This was too sinister, so Duncan couldn't finish the bowl of fish soup in the end.
After all, as long as he thought about Miss Doll's head rolling up and down in the soup pot, he felt that the painting style of this dinner was heading straight towards the direction of curse and death - even if Alice's real painting style was actually It's not very humorous, and the fact that she dropped her head into the pot was a bit too scary...
Miss Doll looked a little hurt. She looked at the food that Duncan had put aside and grabbed the lace decoration on the side of her clothes with both hands: "Captain, are you angry?"
Duncan glanced at the doll with a tired look: "If you are unhappy on the ship, just tell me directly..."
"Huh? I don't have one..."
"Then try not to enter the kitchen..." Duncan said casually, but soon he noticed Alice's increasingly frustrated expression, and finally shook his head helplessly and changed the subject, "Forget it, your starting point is Okay, I'm actually very happy, but when it comes to cooking... if you're not good at it, accidents will happen. It'll be fine if you get familiar with it from now on."
Alice immediately became confused: "Then I can try it in the future?"
Duncan held it in for a long time and finally nodded: "...Just pay attention."
He also thought about it: this cursed doll obviously couldn't stand the current situation of hanging around on the Lost Home. Maybe she really had some kind of "nature" that made her have to do something on this ship. After settling down, and she was an independent individual with thoughts and personality, Duncan felt that he could not treat this doll with blows forever.
In comparison, it is better to let Alice help in the kitchen than to let her continue to fight with cables, anchor ropes and cannonballs - at least the pots and pans on the Lost Home are relatively good-tempered.
He lowered his head and glanced at the fish soup placed next to him. To be fair, the taste of the fish soup was actually quite normal. Although the seasoning on the ship was limited, the heat was no problem at all. As a doll that didn't even have a sense of taste or digestive system, Ellie Si can achieve this level just by hearing a few theoretical knowledge (and this theoretical knowledge also comes from a goat head who also doesn't eat human food), which is actually quite remarkable.
Two guys who don't eat human food can come together to cook a meal that can be eaten by people. What more can you ask for? Duncan felt that as long as this doll was careful in the future, it should still be able to do the work in the kitchen - at least he, the captain, would not have to cook by himself in the future.
"Then... Captain, do you want me to cook you something else?" At this time, Alice's voice came from the side, interrupting Duncan's thinking, "I also learned how to grill and fry fish from Mr. Goat Head. The recipe for making slices can be found in the kitchen..."
"No, I'm not hungry," Duncan shook his head. His body actually didn't have a strong need for food. He usually maintained three meals a day just to maintain his "human" habits. At this time, A bowl of Alice's soup had already eliminated his appetite for a long time, so he simply stood up from the table and said, "I want to go to the cabin for a walk."
"You want to go to the cabin?" Alice was stunned for a moment, and then her expression became slightly nervous as if she thought of something, "Then...can you go 'down below' to have a look?"
"Down there?" Duncan frowned.
"It's the deeper cabins—the places I'm not allowed to go," said Alice. "I always hear creaking sounds from down there, and sometimes it seems like someone is muttering under the floorboards, you Why don't you go and see...is there anything going on down there?"
Seeing the slightly nervous expression on Miss Doll's face, Duncan's heart suddenly lifted.
The depths of the Lost Home...that's a place he hasn't explored yet!
Because the deepest part gave him a really weird and dangerous feeling, and at that time he had not yet "taken the helm" or mastered the power of spiritual fire, so his previous explorations had always ended at the place leading to the deep cabin— - Of course, he has plans for further exploration in the future, but now it seems that the plan obviously cannot keep up with the changes.
At this moment, a goat-headed voice suddenly came from the side: "Ah, it sounds like there is some restlessness in the bilge. Captain, do you want to go down and take a look?"
Before Duncan opened his mouth, he heard the goat head talking to himself: "If you think about it carefully, it seems that you haven't checked down there for a long time. There is something in the bilge that needs the captain's comfort. You know, after all, it has been there for a long time." Soaking in the boundless sea... Do you want to bring your lantern? It is still in the same place, just behind the door... During this time, you have been active on the upper level. The guys on the lower level are very noisy. You don't know them. How annoying, well, I love quiet, and I can’t listen to those creaking sounds in the middle of the night..."
Duncan silently glanced at the goat head, who immediately became quiet.
To be honest, after hearing some of what the goat head said, he suddenly became more resistant to the weird bilge - it sounded like it was obviously affected by the deeper influence of the boundless sea, and it had become even... It’s a structure that can be considered “wrong” on the Lost Home!
But the conflicting thoughts only lingered in my mind for less than a second.
Sooner or later, he would have to further explore other structures of the Lost Home, and it was better to go sooner than later... Reason told him that the sooner the better.
