This breakfast tastes like wax - and tastes worse than wax.
After finishing an unsatisfactory breakfast, Duncan's mood did not improve at all as his stomach was full. Instead, some information mentioned by the goat head inadvertently aroused a bunch of messy conjectures.
So I got a little irritated.
He looked at the pigeon Ai, who was strolling on a nearby shelf, and felt that the random thoughts in his mind were becoming more and more outrageous.
He always believed that this pigeon that spoke "Earth" was born because he had the soul of an Earth person. He believed that when he was walking in the spiritual world, the individual "Zhou Ming" had a reaction with the brass compass.
, thus giving birth to a strange bird like Ai.
But what if...that's really not the case?
What if, as the goat head said, this pigeon is just some kind of phantom that ran out from a "deeper" place, and then happened to condense its form around itself?
Then the "earth words" that Ai pops up from time to time have nothing to do with the memory of "Zhou Ming", but become a projection of a certain period of history recorded by the world itself...
The possibility behind this upset Duncan.
Alice stood up, and her voice interrupted Duncan's random thoughts: "Do you need me to wash the dishes?"
Duncan glanced at Miss Doll in surprise, who scratched her hair in embarrassment: "I think now that I'm on the ship, I should find something to do, otherwise I'll look like a bastard..."
"But you don't eat at all," Duncan reminded her, "but it's good that you have this intention - take the plate to the water room and discuss it with the sink. If it doesn't mind, you can wash it."
After saying this, he stood up without waiting for Alice's answer, and walked towards the door of the captain's cabin and said casually: "I'm going to inspect the deck. If you have nothing to do, don't disturb me."
The pigeon that was walking on the shelf immediately fluttered onto Duncan's shoulder, and followed Duncan out of the room, leaving Alice staring at the goat head in front of the navigation table.
"Is the captain in a bad mood?" After hesitating for a moment, Alice asked the goat head cautiously.
The goat head said in a deep tone: "The captain's mood is like the weather in the boundless sea. Don't speculate, just accept it."
Alice quickly asked again without waiting for the goat-head to speak further: "By the way, the captain just asked me to discuss with the pool... how to discuss it?"
"Simple, if you go to wash things and get splashed with water, it means the sink doesn't like you - by the way, do you know how to wash dishes? If not, I have some theoretical experience..."
Before Goat Head finished speaking, Alice saw Alice quickly clearing away the tableware on the table, and then rushed to the door while shouting: "No, I will learn. Thank you, Mr. Goat Head. Goodbye!"
The captain's cabin suddenly became quiet, leaving only the black goat's head on the table, staring in the direction where everyone was leaving with empty eyes.
After a long time, a sigh came from the navigation table: "I wish I had legs..."
Then its eyes returned to the chart.
The fog surrounding the Lost Home is still dissipating slowly, and the steering task left by the captain must still be completed.
Under precise control, this huge and "living" ghost ship flexibly adjusted the angles of each sail and began to continue sailing on the boundless sea. The goat head hummed a song that was passed down from an unknown age.
Barcarolle - a hoarse, noise-like "humming" echoing in the captain's cabin:
“The sail is hoisted, the sail is hoisted, the sailor who leaves home moves on;
“Amidst the storm and the noise, we are only one plank away from death;
"Reef the jib, unfurl the mainsail, let go the ropes, hold on to the side! We are in the middle of the sea!???.
“Stay away from the fish, stay away from the fish, the sailor will cross the course where the offspring are entrenched;
"Stay away from the fish, stay away from the fish! We want to reach the shore safely - the liquor and the stove are just ahead..."
Duncan walked around the warehouse where supplies were stored, then around the galley, and finally returned to the middle deck of the Lost Home.
No matter how many times he searched, he couldn't find anything on the ship that was more delicious than jerky and cheese.
The good news is that he doesn't have to eat maggot biscuits like those sailors on Earth in the age of sail. The bad news is that there aren't even maggot biscuits on this ship.
