Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 9

The sun is bright.

If that glowing object high in the sky is really the sun, then its “sunlight”…is really bright.

Duncan didn’t know how long he stared at the sky until his eyes became sore and unbearably sore that he finally looked away from the clouds. However, the posture of the “sun” was still deeply imprinted on his retina and the depths of his mind, even if he closed his eyes. 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 quietly running 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 alien stars, the stars hanging high in the sky will not look like this.

But now he had to accept the truth.

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

Even the sun turned into something he couldn’t understand.

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

Push the door back in and you’ll be back in the room he’s lived in for so many years, back in his bachelor pad.

But outside that room, the thick fog had already covered the whole world, and the “hometown” he was familiar with, in a sense, only the last 30-square-meter hut remained.

It seems that the “home” that can be returned as long as the door is opened is actually just another boat sailing alone.

During the long silence, the voice of the goat’s head suddenly entered Duncan’s ears: “Captain, where are we going next? Do you have any sailing plans?”

Sailing plans? How could Duncan have that kind of thing—although he also wanted to immediately formulate a complete plan to explore the world and finalize the next voyage, but he didn’t even have a normal sea chart at hand, let alone I don’t know what kind of land there is in this world, what kind of power it has, and I don’t know whether this endless ocean has an end.

He had only just learned how to pilot the Lost Home a few hours ago.

But he still pondered, and said in his heart after a few minutes: “Where did the ship that collided with the Lost Country come from?” “Which city-states do you want to go to?

” Immediately afterwards, he dissuaded, “I suggest that you should not approach the waterways controlled by those city-states… at least not now. Although you are the great Captain Duncan, the current state of the Lost Country… is not as good as it used to be after all, and those The city-state’s garrison navy and the Holy See guards will definitely do their best to resist your… attack.”

Duncan was a little speechless for a while, and he suddenly wanted to know what the “Captain Duncan” he replaced did in the past. Things, so that it seems that showing up in the world can instantly stimulate a group of 25 people…

And listening to the euphemistic meaning of Goat Head’s words, Duncan also realized that the Lost Homeland and his “captain” are now The state of the ship does not seem to be as good as it usually compliments-the reason why the ghost captain and his ship are in the ocean is actually not daring to return to the port of the civilized world?

Another way of saying exile is to travel to the end of the world!

Duncan was a little distressed. He desperately needed to find a way to understand this world. He had to find a way to get in touch with the “civilized society” of this world, whether it was to survive here for a long time or to return to the “civilized society” he was familiar with. “Hometown”, he can’t continue to wander in this endless ocean with the current, but the problem is that the

“civilized society” in this world doesn’t seem to think so.

In the eyes of the locals, “Captain Duncan” is a world boss who wanders outside the main city. Once he appears in the field of vision, he must pull a group of 25 people… Duncan sighed—but if this “lost homeland

” He wouldn’t be so passive even if he had a book on the No. 1, the only source of information he had here was that nagging goat head, but at this stage he didn’t dare to expose his details too much in front of that goat head.

But then again… why is there not even a single book on this huge ship?

The lonely and long sailing journey is an extremely stressful environment for people living at sea. People always need some means of relieving stress. Ordinary sailors may not have much time to read for entertainment, 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 must at least have a captain who can understand charts, astrology, and calculate routes.

Doubtful in his heart, Duncan asked casually—he asked very cautiously, trying his best to appear casual, but Goat’s head answered without hesitation: “Books? Reading at sea is a dangerous thing.

” , the deep depths, and those guys in the subspace are waiting for holes in the minds of mortals all the time, and the only safe reading materials are those “classics” issued by the Holy See. Those things are safe, but they are not as boring as reading. Go wash the deck… Aren’t you always not interested in things from the Holy See?”

Duncan raised his eyebrows immediately.

How could it be life-threatening to read a book at sea? Are only the “classics” of the Holy See safe to read? What is wrong with this boundless sea?

It feels as if he has acquired a little more knowledge about the world, but it is followed by new doubts. Duncan can only suppress these new doubts in his heart, and he comes to the end of the ship’s side, looking at the endless sea in the distance with the sky.

That round of golden “sun” sheds a thousand zhang rays of light, and the undulations like fine gold leaf are reflected on the sea surface-if you don’t consider the strange appearance of the sun, this is indeed a beautiful scene.

