Chapter 9: Go and come back again

The sun is bright.

If the luminous object hanging high in the sky is really the sun, then its “sunlight”… is indeed very bright.

Duncan didn’t know how long he stared at the sky. It wasn’t until his eyes became unbearably sore that he finally looked away from the clouds. However, the gesture of the “sun” was still deeply imprinted on his retinas and deep in 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 flow of light 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 alien sky, the stars hanging high in the sky will not look like this.

But now he had to accept the truth.

He was in a foreign land, a far more distant land than he imagined.

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

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

Pushing the door open, he could return to the room where he had lived for many years, to his bachelor pad.

But outside that room, the thick fog had long obscured the entire world. In a sense, the “hometown” he was familiar with was the last 30-square-meter hut left.

The “home” that seems like you can return to it as long as you open the door is actually just another lonely boat on the sea.

In the long silence, the goat-headed 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? Even though he wanted to immediately formulate a complete plan to explore the world and finalize the next voyage, he didn’t even have a normal nautical chart, let alone a normal nautical chart. We don’t know what kind of land there is in this world, what kind of power there is, and we don’t know whether there is an end to this endless ocean.

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

But he still pondered, and after a few minutes he said in his mind: “Where did the ship that collided with the Lost Home come from?”

“Do you want to go to those city-states?” The goat-headed voice was a little surprised, and then he tried to dissuade you. “I suggest that you don’t get close to the waterways controlled by those city-states…at least not now. Although you are the great Captain Duncan, The current state of the Lost Home is…after all, it is not as good as it was back then, 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 moment. He suddenly wanted to know what outrageous things the “Captain Duncan” he replaced had done back then, so much so that it seemed that just showing up in the world could instantly stimulate 25 people. The group originally…

And listening to the euphemistic meaning of Goat Head’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 – I dare to love the ghost captain and his ship in the ocean. The reason is actually that they dare not return to the port of the civilized world?

Another way of saying “True Exile” is to travel to the end of the world!

Duncan is a little troubled. He urgently needs to find a way 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 “civilized society” he is familiar with. “Hometown”, he can’t continue to wander on this endless ocean with the current, and the problem is-

The “civilized societies” of this world don’t seem to think so.

In the eyes of the locals, “Captain Duncan” is a world BOSS that hangs around outside the main city. Once he appears within sight, he must form a 25-man raid…

Duncan sighed – if there was a book to read on the “Homeless Ship”, he wouldn’t be so passive. His only source of information here is the nagging goat head, but he doesn’t dare to at this stage. It was too revealing of one’s true identity 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 voyage is an extremely stressful environment for people who live at sea. People always need some means to relieve stress. Ordinary sailors may not have time to read and entertain, but the dignified “Captain Duncan”… He can’t be illiterate, right?

You must know that “captain” is a technical job that requires a high level of knowledge. Even the most rude and brutal pirates must at least have a captain who can read charts, understand astrology, and calculate routes.

There was some doubt in his mind, so Duncan asked casually – he asked very cautiously, trying his best to make it look like a casual mention, but the goat-headed answer was without any hesitation:

“Books? Reading books at sea is a dangerous thing. Those in the Deep Depths and Subspace are waiting for loopholes in the minds of mortals all the time, and the only safe reading materials are the ‘classics’ issued by the Holy See. That thing is safe, but it’s so boring to read that it’s better to wash the decks… Aren’t you always not interested in things from the Holy See?”

Duncan immediately raised his eyebrows.

How come reading a book at sea can still be life-threatening? Can only the “classics” of the Holy See be safely read? What’s wrong with this boundless sea?

It felt like he had gained a little more knowledge about the world, but along with it came new doubts. Duncan had to forcefully suppress these new doubts in his heart. He came to the end of the ship’s side and looked at the endless sea water in the distance. with the sky.

The golden “sun” sheds thousands of rays of light, and what is reflected on the sea is undulations like fine gold foil – if you don’t take into account the weird appearance of the sun, this is indeed a beautiful sight.

“I want to hear your advice,” after careful consideration, Duncan finally said to the goat head cautiously, “I’m a little tired of this aimless voyage, maybe…”

Just in the middle of what he said, a strange “feeling” suddenly came from the bottom of his heart. This feeling came from the connection between him and the “Lost Home”, as if some “foreign object” suddenly came into contact with the ship. , and then, he heard another “boom” from the stern direction of the ship, as if something heavy hit the deck.

Duncan frowned, and then he pulled out the loaded flintlock gun from his waist. He pulled out the one-handed long sword with his other hand, and then ran quickly towards the direction of the sound.
After a while, he came to the stern deck and was stunned by something lying quietly on the deck.

It’s that gorgeous wooden box like a coffin.

It’s that weird doll.

A creepy feeling came to Duncan’s heart. 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. Then, he noticed that the nails around the lid of the wooden box had already Gone.

Those were the nails he drove into the box before throwing it into the sea. They should be very strong.

After standing vigilantly next to the box for several minutes, Duncan finally made up his mind. He held the flintlock gun tightly in one hand, and with the other hand, he used his long sword to penetrate the gap in the lid of the wooden box, and then forcefully opened it. Pry open.

The gorgeous box lid opened with a creak, and the lifeless Gothic doll still lay quietly inside, surrounded by a red velvet lining, like a sleeping princess.

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

I said it twice, but the doll still didn’t move.

Duncan looked at her seriously, and finally said calmly: “Very good, then I can only send you back.”

After saying that, he put the lid back on without hesitation, then took the tools and hammered a circle of coffin nails in a criss-cross pattern on the box. After hammering the nails, he also found an iron chain and used the original nails on the box. hook to hold its cover firmly in place.

After doing all this, Duncan stood up and clapped his hands with satisfaction. He looked at the “coffin” that was tied up with a ring of coffin nails and nodded slightly: “You shouldn’t be able to lift 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 current and gradually drift away, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and left the stern of the boat.

But just halfway through, he suddenly turned around and looked again in the direction of the box floating away.

The wooden box is still drifting on the sea.

Duncan nodded, turned around and continued walking away, then suddenly turned back.

The box is still floating on the sea, and it has floated far, far away.

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

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

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“You were a little harsh on that lady,” the goat-headed voice said in his mind.

“Shut up – you called a cursed doll ‘lady’?”

“It does look like a cursed doll… But what curse can be compared to the Lost Home and the great Captain Duncan on the Infinite Sea? Captain, that lady is actually quite gentle and harmless…”

Duncan: “…”

Why is this goat-head so proud when talking about the curse and infamy of the Lost Home and Captain Duncan?

Perhaps sensing Duncan’s bad mood in the silence, Goat Head immediately changed the subject: “Captain, you said before that you wanted to hear my advice, specifically…”

“Let’s talk about it later. I need to take a rest – sailing the Lost Home in the spirit world has consumed my energy. Please keep quiet next time.”

“Yes, Captain.”

The goat head fell silent, and Duncan returned to the captain’s cabin. He came to the navigation table and glanced at the chart casually.

The next second, his eyes suddenly solidified.

There seems to be a subtle change in the chart – the gray-white patches that originally covered the entire chart and were constantly crawling as if alive seemed to have dissipated a little bit, and the sea around the Lost Home is becoming clearer!

Is this thing… is it updating the information of the surrounding sea areas in real time as the Lost Home is sailing?

Duncan immediately came to the navigation table and paid full attention to the subtle changes on the chart.

But his state of concentration was soon interrupted.

Deep in his mind, the Lost Home received another signal of “contact with a foreign object”, and immediately afterwards, Duncan heard a “boom” from the deck behind the captain’s cabin.