Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 33 Fish

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

After finishing a not-so-satisfying breakfast, Duncan's mood did not improve in the slightest as his stomach was filled, but because some of the information that Goat Head had inadvertently mentioned evoked a bunch of messy conjectures, so he became a little irritable.

He looked at Pigeon Ai, who was strolling on a nearby shelf, and felt that the cranky thoughts in his mind became more and more outrageous.

He always believed that this pigeon full of "earth words" was born because he had an earthling soul, and thought that when he was walking in the spirit world, the individual "Zhou Ming" reacted with the brass compass, thus giving birth to a strange bird like Ai.

But if ...... Is this really not the case?

What if, as the goathead said, this pigeon is nothing more than some kind of phantom running out of a "deeper" place, and then it happens to condense a form around itself?

Then the "earth words" that Ai Yi popped up from time to time had nothing to do with the memory of "Zhou Ming", but became a projection of a certain period of history recorded by the world itself......

The possibility behind this upset Duncan.

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

Duncan glanced at the doll lady in surprise, who scratched her hair awkwardly: "I think since I have already boarded the ship, I should find something to do, otherwise I will be like a bastard ......"

"But you don't eat at all," Duncan reminded her, "But it's good that you have this heart - send the plate to the water room, discuss it with the pool, If it doesn't mind, you wash it.

After

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

The pigeon that

was walking on the shelf immediately flew to Duncan's shoulder and left the room with Duncan, leaving Alice staring at the goat's head in front of the nautical table.

"Is the captain in a bad mood?" After hesitating for a moment, Alice asked the goat head cautiously.

The goat's tone was deep: "The captain's mood is like the weather of the boundless sea, don't speculate, just accept it."

Alice didn't wait for the goat's head to continue speaking, and quickly continued, "By the way, just now the captain said let me discuss it with the pool...... How can we discuss it?

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

Before the goat head finished speaking, he saw Alice quickly clean up the tableand then rushed to the door and shouted: "No, I will learn, thank you, Mr. Goathead, goodbye!"

The

captain's room suddenly fell silent, leaving only the dark goat's head on the table, staring at the direction of everyone's departure with empty eyes.

After a long time, a sigh came from the sailing table: "How good would it be if I had legs......"

Then its gaze returned to the chart.

The fog around the Lost Home was still dissipating unhurriedly, and the task of steering it left to it by the captain still had to be completed well.

Under precise control, the massive and "living" ghost ship sensitively adjusted the angles of its sails and began to continue sailing on this boundless sea, while the goat's head hummed a boat song that had been passed down for unknown years - a rough hoarse, noisy "hum" echoed in the captain's cabin:

"The sails are raised, the sailors who have left home continue to move forward;

"In the wind and waves, in the noise, we are only one layer of planks away from death;

"Put away the horn sails, open the mainsail, let go of the cables, and hold on to the side of the ship! We have come to the middle of the sea!

"A little farther away from the fish, a little farther away from the fish, the sailors will cross the route in which the offspring are entrenched;

"Stay away from the fish, stay away from the fish! We want to dock safely - the spirits and stove are ahead......"

Duncan circled around the warehouse where supplies were stored, circled around the kitchen, and finally returned to the deck in the middle of the Lost Home.

No matter how many times he rummaged through it, he couldn't find anything more palatable than jerky and cheese on this ship.

The good news is that he doesn't have to eat biscuits with maggots like the sailors of the sailing age on Earth, and the bad news is that there are not even biscuits with maggots on this ship.

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

Looking at the boundless sea, he kept thinking in his heart:

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

"Alice may still need a change of clothes, there is no dress that suits her on this ship.

"We must establish contact with the city-states on land as soon as possible...... The Lost Home has been adrift on the sea for too many years, and the city-states on land may have developed to a point where even the goat's head cannot be predicted during this time, and from what I saw in that sewer before, at least the city-state of Prade is a strong and advanced city, and the revolvers carried by those cultists can also illustrate the technological development of human society......

"The ancient ghost ship may not be so invincible in the face of a civilized society that has developed for a century, and the remnants of the Lost Homeland are still there, but it will be difficult to do if only the remnants remain......"

Duncan glanced at Ai on his shoulder.

Maybe...... After recuperating today, it's time to try the next "spiritual walk".

"Coo?"

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

Duncan couldn't help but laugh, 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.

He was attracted by the movement, and subconsciously glanced a few more times outside the ship, and then noticed that there seemed to be something swimming below the nearby water.

After hesitating for a moment, Duncan suddenly slapped him on the head.

"Hi! My reaction ...... This is at sea! Aren't there fish in the sea?

He realized that establishing contact with the land and providing stable supplies to the Lost Home was not something that could be done overnight, but couldn't this vast sea itself be of some help?

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

Duncan's enthusiasm was stimulated, and he remembered that there were heavy rods for sea fishing in a warehouse somewhere below deck, and that they could be found on the side of the boat at the edge of the deck to hold the rods, as for the bait...... Not sure if those jerky and cheese will work?

In this way, the cursed doll washes dishes in the water room, the talking goat's head concentrates on sailing, and the captain of the Lost Homeland is busy between the deck and the cabin.

Duncan quickly found what he wanted, he carried three heavy fishing rods back to the deck with "bait", and fixed these things to the edge of the side rather rustily.

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, he is idle, what if?

It is used as a recuperation before the next spiritual walk, and by the way, it can also keep an expectation for future food improvements.

Duncan sat down between a few fishing rods, and after a long wait, his mood gradually calmed down.

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

Duncan sat on the barrel, leaning against a winch used to hold the cables, and squinted his eyes slightly as the hull swayed slightly.

At some point, he fell into a half-asleep state.

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

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

He heard the sound of splashing water, followed the sound, and saw a fish suddenly jumping out of the calm water nearby.

It was a group of small golden fish, which looked the size of a palm, spitting bubbles in the air and wiggling their tails, as if swimming in water, slowly circling around Duncan.

These fish swimming in the air leaned closer little by little, Zhou Ming looked at them curiously, looking at their bulging eyes, looking at their fine scales, looking at their mouths that closed one by one, and the fine lines like water waves floating slightly behind them.

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

Very fragrant.

It must be very, very fragrant.