“I want to hear your suggestion,” Duncan finally said cautiously to the goat’s head after much deliberation, “I’m a little tired of this aimless voyage, maybe…” Just halfway through his words, there was a strange feeling

. The “feeling” suddenly came from the bottom of his heart. This feeling came from the connection between him and the “Lost Country”, as if some “foreign object” suddenly touched the ship, and then he heard the sound of the stern. There was a “boom” from the direction, as if something heavy hit the deck.

Duncan frowned, and immediately pulled out the loaded flintlock gun at his waist, and the one-handed long sword with the other hand, and then quickly ran towards the direction where the sound came from.

After a while, he came to the poop deck, and he was dumbfounded by something lying quietly on the deck.

It was that gorgeous wooden box like a coffin.

It’s that weird puppet.

A creepy feeling surged into Duncan’s heart. He stared at the box that was still wet on the surface, as if the latter would suddenly open by itself in the next second. Then, he noticed that the nails around the wooden box lid had It was gone.

Those were the nails he had hammered into the box before throwing it into the sea, so it should be very strong.

After vigilantly confronting the box beside the box for several minutes, Duncan finally made up his mind. He held the flintlock tightly in one hand, and with the other hand, he used his long sword to penetrate the gap in the wooden box’s lid, and then he slammed it hard. pry open.

The ornate lid creaks open, and the inanimate Goth doll still lies inside, surrounded by a red velvet lining, like a sleeping princess.

Duncan stared at the puppet for a few seconds, and said in a serious tone (he believed that he had shown enough majesty at this moment): “If you are alive, then get up and talk to me.

” After saying it twice, the puppet remained motionless.

Duncan looked at her with a serious expression, and finally said lightly: “Very well, then I can only send you back.”

After finishing speaking, he put the lid back on without hesitation, then brought tools and gave the box A circle of coffin nails was nailed in a criss-cross pattern on the top. After the nails were hammered, an iron chain was found, and the original hook on the box was used to secure its lid firmly.

After finishing all this, Duncan straightened up and clapped his hands in satisfaction. He looked at the “coffin” which was tied up by himself and added a circle of coffin nails, and nodded slightly: “This time, you probably won’t be able to get out of the coffin.”

Said After that, he kicked the box into the sea again without hesitation.

Watching the box falling into the water, and seeing the box rising and falling with the current and gradually drifting away, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and left the stern.

But just halfway there, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where the box drifted away again.

The wooden box is still drifting on the sea.

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

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

“Maybe I should put a cannonball or something in it, so that it can sink…”

Duncan muttered, then turned around and walked slowly towards the captain’s cabin.

“You were a little harsh on that lady.” The voice of the goat’s head came in his head.

“Shut up—you call a cursed puppet a ‘lady’?”

“That does look like a cursed puppet…but what curse on the Great Sea can beat the Lost Home and the great Captain Duncan? Actually, Captain. That lady is quite gentle and harmless…”

Duncan: “…”

Why is the goat head so proud when he talks about the curse and notoriety of the Lost Country and Captain Duncan?

Perhaps sensing Duncan’s moodiness in the silence, the goat’s head immediately changed the subject: “Captain, you said earlier that you wanted to hear my advice, specifically…” “Let’s talk about it later, I need to rest for a

while—— Navigating the Lost Country in the spirit world exhausted my energy before, so please keep quiet.”

“Yes, captain.”

Goat’s head became quiet, and Duncan returned to the captain’s cabin. He came to the nautical table, His eyes scanned the chart casually.

In the next second, his eyes suddenly froze.

There seemed to be a slight change in the sea chart—the gray-white patches that seemed to be alive and wriggling that originally covered the entire blueprint seemed to have dissipated a little bit, and the sea around the Lost Country was becoming clearer!

This thing… Is it updating the information of the surrounding sea area in real time as the Lost Home sails?

Duncan immediately came to the nautical table, paying full attention to the subtle changes on the chart.

But his state of concentration was soon interrupted.

In the depths of the mind, the Lost Homeland again sent the signal of “contact with foreign objects”, and immediately after, Duncan heard a “boom” sound from the deck behind the captain’s cabin.

(end of this chapter)