Climbing the rope ladder, Lawrence gradually climbed up the dark-colored hull of the Black Oak, which seemed to have been roasted by something, and came to the deck of the ship.
As soon as he landed, he bent down, put his hands on his knees, and took several breaths to catch his breath - which made him couldn't help but shake his head with a self-deprecating smile.
I am really old, and I have reached the point where I have to stop and rest when I climb a rope ladder. If it were before...
Another sound of footsteps hitting the ground came from behind. Lawrence put away his irrelevant thoughts and turned around to see Anomaly 077 climbing up with him - this terrifying mummy stood cautiously on the edge of the ship's side, looking honest and honest.
Look.
It, or rather he - was really cooperative along the way, and it was indeed a bit strange that a terrifying high-level anomaly could be so honest, but when I thought about this mummy, I thought that this mummy was my only "companion" in this exploration.
, Lawrence calmed down the strange feeling in his heart again, and made his expression serious.
"Is the boat fixed?" He looked at Anomaly 077, dealing with this special "sailor" just like he usually talked with his sailors.
"It's fixed," the mummy nodded immediately and said in a hoarse voice. Then he raised his head again and quickly looked around, with a slight hesitation in his tone. "...There doesn't seem to be anyone up here, Captain."
"I'm not blind." Lawrence said calmly, while looking at the situation on the deck.
After stepping onto the deck of the Black Oak, the strange dense fog and shadow texture around him still existed, but there was no sign of getting thicker. Between the floating fog, he could vaguely see the scene on the ship - everything was like a memory.
As shown in the movie, the facilities on the Black Oak are roughly the same as those on the White Oak, except that it has a texture that looks like it has been abandoned for many years. The paint on the railings has been mottled and peeled off, and deformation and warping can be seen in some places on the deck.
, the exterior of the superstructure in the distance can still be seen covered with rust-like stains.
Except for the weird fog, the ship feels like another White Oak - a neglected "version" that was abandoned and drifted at sea for many years.
And just as Anomaly 077 said, no one could be seen on this ship.
"There is no one on the ship, so who threw down the rope ladder just now?" Anomaly 077 muttered, "And when you ordered the ship to signal, it responded with lights - the one who responded to the signal at that time was
who?"
"As an 'abnormal', your thinking is quite organized," Lawrence couldn't help but look back at the "sailor" with a rather surprised tone, "but you don't think it's very difficult to use 'logic' to think about a ghost ship.
Is it weird?"
Anomaly 077 shrugged and remained silent.
But Lawrence did not give this mummy a chance to be silent - he brought this mummy to the Black Oak not just to avoid the danger caused by this guy staying on the White Oak, but to make him somewhat useful.
"Will your abilities take effect on this ship?" Lawrence stared into Anomaly 077's eyes, "Can you control this ship?"
"You want me to 'take over' it?" Anomaly 077 was suddenly surprised.
"You can't 'take' it away - but I want you to confirm whether your abilities can take effect here," Lawrence said with a serious face, "Feel what the state of this ship is."
Anomaly 077-Sailor, the greatest ability of this anomaly is to control and take over things with the concept of "ship". In other words, this anomaly actually has a perception and influence on the "ship" that far exceeds human understanding.
Ability, then... in the eyes of "Sailor", will this Black Oak show something "special"?
Starting from this idea, maybe Anomaly 077 can help you uncover the truth here.
The mummy obeyed the order. He stood on the deck, opened his hands, and closed his eyes slightly as if to feel the direction of the fog. Not far from him, Lawrence looked at the familiar people on the deck with somewhat complicated eyes.
thing.
The Black Oak... He was standing on this ship now. No matter how many times he dreamed back to the past, he could not forget the scenes on this ship. No matter how many times he set sail, he was paranoid about finding this ship.
——But at this moment, standing here, he had to repeatedly question everything, question his own judgment, question his own perception, and even question the existence of this ship.
Because the appearance of the Black Oak was too suspicious and strange, and the state it was in at the moment was absolutely abnormal. Although he was emotionally unwilling to admit it, his reason told him... it was very likely that this was not the "black ship" he was looking for.
"Oak".
