The atmosphere on the deck was a little awkward for a moment, and an unspeakable silence shrouded between Vanna and Tirian. The shock on the latter's face had not dissipated at this moment, but the former had already covered his forehead with his hands.
The silence was finally broken by a voice not far away. A few meters away, Shirley nudged Nina with her elbow: "Look, the first sentence I said must be this - you owe me two ice cream balls."
Already."
"Okay, okay, you guessed it right," Nina muttered, "Just two... I'll replenish you when the frost comes."
Shirley's eyes suddenly widened: "I'm not a fool! Eating ice cream in a place with dozens of degrees below zero? Let's talk about it back to Purland!"
Tirian blinked, and only then did he notice the other people on the deck, as well as the atmosphere here that was subtly different from what he imagined. He first saw the girl named Shirley, whom he had met once before, and then he saw the other person.
At his feet was lazily basking in the sun, a mysterious hound whom they had met before. Next to him was another girl who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, and an old gentleman with gray hair and an elegant temperament.
Everyone is smiling.
Behind these people are the deck, sides, masts and sails of the Lost Home.
The yellowed and broken pictures from his childhood, the memories of the two brothers and sisters playing around, all the pleasant and unpleasant impressions, seemed to emerge bit by bit from some dark and lost cave, and filtered through the mist there.
The colors are gradually restored in the sunlight.
There were a few new faces here, but it was still the same ship he remembered - not the eerie, dilapidated, chaotic and twisted ghost ship he originally imagined.
At least, the deck still looks so familiar.
Tirian knew that he was in a daze, and he also knew that he should say something at this time, but he couldn't stop the thoughts in his heart from spreading. He knew that he had this kind of daze problem since he was a child, and every time he was in a daze on the deck, his father would always
Will it suddenly come out of nowhere and scold you behind you——
"Tirion, what are you doing here?"
The pirate captain trembled visibly, and the momentary confusion between memory and reality even caused his mind to shut down for two or three seconds. Then he turned around hesitantly and saw a tall and majestic figure standing behind him.
It's not a shadow appearing in the mirror, it's not a blurry outline seen across the distant sea and gunfire, it's standing face to face...
"Sorry, father," Tirian said subconsciously, "I was a little distracted."
Duncan frowned.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Ti Ruian's state at this moment was very subtle. It was very different from the impression left by the previous contacts, but it still had a vague sense of familiarity, but he soon felt relieved.
After all, this is the first face-to-face conversation after a hundred years of absence, and it is also the first time to return to this ship. It is normal for the other party to have such a reaction.
At the same time, Fanna, who had been silent for a long time due to embarrassment, finally spoke: "Captain Tirian, regarding my identity here, it is necessary to explain - first of all, the situation is not what you think.
The one who came to the Lost Home was assigned by the church..."
"Appointed by the church?" Tirian was suddenly more confused than before, and then suddenly turned his head to look at his father, "You..."
"I did not knock down the church - pay attention to your thinking, Tirian," Duncan knew what he was thinking before he could speak, and immediately interrupted, "Do I need to emphasize it again? I am not an enemy of the civilized world now.
, you should face me more calmly, instead of being wary of a natural disaster that can wreak havoc at any time."
Tirian: "I...sorry."
"I accept your apology - let's talk as we go," Duncan waved his hand and walked towards the end of the deck, "About the reason why Miss Vanna appeared here, the matter of the Obsidian, and the Dagger Island - we
There’s a lot to communicate.”
Then he turned back and waved to a few people watching the fun not far away: "Irrelevant personnel should go about their own business and don't join in the fun here."
Tirian followed Duncan in a daze, walking in the direction of the captain's cabin in his memory, while Vanna walked silently on the other side.
The images in my memories and the scenes I saw before my eyes separated and merged, sometimes overlapping, and sometimes creating a distinct sense of dissonance.
Returning to the Lost Home again, everything seemed to have deviated from the trajectory and expectations from the beginning.
Tirian looked around subconsciously. He was observing the situation on the ship, looking for things that corroborated his memory, and also looking for a figure who should theoretically be here.
Of course Duncan noticed this little gesture: "Are you looking for Alice?"
