Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 194 "Captain"

The Warp can pollute everything but the Warp, even reality and time, but this doesn't seem to be a problem for the Lost.

For in a sense the ship was already part of the Warp - in fact its bottom was still sailing in the Warp even now.

You can't drive a man with zero sans into madness, and you can't re-contaminate a Lost Home that has been completely remodeled by the Warp.

Hearing Goat's Head's words, Duncan showed a thoughtful expression, but he didn't think for too long, because Goat's Head's voice came from the nautical table again: "Captain, you are beginning to be interested in things within the boundaries of civilization. Already—you have been concentrating on sailing beyond the border before. Is there anything in the city-state that is of great significance to you?"

Sailing beyond the border?

Duncan's heart moved slightly, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. He just answered casually: "It's just pure concern, no reason is needed."

"Ah, well, you are the captain, you have the final say," the goat's head replied immediately, and then it was silent for two seconds, as if hesitating or thinking about something, and then said in a low voice, "Then, how about Just in case, I want to ask you a question."

Duncan raised an eyebrow.

He heard a hoarse and low voice coming from inside the wooden carving: "Name?"

"Duncan Abu Normar," Duncan said with a blank face, and lightly crossed the fingers of his hands together, but this time, after saying the name, he suddenly laughed, and then asked, "Actually I'm curious, what if I say another name?"

This is the first time he has asked this question, and it is also his most daring "crossing" so far-the life on this ship, the many contacts with the goat's head, and the growing awareness of his own power and characteristics. Understanding, let him finally take this step tentatively.

Mutual probing and observation established the most basic tacit understanding. Duncan's rhetorical question was revealing a fact that both sides knew, but Goat Head fell into a long silence after this question. After a full minute, the captain's room Its deep and hoarse voice sounded again: "Then try not to tease me like this, captain, the Lost Country still needs you to take the helm."

Duncan laughed.

As he thought, if the goat's head had been the deputy of "Captain Duncan" in the past century, then it might even know the ghost captain better than the captain knew himself, and considering the world There are so many strange and extraordinary things in the world, would a "chief mate" who knew the captain extremely well not notice the change of the captain, would he not be able to imagine the possible situation?

No matter how careful the camouflage is, there are loopholes. This loophole will become more obvious as time goes by, but no one has mentioned this loophole, which means that this level of camouflage is just right and necessary.

The Lost Country needs a captain, and the captain's name is "Duncan Abnomare." The things behind the name don't matter, and it doesn't matter whether the captain is real or not, as long as there is a qualified person at the helm.

Duncan was just a little curious, why it was him, and...whether it was an unplanned situation that he now has "self-will", because according to his general understanding of ghost ships, if a cursed ship wants to continue If someone is "captured" to be the captain, then the selected person should actually be controlled by a curse, and he is obviously not bound by any restrictions.

But he didn't ask these questions, because the attitude of the goat head reminded him vaguely:
It’s fine for everyone to know some things, don’t make them too obvious.

Until we understand all the secrets behind the Lost Home, this topic can stop here.

"You still need your loyal first mate to serve you, and the Lost Country still needs a great captain to take the helm, what do you think?" Goat's head's voice came from the side, sounding a little expectant and even eager.

Duncan turned his head and looked at the other's obsidian-carved eyeballs.

"Of course." He said with a smile.

Then he stood up and walked towards the door of the captain's cabin: "I'm going to leave first, you take care of this ship."

The goat head has returned to the same dog-legged attitude as before, with a cheerful tone: "Of course, your loyal following omission will be here waiting for you to come back, I wish you all the way..."

Duncan had already opened the door and walked out of the room, blocking all the words behind the goat's head behind the door.

Standing on the poop deck, he exhaled softly, a strange feeling of relief floated in his heart, the morning sun was flooding the sea, making the whole deck seem to be filled with a warm atmosphere, and the door leading to the captain's cabin The gate stood quietly in front of Duncan, and the letters "Gate of the Homeless" on the door frame shone in the sunlight.

He pressed the handle and pushed forward slightly.

In the captain's room, Goat's Head sensed that the captain had temporarily left the Lost Home.

It was silent, everything in the room was silent, even the whole ship was silent, but after a few minutes, a low creaking sound suddenly came from under the floor, followed by some people in the room. The furnishings began to vibrate slightly, making various subtle sounds.

The voice of the goat's head broke the silence immediately, muttering to himself: "Mom... you're not angry... you shouldn't be angry... I'll go, I'm really not angry..."

All kinds of subtle noises in the room became more obvious.

"I know, I know... It's not that I have to ask for names every now and then! Isn't this for the safety of the voyage! In case of sudden fall back into the subspace, at least there are preparations... Don't make noise, don't make noise, I'm still in a mess... Why don't you ask next time! If it doesn't work, don't make noise... You guys also know that I'm the only one with a mouth in the whole boat...

"That puppet? Are you okay? She doesn't know the situation...Wait, when did you have such a good relationship with her? Didn't you fight all day...I feel sorry for being bullied too much? Can it still be like this?

"It's okay, let's go, let's go, let's concentrate on our journey, the captain may come back at any time, he may ask about the progress of the voyage... Can you learn to paddle the anchor? Swing it to provide some power , I look at the propellers of those steamships... okay, pretend I didn't say it... how about you jump into those two lifeboats and toss around? Well, pretend I didn't say it..."

The various noises in the captain's cabin gradually calmed down.

Goat's head sighed silently, and continued to control the huge ghost ship towards the direction of the Puland city-state.

On the sea chart shrouded in mist, the flickering light spot where the city-state is located is a little closer.

……

Zhou Ming pushed open the door of the bachelor apartment, and walked towards the world he was familiar with.

Outside the window is still shrouded in fog, and the world he is familiar with is still only so close.

And everything in the room remained the same as when he left, the bedding on the bed was a bit messy, the books on the bedside table were still spread out, the computer screen in the corner was flickering, and the "network is not connected" prompt was repeated in the lower right corner pop up.

Zhou Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the shelf at the end of the room.

The miniature model of the Lost Land still lay quietly in the grid, where he had placed it last time.

Zhou Ming picked up the lifelike "model" of the ghost ship, opened the door of the captain's cabin and took a look inside.

The nautical table was still empty, and there was no goat's head in sight.

Zhou Ming thought for a while, put the Lost Homelander back to its original position, then turned around and came to the desk, ready to sit down and rest. By the way, he sorted out the known information and his thoughts in this familiar and quiet environment.

But suddenly, his eyes were attracted by something on the desk.

Strictly speaking, not "something" but some weird...phenomena.

He saw some very, very tiny flames constantly jumping on the empty tabletop, and the tiny flames sprang up like sparks, and under the outline of these faint and faint green flames, some faint silhouettes were floating in the air. In and out.

It was as if something was condensing on the desk, but the condensing was too slow, and it was stuck in the state of being about to take shape.

Zhou Ming sat down in front of the desk, quietly watching the jumping flames, and the scene that was vaguely showing outlines in the flames. The green flames reflected on his face, and his slightly thin face gradually became serious. .

He made out, among the outlines of the dancing flames, some places he knew--certain blocks of Purland!
He could even make out some details of the city-state's coast.

The fire was burning, and Zhou Ming still remembered that the order he gave to the flame was to keep chasing and hunting the "things" with black umbrellas.

Now it has spread to almost all corners of the city-state.

Prey...everywhere! ?

Zhou Ming frowned a little bit. He thoughtfully tracked and distinguished the trajectories of those flames, looking for the law of their gathering and the direction where they might gather next, just like a hunter tracking the scent of his prey.

(End of this chapter)