Deep Sea Embers

Duncan felt that he would never forget this scene for the rest of his life——on the eerie and dangerous boundless sea, a magnificent coffin was undulating with the waves, and a Gothic doll driven by mysterious power stood in the coffin, holding a huge The coffin board, riding the wind and waves...

And it doesn't look like it's very happy.

No matter from which point of view, this is too evil, so that for a moment Duncan didn't even know whether to be surprised that the cursed doll was actually moving, or should be shocked by her spirit of swinging coffin boards to overthrow mountains and seas, he just felt that This scene was really contrary to his initial imagination - he had imagined how the other party returned to the boat several times, but he hadn't thought about it... it was such a scene.

And during the moment when Duncan was stunned, the puppet had already arrived near the stern of the Lost Home.

Although the tool she used was a coffin board, she was paddling at an astonishingly fast speed, and possessed strange dexterity and strength. Duncan poked his head out of the observation window carefully, and saw the puppet throw the coffin board into the coffin, and immediately Then, she reached out and grabbed a piece of wood protruding from the stern of the ship, and began to climb up quickly—flexible and swift, as if an invisible rope was pulling her upwards, and the heavy wooden box was even more It was strangely floating directly from the sea, floating beside the puppet as if losing weight.

Duncan pulled his head back quickly before the puppet noticed him.

The puppet obviously didn't notice that the captain of the ghost ship had been watching secretly. She climbed up to the towering stern of the Lost Homelander almost in the blink of an eye, turned over and jumped onto the deck, and then waved her fingers in the air. , let the coffin floating beside her land firmly at her feet, then she turned her head around, as if observing the situation near the deck, and after confirming that there was no one around, she quickly tidied up the somewhat wet coffin. Dress, began to crawl into the coffin on hands and feet.

Halfway through the climb, it was blocked by a pirate sword that suddenly appeared from the side-followed by the rattling sound of the hammer of the flintlock being raised in the ear.

The puppet's movements froze in an instant. She tried to turn her head, but saw a ghost captain surrounded by green flames standing beside her and staring at her coldly. The voice seemed to come from the depths of the spirit world: " Oh, I got you, puppet."

In front of Duncan's eyes, the puppet visibly trembled. She seemed to be frightened and wanted to dodge instinctively, but her movements were a bit out of shape in a hurry. When her upper body swayed, Duncan heard a crisp "click" from the The position of the opponent's shoulder and neck came.

Then her head fell off...

In front of Duncan, a beautiful head fell from the puppet, and the long silver-white hair spread out in the sea breeze, and then wrapped around the head and rolled down to his feet—the puppet's body was still maintained beside the coffin In the posture of preparing to escape, one hand was grasping blankly in mid-air, but the head was staring helplessly at Duncan, opening and closing his mouth: "Help...help...help..."

It is no exaggeration to say that Duncan's heart stopped beating at this moment—although he doubted whether his heart still existed when he was burned by the ghost flames, the scene of watching the puppet's head fall still really impressed him. It caused a shock, but the blazing ghostly flames covered his horrified face at the moment, and his momentary hesitation under shock was treated by the puppet as a kind of indifference, so that the puppet lady didn't notice this terrible thing at all. Captain Duncan seemed more nervous than himself, just kept repeating: "Help...help...head...lost..."

Duncan finally came to his senses. He comforted his little heart that was existing in his imagination at the moment, tried his best to control his movements and voice, observed the puppet with the utmost calmness and composure, and confirmed that this "cursed person" Even though "I" has all kinds of weirdness, it seems... She seems to be more afraid of herself, the "ghost captain", than her own weird nature.

Instantly clarifying this fact, Duncan realized that he had to maintain this calmness.

He still doesn't understand this world, let alone this cursed puppet, and before he can completely control the situation, the identity of "The Terrible Captain Duncan" is his biggest reliance on safety.