Tirian was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this was the name of the doll lady - he always thought she was called "Lei Nora": "Ah, yes, is she on the ship?"
"Yes, but she should be busy in the kitchen at this time," Duncan nodded. "Alice is in charge of the meals on the ship. You can try her cooking today - we have fresh vegetables and freshly caught fish. They are
It’s rare on a regular ocean-going ship.”
"Food..." Tirian subconsciously repeated this word, almost saying "Father actually eats human food", but in the next second, a series of exclamations and panicked footsteps suddenly came from
came from not far away, interrupting his wandering.
"Save, save, save, save—"
That was Alice's exclamation.
Tirian looked around in shock, and saw the Gothic doll running across the deck not far away, shouting, holding a kitchen knife in her hand, and behind her was a man jumping up and down.
The wooden barrel was filled with carrots and vegetables.
Duncan watched expressionlessly as Alice ran around on the deck, and Nina and Shirley ran to help in a failed attempt. In the end, it turned into three people and a dog running around on the deck being chased by a bucket of vegetables. He turned around and filmed
Patted Tirian on the shoulder.
"Sometimes, it's quite lively here."
Tirian turned back with a confused expression and twitched the corners of his mouth twice: "...Are the ingredients on the ship a little too fresh?"
"It's because of the bucket - it has its own views on storing vegetables, so it often conflicts with Alice's ideas."
"Don't you need help?"
"No, Alice is open-minded."
"But I think she seems to be asking you for help..."
"It's okay, I'm at ease."
Tirian's expression seemed a bit stiff. Even the pirate leader who commanded an entire undead fleet seemed a little unable to keep up with the daily rhythm of the Lost Home.
Duncan was not surprised by this, he just patted Tyrian on the shoulder: "You have to learn to adapt - if I help every time Alice calls for help, then I don't have to do anything every day. Facts
It proves that her own adaptability and vitality are actually quite tenacious."
Tirian wanted to say something else, but the captain's cabin was already there.
In all his childhood and adult memories, this was the most impressive place on the ship.
When he was a child, his father's captain's cabin was a mysterious and slightly scary room. He and Lucretia could play havoc in most places on the ship, but they were strictly prohibited from entering this place, even the most talkative person on the ship.
The sailor would also block the brother and sister at the door mercilessly.
As adults, their father's captain's cabin was a tense and serious place. Even after they became captains of the Seamist and the Brilliant Star respectively, Tirian and Lucretia still instinctively
I became nervous - my father made all the great exploration plans here, marked the islands and anomalies newly discovered by the lost fleet on the charts, completed the planning and dispatching of the entire fleet here, and on the big
Part of the time, I and my sister are just responsible for listening and executing orders.
My father didn't like other people's suggestions. In my memory, he was an arbitrary and stubborn person.
The door opened, and the indoor environment, which was slightly dark compared to the deck, came into Tirian's eyes.
The next second, his eyes fell on the edge of the navigation table and on the dark and strange goat's head.
The jet-black goat head with a wooden texture turned creakingly, and a pair of hollow, deep obsidian eyeballs stared fixedly at the visitor who entered the place.
"Hello, first time meeting, Mr. Tirian."
Tirian was startled and turned around subconsciously: "This is..."
"This is the first mate on the Homeless Ship now. He is trustworthy," Duncan introduced. "You can just call him Goat Head."
"First mate?" Tirian blinked, and then looked back at the weird "wooden carving". Resisting the weirdness in his heart, he accepted his father's statement and tentatively greeted him, "Hello, goat-headed man."
……gentlemen?"
The goat shook his head and neck, as if he was about to say something, but in the next second, Duncan interrupted in advance: "Shut up and stay quiet while we talk."
Tirian glanced at Duncan in astonishment.
"When talking to it, you must be familiar with the operation of interrupting in advance - don't let it talk unscrupulously. This is my advice."
Listening to his father's warning, Tirian's expression quickly turned serious.
For the powerful "Captain Duncan" to treat it so seriously and cautiously, this goat head looks as strange and dangerous as its appearance.
Of course, Tirian regards the goat head as some kind of extremely dangerous "abnormality", and shutting it up is obviously the sealing requirement of the abnormality...