Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 10 Is Elegance So Elegant

The "coffin" is back.

On the stern deck of the Lost Home, Duncan looked expressionlessly at the gorgeous wooden box lying quietly in front of him, and the water droplets on the edge of the wooden box fell at his feet drop by drop, confirming that his previous memory of throwing the wooden box into the sea was not false, and that this thing was indeed floating in the sea not long ago.

Such a strange situation was enough to make people feel chills in their hearts, but for some reason, Duncan's mood at the moment was calmer than he had imagined.

Perhaps because he was on this already extremely strange ghost ship, or because he had just experienced a thrilling "spirit drift" and ship collision accident not long ago, or perhaps because he had been dealing with an equally weird goathead for several days, Duncan seemed to have developed a certain immunity to the bizarre and bizarre supernatural phenomena of this world.

In fact, as early as the last time he threw this "cursed doll" into the sea, he vaguely guessed that things would not end so easily.

He lowered his head, and unsurprisingly found that the iron nails and the chain that had been nailed around the coffin before were gone, and then he bent down and used the pirate sword in his hand to pry open the lid of the "coffin" again.

The gorgeous Goth doll still lies quietly in the center of the red velvet lining, with her hands folded, quiet and elegant.

But this time Duncan clearly noticed that the corners of the other party's skirt seemed to have traces of being wet by seawater - a slight sea smell came from the inside of the coffin lid.

Up to now, this strange doll does not seem to have any other outrageous or dangerous behavior except for going and returning again and again, but just "going and returning" is already a standard attribute of "cursed items".

Duncan looked at the doll expressionlessly for a while, and suddenly broke the silence with a smile: "I suddenly want to satisfy my curiosity......"

As soon as the words fell, he turned around and walked to the entrance of the cabin not far away, leaving the doll on the deck with a sense of relief.

although he was personally wary of the doll and didn't want to keep her by his side, based on his knowledge of the Lost Homeland and the goat's head, he knew that it wouldn't be too much of a problem to put the doll on the deck for the time being.

And he has to do some "preparation" during this time.

Duncan passed through the aft deck, opened the wooden door to the lower deck, stepped on the wooden stairs that I don't know how many years ago, and came to the cabin below the deck, which belonged to the "upper cabin" in the cabin, which was the place where the guns were placed - the old front-loading guns lay quietly on both sides of the cabin, the mildew and blackened wooden boards covered the firing ports next to it, and the black powder barrels and solid iron ball-like shells were stacked between the gun positions. It looks like it has been piled up for a century.

Duncan's eyes swept over these things that looked quite old at a glance, and suddenly thought of something in his heart -

on

this ship, he didn't see a second "human" figure besides himself, so these artillery pieces...... Who is controlling it?

Is it the same as the lost homeland itself, these artillery can be loaded and fired by themselves at that time?

Then the freshwater compartment on the shipWhat about it? Are you also supplementing yourself? Where is the damage? Is it also self-repairing? Or ...... Does this ship really have the concept of "damage"?

The questions in my heart popped up one by one, but I couldn't think of how to explain it.

Duncan knew very well that he still knew too little about this ship, although he had explored here to a certain extent in the past few days, but he only had a general understanding of its superstructure, those deeper areas were far more eerie and more terrifying than the upper layers, plus he had been hoping to leave his "bachelor apartment" and return to the normal world on Earth, He did not focus his main attention on the Lost Home, which led to his lack of momentum on "this side".

But now, he suddenly has a greater curiosity about the ship, or rather...... There is a greater sense of control.

This is his ship, and he should know about this "lost home".

This may also be the change that occurred after holding the steering wheel.

Duncan shook his head, temporarily keeping his follow-up exploration plan in mind, and then came to the place where the shells were stacked......

Moments later, Duncan, holding several cast-iron shells, returned to the aft deck, just as he had thought - the cursed figure in the coffin was still lying honestly in the wooden box.

"Did she move just now?"