The Lost Home is huge. Not only is its length astonishing, but its cabin is also divided into many layers. Currently, the only area that Duncan understands is actually the superstructure of the ship - including the deck area, the upper cabin and ammunition depot below the deck, The artillery area, as well as the warehouse, fresh water tank and part of the crew room on the lower level, and based on previous explorations, he could fully imagine how many huge structures there were hidden in the dark depths below these areas.
The structures are located below the waterline, and from their depth, they are completely immersed in the endless sea.
Dark, gloomy, echoing with hollow wind sounds or howling - the deeper you go, the weirder the environment in the Lost Home becomes.
Duncan didn't know his boat - dragging it on like this was definitely not going to work.
He is already the captain of this ship, and the Lost Home is his destination and his base for activities in this world. He cannot be so ignorant of his own fundamentals - even if it is just for the sake of being surrounded by anomalies and anomalies. In order to survive in the endless sea for a long time, he must also clearly understand the potential and dangers of the Lost Home.
God knows if there will be a crisis tomorrow, and God knows if the Homeless Ship will hit those children in the deep sea or the collapsed border of reality in the next second.
What's more, the goat head just mentioned that the bilge needs the captain's comfort.
"Captain" hasn't been to the lower cabin for too long... If this continues, something bad will happen.
Duncan got up and went behind the door to find the lantern that the goat's head had mentioned.
This was a rather old lantern. The copper frame was in the shape of a hexagonal prism that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The glass lampshade was embedded in the copper frame, which looked a little blurry. But inside the lampshade, Duncan did not look at it. to a wick-like structure.
He did not show curiosity, nor did he ask the goat head. After a brief and calm thought, he tried to activate the green spiritual fire and poured this power into the lantern.
A cluster of bright green flames immediately jumped and burned in the lampshade, and this simple and old lantern began to emit a constant glow.
Wherever the lantern shines, a desolate atmosphere permeates the air for some unknown reason. But standing in the light, Duncan feels an inexplicable sense of calmness and control. He seems to be able to vaguely feel his own power. As the light spread, wherever the light shone, the details of everything were clearly reflected in his mind.
The pigeon Ay suddenly flew over and landed on Duncan's shoulder.
It had already transformed into the form of the illusory undead bird of flesh and blood - although Duncan did not actively "activate" the pigeon at all, it still passively completed the "transformation" under the illumination of the lantern.
Duncan lowered his head and glanced at the lantern in his hand, thinking that this might be a good thing... It seemed to be able to spread its power to the surrounding environment with minimal loss and maintain a "force field". This force field has the functions of detection, early warning, and even... The control function is obviously very suitable for long-term exploration in unfamiliar or dangerous areas.
"Captain...can I go with you?"
Duncan turned around and saw Alice standing behind him. She looked at the lantern curiously, with an eager expression on her face: "I haven't been to the lower level yet! Mr. Goat Head said that without your permission Can’t go down…”
Duncan thought for a while and nodded slightly: "Okay."
He still didn’t know what was in the lower cabin of the ship, but in any case, it was part of the Lost Home. As long as he had successfully “steering the helm”, there would not be much danger in the lower cabin, so he took this doll with him. Maybe you can even help yourself.
The goat head left on the navigation table did not express any opinion. Obviously from its perspective, it was quite normal for the captain to inspect the Lost Home - the same goes for bringing a helper.
Outside the cabin, night has gradually fallen, and the cold glow of World Creation is shining on the sea, illuminating the deck of the empty ghost ship. The translucent sail of the spirit body is stirring in the air, slowly adjusting its angle without any control.
Duncan held a lantern in his hand, brought his own sword and flintlock, and walked with Alice through the empty deck, through the two uppermost cabins, all the way down the wooden stairs, towards the cabin of the Lost Home. Deep in the cabin.
The stairs at the end of the sailor's cabin were where Duncan had stopped on his previous explorations.
A strange kind of darkness lingered around the staircase that sloped downwards. In the darkness, only the columns and some wall structures used to support the cabin could be vaguely seen.
"It's so dark down here," Alice stood at the top of the stairs, looking nervously at the dim environment below. "Aren't there any lights down here? There are obviously oil lamps that are always burning in other places..."
"No, there is a light down there," Duncan said slowly, holding a lantern in his hand. Under the power of the lantern, he finally saw the situation below the cabin more clearly than before, "...but it's just that below. The lights are black.”
"...Huh?" Alice was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a long time. "There's also a black light?"
Duncan didn't respond for a while. He just walked slowly down with the lantern. It wasn't until Alice followed that he spoke softly: "After all, we are already under the water of the Infinite Sea."
