Deep Sea Embers

The sun is bright.

If that luminous object hanging high in the sky is really the sun, then its "sunshine"...is really bright.

Duncan didn't know how long he stared at the sky until his eyes became sore and unbearable, and he finally retracted his gaze from the clouds. However, the "sun" attitude was still deeply imprinted in his retinas and deep in his mind, even if he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he could still clearly recall what it looked like—the sphere exuding golden light, the light flow twisting and escaping around the sphere, and the concentric ring structure running 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 sky of aliens, the stars hanging high in the sky will not look like this.

But now he has to accept the fact.

He is in a foreign land, a farther land than imagined.

Even the sun had become something he couldn't understand.

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

Pushing the door in, you can go back to the room he'd lived in for many years, back to his bachelor pad.

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 30-square-meter hut.

It seems that the "home" that can be returned by simply opening the door is actually just another lonely boat.

In the long silence, the voice of the goat head suddenly entered 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 the world, and finalize the next voyage, he didn't even have a normal chart at hand, let alone. I know what kind of land there is in this world, what forces it has, and I don't know if this endless ocean has an end.

He had only just figured out how to navigate the Lost Country a few hours earlier.

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

"You want to go to those city-states?" Goathead's voice was a little surprised, and then he discouraged, "I suggest you don't approach the waterways controlled by those city-states...at least not now. Although you are the great Captain Duncan, you are lost. The current state of the township... After all, it is not as good as it was in the past, and the garrison navy and the Holy See Guard of those city-states will definitely do their best to resist your... attack."

Duncan was a little speechless for a while. He suddenly wanted to know what the "Captain Duncan" he replaced was doing in the past, so that it seemed that even showing up in the world could instantly stimulate 25 people. The group was…

And listening to the euphemism in the words of the goat head, Duncan also realized that the current state of the Lost and his "captain" does not seem to be as good as it usually compliments it - the captain of the daring ghost and his ship tiger roaming the ocean. The reason is actually not daring to return to the port of the civilized world?

Another way of saying exile is a journey to the end of the world!

Duncan is a little distressed. He urgently needs to find a channel to understand the world. He must find a way to contact the "civilized society" of this world, whether it is to survive here for a long time or to solve the mystery and return to the one he is familiar with." Hometown", he can't continue to wander on this endless ocean, and the problem is—

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

In the eyes of the locals, "Captain Duncan" is a world boss who waves outside the main city. Once he appears in the field of vision, he must pull a group of 25 people...

Duncan sighed—as long as there was a book on the "Homeless", he wouldn't be so passive. His only source of intelligence here was the goat's head, but he didn't dare to be at this stage. The goat's head exposed his details too much.

But then again...how come there isn't even a book on this huge ship?

A lonely and long voyage is an extreme stressful environment for people living at sea. People always need some means of relieving stress. Ordinary sailors may not have time to read and entertain, but the dignified "Captain Duncan"...no Maybe illiterate?

You must know that a "captain" is a skilled craft that requires a high level of knowledge. Even the most rude and barbaric pirates must at least have a captain who can read charts, understand astrology, and calculate routes.

With some doubts in his heart, Duncan asked casually - he asked very cautiously, as if he was mentioning it casually, but Goat Head answered without any hesitation:

"Books? Reading books at sea is a dangerous thing. The deep depths and those guys in the warp are waiting for a loophole in the minds of mortals all the time, and the only safe readings are those 'classics' issued by the Holy See, That thing is safe, but it's better to wash the deck if it's boring to read... Haven't you always been disinterested in the Holy See?"

Duncan raised his eyebrows suddenly.

How can it be life-threatening to read a book at sea? Are only the Holy See's "canon" safe to read? What the **** is wrong with this boundless sea?

It seemed that he had acquired a little more knowledge about the world, but with it came new doubts. Duncan had to force these new doubts into his heart. He came to the end of the ship's side and looked at the endless sea in the distance. with the sky.

That round of golden "sun" shone a thousand feet of light, and the waves reflected on the sea surface like finely shredded gold foil—if you don't consider the strange appearance of the sun, this is indeed a beautiful sight.

"I'd like to hear your advice," Duncan finally said cautiously to Goathead after hesitating, "I'm a little tired of this aimless voyage, maybe..."

Just halfway through his words, a strange "feeling" suddenly came from the bottom of his heart. This feeling came from the connection between him and the "Homeless", as if some "foreign object" suddenly came into contact with the ship , and then, he heard the sound of "Winter" coming from the stern direction, as if something heavy hit the deck.

Duncan frowned, and then he pulled out the flintlock pistol that was already loaded at his waist, and the one-handed long sword with the other hand, and then quickly ran towards the direction of the sound.

After a moment, he came to the stern deck, and was stunned by something lying still on the deck.

It was that gorgeous wooden box like a coffin.

It's that weird puppet.

A creepy feeling came to Duncan's heart. He stared at the still wet box, as if the latter would suddenly open on its own in the next second. Then, he noticed that the nails around the lid of the wooden box had been removed. disappeared.

Those were the nails he nailed before throwing the box into the sea, and it should have been very strong.

After several minutes of vigilant confrontation next to the box, Duncan finally made up his mind. He held the flintlock pistol tightly in one hand, and with the other hand, he used his long sword to penetrate the gap of the lid of the wooden box, and then forcefully slammed it out. pry open.

The ornate lid creaked open, and the lifeless Gothic figure still lay there, surrounded by a red velvet lining, like a sleeping princess.

Duncan stared at the puppet for a few seconds, then spoke in a serious tone (he believed he was showing enough authority for the moment): "If you're alive, get up and talk to me."

After saying it twice in a row, the puppet remained motionless.

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

After he finished speaking, he closed the lid again without hesitation, then took the tools and nailed a circle of coffin nails crisscrossing the box. After hammering the nails, he found an iron chain and used the hook to secure its lid firmly.

After doing all this, Duncan straightened up and clapped his hands with satisfaction, and nodded slightly when he looked at the "coffin" who was **** with coffin nails and added a circle of coffin nails: "This time you shouldn't be able to open the coffin and rise."

After he finished speaking, 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 current and drift away, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and left the stern.

But just halfway there, he turned his head abruptly and looked again at the direction where the box was floating away.

The wooden box is still adrift on the sea.

Duncan nodded, turned his head and walked away, then turned back suddenly.

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

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

Duncan grunted, then turned around and slowly walked towards the captain's room.

"You're a little harsh with that lady." The voice of the goat head came in his head.

"Shut up - you call a cursed puppet 'lady'?"

"That does look like a cursed puppet...but what curse on the Infinity Sea could compare to the Lost Country and the great Captain Duncan? Captain, that lady is actually quite gentle and harmless..."

Duncan: "…"

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

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

"Let's talk about it later, I need to rest for a while - sailing the Lost Homes in the spirit world has drained my energy, you will be quiet now."

"Yes, Captain."

The goat head was quiet, and Duncan returned to the captain's room. He came to the sailing table and glanced casually at the chart.

In the next second, his eyes suddenly froze.

The chart seems to have undergone a subtle change - the gray-white patches that originally covered the entire chart and seemed to be wriggling with life seemed to dissipate a little bit, and the sea around the Homeless was becoming clearer!

This thing... Is it updating the information of the surrounding waters in real time as the Lost Country sails?

Duncan came to the sailing table at once, paying full attention to the subtle changes in the chart.

But his concentration was soon interrupted.

In the depths of his mind, the signal of "contact with foreign objects" came from the Homeless again, and then, Duncan heard the sound of "winter" on the deck behind the captain's cabin.