Duncan felt that he would never forget this scene for the rest of his life - a gorgeous coffin was rising and falling on the strange and dangerous boundless sea, and a Gothic puppet driven by mysterious power stood in the coffin, holding a huge ball in his hands.
The coffin board comes riding the wind and waves...
And he didn't seem very happy.
This was so evil from any angle, that for a moment Duncan didn't even know whether to be surprised that the cursed doll was actually moving, or to be shocked by her majesty in holding the coffin boards. He just felt
This scene was really contrary to his initial imagination - he had imagined how the other party got back to the ship several times, but he had never imagined... this scene.
And while Duncan was stunned for a moment, the doll had already arrived near the stern of the Lost Home.
Although the tool she used was a coffin board, her stroke speed was amazingly fast, and she had unusual dexterity and strength. Duncan carefully poked his head out of the observation port and saw the doll throwing the coffin board into the coffin.
Then she reached out and grabbed a piece of wood protruding from the stern of the boat, and began to climb up quickly - as flexibly and quickly as if there were invisible ropes pulling her upwards, and the wooden box that looked quite heavy was even more
It strangely floated directly up from the sea, floating next to the doll as if it had lost weight.
Duncan quickly put his head back before the doll noticed him.
The doll obviously didn't realize that the captain of the ghost ship had been secretly observing. She climbed onto the towering stern of the Lost Home almost in the blink of an eye, jumped over to the deck, and then waved her fingers in the air.
, letting the coffin floating beside her land firmly at her feet, then she turned her head around, seeming to be observing the situation near the deck. After confirming that there was no one around, she quickly tidied up the clothes that were already a little wet.
He took off his clothes and started crawling into the coffin on his hands and knees.
Halfway through the climb, he was blocked by a pirate sword that suddenly appeared from the side - and then, the clicking sound of a flintlock hammer being raised reached his ears.
The action of the doll stiffened instantly. She tried to turn her head, but she saw a ghost captain wrapped in green flames standing next to her and staring at her coldly. The voice sounded cold and deep as if coming from the depths of the spiritual world: "
Oh, I got you, doll."
In front of Duncan's eyes, the doll trembled obviously. She seemed to be frightened and wanted to instinctively hide to the side. However, her movements were a little out of shape in the hurry. When her upper body swayed, Duncan heard a clear "click" sound from the
It came from the opponent’s shoulder and neck position.
Then her head fell off...
In front of Duncan, a beautiful head fell from the doll's body. The long silver-white hair spread out in the sea breeze, then wrapped around the head and rolled to his feet - the doll's body was still maintained beside the coffin.
In the posture of preparing to escape, one hand was grasping blankly in mid-air, but his head was staring helplessly at Duncan, his mouth opening and closing: "Help...help...help..."
It is no exaggeration to say that Duncan's heart stopped beating at this moment - although he doubted whether his heart still existed when he was burned by the ghost flames, the scene of watching the doll's head fall still really impressed him.
It caused a shock, but the blazing ghost flames obscured his horrified face at the moment, and his moment of hesitation in shock was treated by the doll as some kind of indifference, so that the doll lady did not notice this terrible thing at all.
Captain Duncan seemed more nervous than himself, and just kept repeating: "Help...help...the head...has fallen..."
Duncan finally reacted. He comforted his little heart that existed in his imagination at the moment, tried his best to control his movements and voice, observed the doll with the utmost calmness and calmness, and confirmed that this "cursed man"
Even though she has all kinds of weirdness, it seems...she seems to be more afraid of herself, the "ghost captain", than her own weird nature.
This fact was instantly clear, and Duncan realized that he had to maintain this calmness.
He doesn't understand the world yet, let alone this cursed doll, and until he can completely control the situation, his identity as "The Terrible Captain Duncan" is his biggest reliance on ensuring safety.
On the other hand, he couldn't leave the doll in front of him alone - although the development of things was not in line with his initial expectations, judging from the results, the doll could finally communicate with him.
He put away the flintlock gun and continued to hold the sword in his other hand - at close range, a flintlock gun with only one shot chance was obviously not as reliable as a sword, not to mention the marksmanship he had practiced in a hurry.
Unable to allow himself to become a skilled shooter - he then used his free hand to grab the doll's head that fell on the ground.
This feeling was very weird. Even though he knew that the other party was just a cursed doll, the feeling of reaching out and grabbing a "head" still made Duncan murmur in his heart, and the slight temperature coming from the head made him almost have a seizure.
The urge to throw it out.
It's so weird and strange.
But he finally suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and calmly looked at the head: "Do you want me to help you put it back?"
"Since... since... since..."
"Okay, do it yourself." Duncan nodded and handed the head to the puppet's hand, which was grasping randomly in mid-air.
Then he saw those hands catching his head with great skill and dexterity. They also tidied up the somewhat messy silver hair, adjusted the angle, and put the head towards the neck - accompanied by a crisp click.
There is a scratching sound, and the ball joints fit tightly.
The whole process went smoothly, and it was obviously not the first time I had done this.
Immediately afterwards, the somewhat stiff face of the doll quickly became active. She blinked and exhaled: "Huh... she's come alive."
Duncan: "..."
No matter from which angle, he felt that he should complain, but after thinking about his "Captain Duncan" character and the unknown details of the puppet in front of him, he finally just nodded to the puppet expressionlessly:
"Very well, now you come with me - you come to my boat again and again and we have to talk."
As he spoke, he dispersed the ghost flames wrapped around his body and returned to his original appearance.
Actively transforming into a "spirit form" is a power he mastered after holding the steering wheel of the Lost Home, but after all, this is something he came into contact with in a hurry. He is still far from being proficient, let alone mastering it.
What is the "use" of this power? Apart from being able to drive a boat, he doesn't even know what other functions this thing has. In fact, it was just released just to create a strong image in front of the weird cursed doll.
, just to give yourself a strong momentum.
Now that the image has been established and the puppet is very cooperative, there is no need to continue to maintain the flames and consume energy.
The cursed doll obediently stood up from the coffin, and then she was surprised to see the process of Duncan returning to human form. She was stunned: "You... you are not a ghost?"
Duncan glanced at her lightly: "If necessary, yes."
The puppet raised one hand to support its head, with a look of awe in its eyes.
Duncan didn't know what this guy was in awe of, but he could tell that her head still didn't seem to be very secure - she might have almost been frightened just now.
He turned around and walked towards the captain's cabin, and through real-time communication with the Lost Home, he could feel that the puppet followed him honestly after a brief hesitation for a second or two.
As expected, the gorgeous and weird "coffin" floated tightly behind the doll, and she seemed to carry it with her wherever she went.
After a while, Duncan brought the cursed doll to the captain's cabin.
Under the faint gaze of the wooden goat head, the ghost captain and the cursed doll sat across from each other across the navigation table. Duncan sat in his dark armchair, and the doll lady opposite him put the coffin-like wooden
The box was used as a chair, sitting elegantly and dignifiedly on the wooden box.
She is indeed elegant and dignified. When she sits down and keeps quiet, when she sits on a wooden box with her silver hair disheveled and wearing a Gothic dress, she looks dignified and beautiful as if she should be in a palace.
Artwork guarded by guards.
It's a pity that as soon as Duncan sees her, he will think of the young lady riding the wind and waves and the process of splitting up...
He sighed, returned to his cold and majestic look, and looked into Miss Doll's eyes: "Name?"
"Alice."
"Race?"
"Doll."
"Profession?"
"Doll...why do you ask these questions?"
Duncan thought for a while: "Do some basic understanding."
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