This is just a "phenomenon" created by some kind of out-of-control supernatural phenomenon.
Lawrence had a lot of thoughts in his mind. It wasn't until the "sailor" beside him suddenly opened his eyes and made a confused sound that his thoughts finally stopped.
"What's going on?" Lawrence asked immediately.
"I... don't know how to explain..." The sailor lowered his head in astonishment and stared at the deck where he stood, "Captain, I... I can't feel the existence of this ship..."
"What do you mean?! You can't feel the existence of this ship?" Lawrence's eyes widened instantly. He thought that the power of "Sailor" might not be enough to control this weird ghost ship, but he didn't expect that the other party would directly give it to him.
The answer is, “So where do we stand now?”
"So I don't know how to explain it..." The sailor seemed to be startled by Lawrence's expression, but he still had the courage to continue, "We are standing here. There is no doubt that it exists, but in my
In perception, it actually does not exist, at least...at least it is not here..."
Lawrence frowned. He knew that the mummy in front of him was probably not lying to him. This was what the other party was really thinking at the moment, but... this did not alleviate the doubts in his heart at all.
After a brief pause, he took a breath, held a lantern in one hand, and turned his head to look in a certain direction at the end of the deck.
The soft yellow light emitted by the lantern floats in the mist, as if guiding an invisible path.
"Captain, where are we going?"
"The bridge," Lawrence said calmly, "the captain should be on the bridge."
Before he finished speaking, he had already taken steps towards the direction illuminated by the light. The "Sailor" was stunned for a moment before he quickly followed. While walking with a slight stagger, he curiously said: "You mean... this ship
Captain of the ship? Do you know the captain of this ship?”
Lawrence paused for a moment, then walked forward: "I know you, very familiar."
The sailor said oh, and then fell silent again.
A moment later, Lawrence had arrived at the door leading to the bridge.
The red metal door opened slightly in front of him, as if inviting him to enter.
"Go and open the door."
Lawrence held a lantern in one hand, pulled out a revolver from his waist with the other hand, and gestured with his eyes to the mummy beside him to come forward.
"Oh... ok."
The mummy sighed quite humanely, stepped forward and grabbed the handle of the door, and pushed the door open without seeing how hard he used it.
Lawrence looked inside.
The bridge was empty, no one could be seen, only thin mist floated between the chairs and control equipment, and on the bridge at the front of the bridge, the uncontrolled steering wheel was swaying slightly from side to side, as if
Fine-tuning the course.
"There's no one here either." The mummy muttered beside him.
"I'm not blind." Lawrence said and walked into the bridge.
He raised the lantern and used the light to disperse the darkness around him. He glanced at the mottled and old equipment and seats, and then slowly came to the steering wheel.
The captain should stand here.
But there is no captain here.
Lawrence stood quietly for a while, and he didn't know whether he was disappointed or relaxed and sighed: "Oh, you are not here as expected."
"No, I'm here."
A slightly cold female voice came from the side.
Lawrence was suddenly excited, and even the faint green flames that could not be extinguished on his body suddenly jumped several inches higher. The next second he suddenly looked in the direction of the sound——
Wearing a captain's uniform, with long, slightly curly hair hanging loosely behind her head, the young-looking female adventurer was standing there, with her hands folded across her chest, looking at this side with a calm expression and helplessness.
"Ah, a woman showed up," Anomaly 077 said in shock. Then he seemed to react and glanced at Lawrence quickly, "Captain, do I need to keep quiet?"
Lawrence glanced at the mummy: "Yes, quiet."
"Yes, Captain."
Although this interruption by Anomaly 077 was untimely, it more or less diluted the awkward and stiff atmosphere just now. Lawrence took the opportunity to try to calm down, and then quickly thought about how to speak - what should be the first sentence?
In the past days, he had talked with "Martha" countless times. In hallucinations, they had been together for many, many years. But at this moment, Lawrence suddenly realized that he was stuck - he could not act like him.
He always interacted with Martha naturally when he was in hallucinations.
And it was this moment of being stuck that made him suddenly realize something.
The Martha in front of him... was an "individual" that had nothing to do with his subconscious and was acting independently!