He temporarily put aside all his previous random thoughts, and brought the quiet Ai to the edge of the deck.
Looking at the boundless sea, he kept thinking:
"...No matter what, I have to find a way to supplement the daily necessities on the Lost Home...Although I can't pay too much attention to the quality of life on the ghost ship, after all, I can't really live like a ghost...
"Alice may also need a change of clothes. There are no dresses suitable for her on this ship.
"We must establish contact with the city-states on land as soon as possible... The Homeless Ship has been drifting on the sea for too many years. The city-states on land may have developed to an extent that even the goat head could not predict during this time. From the previous The scene seen in the sewer shows that at least the city-state of Pland is a powerful and advanced city. The revolvers carried by the cultists can also illustrate the technological development of human society...
"The ancient ghost ship may not be so invincible in the face of a civilized society that has developed for a century. The Lost Home still has its remaining power, but it will be difficult to handle if it only has its remaining power..."
Duncan glanced at Ai over his shoulder.
Maybe... after recuperating today, it’s time to try the next “spiritual world walk”.
"Gu Gu?"
Ai tilted his head and finally made some noise that a normal pigeon should have.
Duncan couldn't help but smile, and at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a flash of light on the nearby sea.
His attention was attracted by the movement, and he subconsciously looked outside the side of the ship a few more times. Then he noticed that there seemed to be something swimming under the water nearby.
After hesitating for a moment, Duncan suddenly slapped himself on the forehead.
"Hey! My reaction... this is at sea! Aren't there fish in the sea!"
The sudden "possibility" made Duncan's mood immediately improve. He realized that establishing contact with the land and providing stable supplies to the Lost Home were not things that could be accomplished overnight, but could the vast sea itself? Can't you be of some help?
There are fish in the sea - and he's had enough of the jerky and cheese on the ghost ship!
Duncan's enthusiasm was aroused. He remembered that there were heavy-duty fishing rods for sea fishing in a warehouse below the deck, and positions for fixing fishing rods could also be found on the side of the deck. As for the bait... I don't know about those. Would jerky and cheese work?
Just like that, the cursed doll was washing dishes in the water room, the talking goat head was concentrating on driving the ship, and the captain of the Lost Home was busy between the deck and the cabin.
Duncan quickly found what he wanted. He carried three heavy fishing rods and the "bait" back to the deck, and fixed these things on the edge of the ship's side rather unfamiliarly. After baiting and throwing the rod, he
An empty bucket was brought from nearby to serve as a chair while waiting.
Duncan actually has no experience in sea fishing - all his fishing experience is limited to ponds and a small river in his hometown. He doesn't know if his whim move can really catch fish, but it is leisure anyway.
Well, what if?
Think of it as a way to recuperate before your next trip to the spiritual world, and at the same time, you can still look forward to future improvements in food.
Duncan sat down between several fishing rods. During the long wait, his mood gradually returned to calm.
The sea conditions today are relatively calm, the sky is quite cloudy, but there are no signs of storms.
Duncan sat on the barrel, leaning against a winch used to fix the cable, and squinted his eyes slightly as the ship's hull shook slightly.
At some point, he fell into a half-dream and half-awake state.
He dreamed that he was stepping barefoot on the calm sea. The water was blue and the sun was warm.
The familiar and "normal" sun in my memory hangs high in the sky, bright but not scorching.
He heard the sound of splashing water and looked around, only to see a fish suddenly jump out of the calm water nearby.
It was a group of small golden fish, which seemed to be only as big as a palm. They were blowing bubbles in the air and swaying their tails, as if they were swimming in the water, slowly circling around Duncan.
These fish swimming in the air came closer little by little. Zhou Ming looked at them curiously, at their bulging eyes, at their fine scales, at their mouths that opened and closed, and at the slight floating behind them.
, fine lines like water ripples.
Zhou Ming suddenly felt that these fish were very beautiful, and...
good smell.
It must be very, very fragrant.
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