On the other hand, he couldn't leave the puppet in front of him alone—although the development of the matter did not meet his expectations at the beginning, but judging from the results, the puppet could finally communicate with him.

He put away the flintlock gun, and the other hand continued to hold the sharp sword in his hand-at close range, a flintlock gun with only one chance to shoot is obviously not as reliable as a sword, not to mention the marksmanship he practiced in a hurry. Couldn't bring himself to be a skilled gunslinger—then he grabbed the puppet's fallen head with his free hand.

This feeling was very weird. Even though he knew that the other party was just a cursed puppet, the feeling of reaching out and grabbing a "head" still made Duncan feel a little guilty in his heart, and the slight temperature coming from the head made him almost feel The urge to throw it out.

So evil and weird.

But in the end, he restrained the strange feeling coming from the bottom of his heart, and calmly looked at the head: "Can I put it back for you?"

"From...from...from..."

"Okay, do it yourself." Duncan nodded, and casually handed the head to the hand of the puppet that was grasping randomly in mid-air.

Then he saw that those hands were extremely skillful and dexterous in catching his head, smoothed out the messy silver hair, adjusted the angle, and placed his head toward his neck—accompanied by a crisp click There is a rubbing sound, and the ball joints fit perfectly.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, obviously not the first time this has been done.

Immediately afterwards, the somewhat stiff face of the puppet quickly moved. She blinked and took a long breath: "Huh... come back to life."

Duncan: "..."

No matter from which point of view, he felt that he should complain, but after thinking about his "Captain Duncan" character design and the unknown details of the puppet in front of him, he finally just nodded to the puppet expressionlessly: "Very well, now you come with me—you come to my boat again and again, we have to talk."

While speaking, he dispelled the ghostly flames wrapped around his body, and returned to his original appearance.

Actively transforming into a "spiritual body form", this is the power he mastered after holding the steering wheel of the Lost Home, but this is something that he came into contact with in a hurry. What is the "use" of this power? He doesn't even know what other functions this thing has besides being able to sail a boat—it was released just now, but it was actually just to create a strong image in front of the weird cursed doll , By the way, give yourself a strong momentum.

Now that the image has been established and the doll is very cooperative, there is no need to continue to maintain Lie Yan to consume energy.

The cursed puppet obediently stood up from the coffin, and then she was surprised to see Duncan's process of returning to human form. She was dumbfounded: "You...you are not a ghost?"

Duncan glanced at her indifferently: "If necessary, it can be."

The puppet raised one hand to support its head, and there seemed to be some awe in its eyes.

Duncan didn't know what this guy was in awe of, but it could be seen that her head was still not very firm—maybe she was almost frightened just now.

He turned and walked towards the direction of the captain's cabin, and through the real-time contact with the Lost Home, he could feel that the puppet followed obediently after a brief hesitation for a second or two.

As expected, the gorgeous and weird "coffin" is also floating closely behind the doll, and she seems to take it with her wherever she goes.

After a while, Duncan came to the captain's room with the cursed puppet.

Under the ghostly gaze of the carved wooden goat's head, the ghost captain and the cursed puppet sat opposite each other across the nautical table, Duncan sat on his dark armchair, and the lady puppet opposite him held the wooden coffin like a coffin. The box is used as a chair, and the wooden box sits gracefully and dignifiedly on top of it.

She is indeed elegant and dignified. When she sits down and keeps quiet, when she sits on a wooden box with her silver hair scattered and wearing a gothic dress, she is dignified and beautiful, as if she should be in a palace, A work of art guarded by guards.

It's a pity that as long as Duncan sees her, he will think of the young lady's process of riding the wind and waves and splitting up...

He sighed, restored his indifferent and majestic appearance, and looked into the eyes of the puppet lady: "Name?"

"Alice."

"Race?"

"Puppet."

"Profession?"

"Puppet...why do you ask these questions?"

Duncan thought for a while: "Do some basic understanding."