"Not at all," the goat's voice came immediately, as if it had been held back for too long, crackling as soon as it opened its mouth, "this lady is as quiet as she is, you should trust my judgment, she is gentle and harmless to you, since she has returned to the ship again and again, it may indicate that there is some connection between her and her coffin and the Lost Home, which a great horticulturist once ......

"Shut up."

"Oh."

Duncan stared at the doll in the coffin expressionlessly.

I don't know if she really can't act, or if she's still pretending to be asleep - Duncan doesn't care about it anyway.

He was about to satisfy his curiosity.

Solid iron ball-like cast iron shells are particularly heavy, and when executing traitors on ships, tying such shells is enough to kill even the most experienced sailors.

Duncan put four in the coffin—and then returned to the cabin to move the other four.

Eight shells filled almost all the remaining space in the wooden box, and the gorgeous and elegant Goth doll was now surrounded by a circle of shells, looking ...... Martial virtue is very abundant.

Elegance is not very elegant, and evil is really evil.

Duncan sealed the lid of the coffin again, and then pushed the wooden box to the edge of the deck with great effort.

Finally, he kicked the coffin into the sea.

The sound of heavy falling water came, and the gorgeous wooden box went straight into the water and sank.

Duncan was still standing quietly on the edge of the deck, staring at the place where the wooden box fell into the water, and did not move for a long time.

The voice of the goat's head came into his mind: "Captain, have you changed your mind?" If you regret discarding this loot, the Lost Homeland can try to use the anchor to retrieve the box again, although this is not the correct use of the anchor, but the anchor says it can be tried......"

"Shut up."

"But I see you've been standing on the edge of the deck for a long time......"

"

Shut up." "Oh."

Duncan exhaled softly.

In front of the dog-legged goat's head, he could never admit that his toes hurt.

So he was in pain on the deck for several minutes, trying to maintain the seriousness that a majestic captain should have, and in the end he was a little skeptical that he looked like a wife stone before finally calming down, and then returned to the upper cabin below deck unhurriedly.

After waiting quietly for a few more minutes, guessing that the time was almost up, Duncan suddenly walked to the aft area of the upper cabin, opened the observation window between the two aft guns, and focused on the movement on the sea.

The goat's head was quiet not long after, and at this time, he couldn't help it: "Captain, are you ......"

Duncan replied without looking up while staring at the sea intently: "I'm curious about how that 'cursed doll' came back."

"Eh...... Because she is a cursed doll? ”

“…… I admire your unreasonable attitude, but I think that even if it is a cursed doll, there must be some kind of process for her to return to the ship. She wanted to pretend that she was 'dead', but returned to the ship again and again, I think there must be a reason for this, and the other party must have the ability to communicate...... But now that she refuses to communicate, then I can only find a way to grasp her behavior and forcibly establish communication with that guy."

Listening to Duncan's explanation, Goathead was silent for two seconds, and suddenly asked tentatively: "Captain, you seem to ...... Interest suddenly increased? Ah, this is a good phenomenon! You haven't been in a good mood since you woke up last time, and you seem to have lost interest in many things, your loyal first mate and second mate ......"

"Shut up." "Oh."

After the goat head quieted down, Duncan was still concentrating on the movement on the sea, and in his line of sight, there was only a calm sea in the direction of the stern.

That "coffin" seemed to have really sunk into the deep sea and no longer appeared.

But with the experience of the first two times, Duncan was extra patient this time, he silently calculated the time, waited silently, observed silently, and let time flow.

He didn't seem to notice that he was actively looking forward to the doll reappearing.

Then, a small black shadow really appeared in his field of vision.

In the midst of a wave, the dark shadow rushed into Duncan's eyes, it was a beautiful wooden box, breaking through the sea like a lonely boat in the wind and waves, and the beautiful goth doll was standing in the wooden box, holding her gorgeous coffin lid in a rather imposing posture, rowing forward with a bow left and right in the wind and waves.

A goth doll standing in a coffin waving the coffin lid to ride the wind and waves.

Elegance is not so elegant, evil is trueTM is more evil than eight cannonballs.

Duncan was shocked.