Do you want to try?"

Alice thought for a while, picked up a piece of jerky with her hand, put it in her mouth and chewed it twice, and then spit it out with a bang: "It's not delicious at all!"

"You can't eat it even if it's delicious - do you have a stomach?" Duncan stretched out his hand and took away the remaining half of the jerky in Alice's hand, "Let you try it, you really try."

As he said, he glanced at the food on the plate with some worry.

The jerky tasted like thick cardboard with salt, and the cheese was like loose sand mixed with firewood, and no matter how it was handled, there was a strange smell.

The good news is that these foods are at least not spoiled and will not poison people, and the bad news is that the power of the passage of time still turns these incorruptible substances into some extreme state that is not recommended to swallow - Duncan has every reason to believe that the cheese is several rounds older than himself, and those jerky have at least witnessed a century of ups and downs if they were still alive.

The captain of the Lost Home may not have to worry about scurvy, but Duncan still longs for a healthy diet - at least, he wants the food on his plate to be a little younger than himself.

The same age is also fine.

The "Lost Hometown Material Supply Plan" and "Land Exploration Plan" that I had planned yesterday came to mind again.

But this is not something that can be achieved in a short time.

Duncan sighed and continued to cut the "firewood" on the plate with a vengeful attitude, and Ai, who had been looking at it with his head tilted on the table next to him for a long time, walked over curiously, the bird first glanced at its owner, and then looked at the contents of the plate: "Insufficient crystal ore reserves?

Duncan glanced at the pigeon, casually pinched some fallen cheese crumbs and threw them at it, Ai lowered his head and pecked it twice, and immediately stood still as if he were suddenly dead......

The bird was stiff like this for three or four seconds before it suddenly moved, it flapped its wings and flew to the shelf next to it, making a panic sound: "I'm starving to death today, dying outside, jumping from here, I won't eat......"

Duncan felt a little hurt, On the other side of the table, the goathead, which had been quiet for a long time, finally couldn't help but start making a creaking sound of wood rubbing.

Before the guy got on fire himself, Duncan finally nodded: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Yes, captain," Goathead had a chance to speak, and immediately became noisy, "I've been wanting to ask since yesterday, the ...... you brought. It's called 'Ai', right? Why can't I always understand what it says? I thought about it all night yesterday, what does it mean to charge Q coins?

Duncan immediately raised his eyebrows - he really didn't expect this goat's head to be able to hold back until this time before asking, he actually underestimated the self-control of this guy!

"You don't have to worry, this bird has a strange mind," Duncan did not stop his woodworking work, but casually said the excuse he had thought of while making the sound of a chisel and saw with the knife and fork in his hand, "It seems to communicate with people in a language that only it can understand, and you can roughly guess what it means if you listen too much."

"Is that so?" The goat's head thought to himself, "But I always feel that there is some logic hidden in its words...... It was as if there was a complete, self-consistent set of knowledge hidden behind the language...... Did you discover Ai while walking through the spirit world? Could it be some kind of projection from the depths? You know, the deeper you go, the more information from the misplaced space-time will emerge in the form of projections, including some fragments of the lost era and even the future that we have not understood, maybe Ai is talking about something else in time-space?

The cutting work in Duncan's hand paused for a moment with an imperceptible magnitude to the naked eye, and then everything went on as usual, and at the same time said in a flat tone: "Then I wish you to summarize the logic behind Ai's language as soon as possible."

Goathead's words may have been casually guessed, but the information revealed in them inevitably made waves in Duncan's heart!

In the process of walking in the spirit world, his soul approached the "deeper" of this world? The deeper the "deeper" place, the more you will see projections from dislocated time and space? Those projections may even present scenes in different timelines?

Duncan didn't see any "scenery in different timelines" when he was walking in the spirit world, but Goathead said something that was right - Ai, it was indeed from another time and space.

So ...... Was this pigeon brought to this world by an earthling named "Zhou Ming", or did it really come from the deeper part of this world, as the goathead said?