Alice saw the tentacle falling on the deck, and some scraps of flesh and blood containing powerful power also fell at the captain's feet. The vitality quickly faded from the flesh and blood, and at the same moment, around the Lost Home,
Some kind of behemoth entrenched under the seawater also began to accelerate and potentially pay a tentacle as a "price". It quickly left the sea area where the Lost Home was located, and it even looked like it was fleeing in a hurry.
In the process of this huge shadow diving back into the deep sea, the sea returned to calm at an astonishing speed, and the dark clouds in the sky also completely dissipated.
...Maybe that's not a cloud at all.
Alice raised her head and glanced at the sky. She still remembered the appearance of the clouds before. She recalled the outline of the clouds when they dissipated, and finally vaguely matched them with the shadow under the water around the ship before.
The thick clouds in the sky seemed like a shadow, cast in the sky by some huge thing in the sea.
The sound of crackling flames came from the edge of the deck, interrupting Alice's distraction. She quickly looked in the direction of the captain, only to see that the captain had returned to his usual appearance. This tall man had a smile on his face.
With a cheerful smile, he had already noticed Alice standing not far away, so he waved his hand to signal Miss Doll to come over.
Seeing Alice walking up to him, Duncan kicked the big fish on the deck and said with a slightly raised tone, "Look, I caught a big fish!"
"Big... big fish?" Alice's expression was a little dull. She looked at the mass at Duncan's feet. Among the twisted and rolled flesh, countless, bloody eyes were still half-opened and half-closed.
His posture was gazing at the sky, while his rugged fangs shone with a metallic cold light between his eyeballs.
Following Duncan's kick, half of the eyes on the broken tentacle suddenly blinked, but then they all closed.
"Yes, big fish," Duncan said happily, "you see, it took a lot of effort to get this thing up."
Even though it was just a doll, Alice still felt as if the "muscles" in the corners of her eyes were trembling at this moment. She opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't know where to start correcting the topic.
She looked at the "fish" at Duncan's feet.
A big, ugly fish lay there, with a dark color, pitted skin, strange gray-white patterns near its fins, bone spurs extending from its head, and a pair of lifeless fish eyes facing her gaze.
There are also many "small fish" scattered on the surrounding deck.
Alice suddenly lost all expressions and words. She stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes, looking at the "fish" lying on the deck, looking at these things that were not "fish" a second ago.
Miss Doll, who lacks life experience, still doesn't understand what "doubting life" means, but at this moment, she suddenly doubts everything. She even doubts whether she is "dreaming" about that tentacle, those flesh and blood
Where have all the fragments gone?
Perhaps her momentary dullness was too obvious. Duncan immediately noticed something strange about Alice. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the doll: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"I..." Alice opened her mouth, but just when she was about to correct something, the rules that the goat head told her before suddenly appeared in her mind.
On the Lost Home, Captain Duncan is the absolute authority, and his words are absolute "facts." If the real world conflicts with Captain Duncan's words, then the captain's judgment shall prevail.
"No problem!" Alice reacted suddenly and said quickly. Then, as if to cover up the nervousness in her tone, she quickly changed the topic, "By the way, Captain, that storm just now was really scary...
"
"Storm? You mean that wave?" Duncan looked at Miss Doll in confusion, "That wave is indeed not small, but it is far from being called a storm...but then again, you haven't seen any real storm.
."
Alice: "...You are right."
Captain Duncan called the storm that covered almost the entire sea area a "wave", so it was a wave. Captain Duncan thought the things he caught on the boat were "fish", so these things were fish.
"...I feel like you're a little nervous. Are you really okay?" Duncan still noticed something was wrong in Alice's tone. He looked at his "Crew No. 1" with some concern, "Is it because you're seasick? Are you going to
Are you seasick?"
"I'm fine, it's just that the boat rocked a bit too much just now..." Alice looked at the captain with a concerned look in front of her, but she didn't know whether to feel relieved or more afraid, so she could only change the topic stiffly, "By the way.
, what are you planning to do by catching these...'fish'?"
"Do you even need to ask?" Duncan suddenly laughed, "Of course I want to eat!"
Alice's expression suddenly became dull: "...eat?"
"Otherwise? Didn't you find that the food reserves on the Lost Home are too monotonous?" Duncan was obviously in a good mood. "I plan to take apart this big one, stew part of it and bake it, and use these slightly smaller ones."
Salt it and make it into dried fish..."
He talked happily about his next plan, but although he sounded confident, he was actually quite unsure whether he could succeed. His cooking skills could only be said to be average, and he had no experience in handling such huge sea fish, and he had no experience in cooking fish.
I only have some theoretical knowledge about the techniques and no practical experience at all.
But how will you know if you don’t try?
The only problem...is not to overeat.
Duncan still retained some sense amidst the joy of the harvest. He cautiously looked at the big fish at his feet, wondering whether this gift from nature was poisonous.
The safest way is to find an unlucky guy to try it first.
He first thought of the goat head in the captain's cabin, and then immediately eliminated this option. Then he took a look at the cursed doll opposite. This doll was also not feasible.
Alice has no stomach at all.
Finally, he looked at the pigeon on his shoulder.
The pigeon also tilted its head and looked at him.
Ai doesn't look like a normal creature, but if we have to find a living creature of flesh and blood on the ship, then this pigeon seems to be the only one left...
After a while, Duncan left the deck with his "harvest". Lunch time was approaching, and he couldn't wait to improve the food on the Lost Home.
Alice stayed there for a while, then came to the captain's cabin door.
She didn't intend to come looking for the goat head. Ever since she saw the "first mate"'s nagging skills last time, she even felt a deep sense of awe towards the entire captain's room.
Whenever possible, she did not want to take the initiative to step into the captain's cabin door.
But what happened today was so weird that she felt it was necessary to consult with the experienced Mr. Goathead to see if this was a normal phenomenon on the Homeless Ship.
She didn't violate the crew rules, she just asked about the situation, so there shouldn't be any taboos.
After hesitating for more than ten seconds, Alice finally plucked up the courage and pushed open the door to the captain's cabin.
The next second, she was shocked to see that the goat's head had already turned towards the door and was staring at it as if it had been waiting for her to come over.
"What happened outside?" Goat Head spoke in an extremely rare and concise manner.
Alice sensed something amiss from the other party's abnormal behavior. She quickly closed the door, came to the navigation table, and told the other party everything she saw.
After she finished speaking, the goat's head fell into an extremely abnormal silence. For a minute, it didn't even say a word.
The carved wooden sheep's head could not express an expression, but Alice could clearly feel that... things seemed to be a little beyond the "first mate's" judgment.
Alice became nervous all of a sudden. She leaned forward subconsciously: "Isn't this a normal thing that happens on the Lost Home? Is the captain really..."
"Everything is normal on the Lost Home," the goat head finally woke up from the silence. It answered quickly, interrupting Alice as if to plug some loophole immediately, "Listen, everything is fine on the Lost Home."
Normal, always normal, great Captain Duncan as always!"
"Then...I'm just watching your reaction..."
"Things are a bit beyond my expectations, but this is due to my lack of imagination and cognition," the goat head's words quickly became fluent, and it seemed to be returning to its usual state little by little from the shock. Then, its head
The mood obviously started to rise, and even the tone became passionate and excited, "Yes, the great Captain Duncan should be greater and more powerful! There is nothing abnormal, Miss Alice, listen, everything is as usual on the Lost Home!"
Let the captain do what he thinks is right and stop discussing this topic... Just remember this fact from today on:
"There is fish in the kitchen of the Lost Home, and fish is a delicious ingredient."