Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 9 Going and Returning and Returning

The

sun is bright.

If the luminous object hanging high in the sky is really the sun, then its "sunlight"...... It was bright indeed.

Duncan didn't know how long he had been staring at the sky, until his eyes became sore and unbearable, and he finally retracted his gaze from the clouds, but the posture of the "sun" was still deeply imprinted in his retina and deep in his mind, and even when he closed his eyes, he could still clearly recall its appearance - the sphere emitting a faint golden light, the twisted and scattered light flow around the sphere, and the concentric ring structure that ran quietly around the sphere.

The sun is not like this, the sun should not be like this - in the world he is familiar with, even under the alien sky, the stars hanging high in the sky will not look like this.

But now he has to accept the facts.

He is in a foreign land, a foreign land that is more distant than imagined.

Even the sun became something he couldn't understand.

Duncan subconsciously turned his head and looked at the door in front of the captain's room.

Push the door inward, and you can return to the room where he had lived for many years, to his bachelor apartment.

But outside that room, the thick fog had already obscured the whole world, and the "hometown" he was familiar with was in a sense only the last thirty-square-meter hut left.

The "home" that seems to be able to return by simply pushing open the door is actually just another lonely boat.

In the long silence, the goat's head voice suddenly reached Duncan's ears: "Captain, where are we going next? Do you have any sailing plans? "

Voyage plan? How could Duncan have that kind of thing—although he also wanted to immediately formulate a perfect plan to explore this world and finalize the next voyage, but he didn't even have a normal chart at hand, let alone what kind of land there was in this world, what forces there were, and whether there was an end to this endless ocean.

He had just learned how to steer the lost ship a few hours ago.

But he still pondered, and after a few minutes he said in his heart: "Where did the ship that collided with the Lost Homeland come from?"

"Which city-states do you want to go to?" The goat's voice was a little surprised, and then he dissuaded him, "I suggest that you better stay away from the waterways controlled by those city-states...... At least not now. Despite being the great Captain Duncan, what is the current state of the Lost Home...... After all, it is not as good as it was back then, and the garrison navy and papal guard of those city-states will definitely do their best to resist you...... Attack.

Duncan was a little speechless for a while, he suddenly wanted to know what the "Captain Duncan" he had done back then, so much so that it seemed that showing his face in the world could instantly stimulate a group of 25 people......

And listening to the euphemistic meaning of Goathead's words, Duncan also realized that the current state of the Lost Home and his "captain" did not seem to be as good as it usually complimented - the reason why the ghost captain and his ship sat on the ocean was actually because they did not dare to return to the port of the civilized world?

Another way to say that it is really banished is to travel to the end of the world!

Duncan was a little distressed, he urgently needed to find a channel to understand this world, he had to find a way to contact the "civilized society" of this world, whether it was to survive here for a long time or to solve the mystery and return to the "hometown" he was familiar with, he could not continue to wander in this endless ocean, and the problem was——

The "civilized society" of this world doesn't seem to think so.

In the eyes of the locals, "Captain Duncan" is a world boss outside the main city, and once it appears in the field of vision, it must pull a 25-person group......

Duncan sighed - as long as there was a book on this "lost home" to read him, he would not be so passive, his only source of information here was the goat's head, but he didn't dare to expose his details too much in front of that goathead at this stage.

But then again...... Why is there not even a book on this huge ship?

A lonely long voyage is an extreme for those who live at seaOrdinary sailors may not have much time to read and entertain, but the dignified "Captain Duncan"...... It can't be illiterate, right?

You know, "captain" is a technical job that requires a high level of knowledge, even the most rude and savage pirates, at least there must be a captain who can understand charts, understand stars, and calculate routes.

There was some doubt in his heart, so Duncan asked casually - he asked very cautiously, as if he was casually mentioning it as much as possible, but Goat's answer was without any hesitation:

"Book? Reading books at sea is a dangerous thing, those guys in the deep depths and subspace are waiting for holes in the mortal minds all the time, and the only safe reading is the 'classics' issued by the Holy See, which are safe, but if they are boring, it is better to wash the deck...... Aren't you always not interested in things from the Holy See?

Duncan immediately raised his eyebrows.

How can reading this book at sea still be life-threatening? Can only the "classics" of the Holy See be read safely? What is the serious illness of this boundless sea?

It felt like he had mastered a little more knowledge about the world, but with it came new doubts, and Duncan had to forcibly suppress these new doubts in his heart, and he came to the end of the ship, looking at the endless sea and sky in the distance.

The golden "sun" shone with a thousand feet of light, and the undulating fluctuations on the sea surface were like fine gold leaf - if you don't consider the too strange appearance of the sun, this is indeed a beautiful scene.

"I would like to hear your advice," Duncan finally said cautiously to Goathead, "I am a little tired of this aimless voyage, maybe ......."

As soon as he was halfway through his words, a strange "feeling" suddenly came from the bottom of his heart, which came from the connection between him and the "Lost Home", as if some "foreign object" suddenly touched the ship, and then he heard a "dong" from the stern direction, as if something heavy had hit the deck.

Duncan frowned, then pulled out the flintlock short gun that had been loaded from his waist, and pulled out the one-handed long sword with his other hand, and then quickly ran in the direction where the sound came from.

A moment later he came to the aft deck, and he was stunned by something lying quietly on the deck.

It was the gorgeous wooden box that looked like a coffin.

It's that weird doll.

A creepy feeling came to Duncan's mind, and he stared at the box that was still wet on the surface, as if the latter would suddenly open on its own in the next second, and then he noticed that the nail around the lid of the wooden box was gone.

It was the nail he drove before throwing the box into the sea, and it should have been extremely strong.

After several minutes of vigilant confrontation next to the box, Duncan finally made up his mind, holding the flintlock gun in one hand and using his long sword with the other hand to penetrate the gap in the lid of the wooden box, and then pry it open with force.

The gorgeous lid creaked open, and the inanimate Goth doll still lay quietly inside, surrounded by a red velvet lining, like a sleeping princess.

Duncan stared at the doll for several seconds, and spoke in a deep voice in a serious tone (he believed he had shown enough majesty at this moment): "If you are alive, then get up and talk to me."

After saying it twice

in a row, the doll still didn't move.

Duncan looked at her with a serious expression, and finally said lightly, "Very good, then I can only send you back again."

After

saying that, he closed the lid again without hesitation, and then took the tool and nailed the coffin nails in a crisscross on the box.

After doing all this, Duncan straightened up and clapped his hands in satisfaction, looking at the "coffin" that had been tied up by his five flowers and added a circle of coffin nails, and nodded slightly: "You shouldn't be able to uncover the coffin this time." After saying that,

he kicked the box into the sea again without hesitation.

Watching the box fall into the water, and watching the box rise and fall with the sea current and drift away, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to leave the stern.

But halfway through, he suddenly turned around and looked again in the direction the box was drifting away.

The wooden box still drifts with the water on the sea.

Duncan nodded, turned his head and continued to walk away, and then suddenly turned back.

The box was still floating on the sea, and it had floated far, far away.

"Maybe I should put a cannonball or something in it so it can sink......"

Duncan muttered, and then really turned around and walked slowly in the direction of the captain's cabin.

"You are a little harsh on that lady." The voice of the goat's head came in his mind.

"Shut up - you call a cursed doll 'ma'?"

"That looks like it's a cursed doll...... But what curse on the boundless seas could compare to the Lost Homeland and the great Captain Duncan? Captain, in fact, that lady is quite gentle and harmless......"

Duncan: "......"

Why is this goathead so proud when he talks about the curse and notoriety of the Lost Home and Captain Duncan?

Perhaps sensing Duncan's poor mood in the silence, Goathead immediately changed the subject: "Captain, you said you wanted to hear my advice before, specifically ......"

"Let's talk about it later, I need to rest for a while - driving the Lost Home in the spirit world before lost my energy, you stay quiet next."

"Yes, captain."

The goat's head was quiet, and Duncan returned to the captain's cabin, where he came to the nautical table and glanced casually over the charts.

The next second, his gaze suddenly froze.

The chart seemed to have changed subtly - the gray-white patches that originally covered the entire drawing and wriggled as if they were alive seemed to have dissipated a little bit, and the sea surface around the Lost Homeland was becoming clearer!

This thing...... Is it that the information about the surrounding waters is updated in real time as the Lost Homeland sails?

Duncan immediately came to the nautical table, paying full attention to the subtle changes in the charts.

But his concentration was quickly interrupted.

Deep in his mind, the Lost Home once again sent a signal of "contact with a foreign object", and then Duncan heard a "dong" sound from the deck behind the captain's cabin.