MTL - Deep Sea Embers-Chapter 10 Elegance is not so elegant...

The "coffin" is back.

On the stern deck of the Lost Country, Duncan stared blankly at the ornate wooden box lying quietly in front of him. The memory of going into the sea is by no means false, confirming that this thing was indeed floating in the sea not long ago.

Such a bizarre situation is enough to make one's heart shiver, but for some reason, Duncan's mood is calmer than he imagined.

Maybe it's because I'm on this very weird ghost ship, maybe it's because I just experienced a thrilling "spiritual world drift" and a collision accident not long ago, or maybe it's because I got hit with an equally weird goat head. After several days of dealings, Duncan seems to have developed a certain immunity to the bizarre supernatural phenomena in this world.

In fact, as early as the last time he threw this "cursed doll" into the sea, he vaguely guessed that things would not end so easily.

He lowered his head, not surprisingly found that the iron nails and the ring of chains that had been nailed around the coffin were gone, then he bent down, and once again used the pirate sword in his hand to pry the lid of the "coffin" open .

The ornate Gothic figure still lies quietly in the center of the red velvet lining, hands folded, serene and graceful.

But this time Duncan clearly noticed that the other side's skirt seemed to be wet with seawater - a slight sea smell came from the inside of the coffin lid.

So far, this weird doll doesn't seem to have any outrageous or dangerous actions other than going back and forth again and again, but just "going and returning" is the standard attribute of "cursed items".

Duncan stared blankly at the doll for a while, and suddenly broke the silence with a half-smile: "I suddenly want to satisfy my curiosity..."

When the words fell, he turned around and walked to the entrance of the cabin not far away, and left the doll on the deck with confidence.

—Although personally, he was very wary of the doll and didn’t want to keep the other party by his side, but based on his knowledge of the Lost Land and the goat head, he knew to temporarily put the doll on the deck It won't be a big problem, even if she violently hurts, the many "living creatures" on this ship are enough to deal with it.

And he has to do some "preparatory work" during this time.

Duncan crossed the stern deck, opened the wooden door leading to the lower deck, stepped on the wooden stairs that have been around for many years, and came to the cabin under the deck with ease. This is the "upper cabin" in the cabin, where the artillery is placed. Place - old-style front-mounted guns lie quietly on both sides of the cabin, moldy blackened wooden boards cover the firing ports next to them, and black powder kegs and solid iron ball-like cannonballs are stacked between the gun emplacements. , looks as if it has been piling up for a century.

Duncan's eyes swept over these things that were quite age-like at first glance, and suddenly thought of one thing in his heart—

On this ship, he did not see a second "person" other than himself, so who is controlling these artillery...?

Could it be that, like the Lost Homes itself, these artillery pieces can also be loaded and fired by themselves?

What about the Danshui cabin on the ship? Are you supplementing yourself? Where's the damage? Also repair it yourself? Or...does the ship really have a concept of "damage"?

Questions popped up one by one in my heart, but I couldn't think of how to explain it.

Duncan knew very well that he knew too little about this ship. Although he had explored here to a certain extent in the past few days, he only had a general understanding of its superstructure, those deeper The area is far more bizarre and terrifying than the upper floors. In addition, he had always hoped that he could leave his "single apartment" and return to the normal world on Earth, and did not focus his energy on the Homeless. This led to his actions on "this side" not having much motivation.

But now, he suddenly has a greater curiosity about the ship, or... a greater "consciousness of control".

It was his ship, and he deserved to know about the Lost Homes.

This may also be the change after holding the steering wheel.

Duncan shook his head, put the follow-up exploration plan in mind for the time being, and then came to the place where the cannonballs were stacked...

After a while, Duncan returned to the stern deck with several cast iron cannonballs in his arms, just as he thought - the cursed figure in the coffin was still lying in the wooden box.

"Did she make any movement just now?"

"Not at all," came the goat head's voice immediately, it seemed to have been held back for too long, and it crackled as soon as it opened its mouth, "This lady is as quiet as she looks, you should trust my judgment, she is to you It's gentle and harmless, and since she's back on the ship over and over again, it might be a sign that there's some connection between her and her coffin and the Homeless, a great gardener once..."

"To shut up."

"Oh."

Duncan stared blankly at the doll in the coffin.

I don't know if she really couldn't act, or if she was still pretending to be asleep - Duncan didn't care about it anyway.

He had to satisfy his curiosity.

The solid iron ball-like cast iron cannonballs are so heavy that a single round of these can be enough to kill even the most seasoned sailor when it comes to executing traitors on board.

Duncan put four in the coffin—then went back to the cabin and moved another four.

Eight cannonballs filled almost all the remaining space in the wooden box, and the gorgeous and elegant Gothic doll was now surrounded by a circle of cannonballs, and it seemed... Wude was very abundant.

Elegance is not very elegant, and evil is really evil.

Duncan sealed the lid of the coffin again, and then laboriously pushed the wooden box to the edge of the deck. With his current physical strength, it was not easy to complete this operation.

Finally, he flew and kicked the coffin into the sea.

There was a heavy sound of falling water, and the ornate wooden box plunged straight into the water and sank.

Duncan still stood quietly on the edge of the deck, watching where the wooden box fell into the water, without moving for a long time.

The voice of the goat head entered his mind: "Captain, are you regretting it? If you regret throwing away this trophy, Homeless can try to use the anchor to fetch the box again, although it is not the anchor. Correct usage, but the anchor said it could try..."

"To shut up."

"But I see you've been standing on the edge of the deck for a long time..."

"To shut up."

"Oh."

Duncan exhaled softly.

In front of the dog's goat head, he could never admit that his toes were aching.

So he was in pain by the deck for several minutes, trying his best to maintain the seriousness that a majestic captain should have. In the end, he was a little doubtful that he looked like a wife's stone, and then he finally calmed down, and then he relaxed. Slowly returned to the upper cabin under the deck.

After waiting quietly for a few more minutes, estimating that the time was almost up, Duncan suddenly walked to the stern area of ​​the upper deck, opened the observation window between the two aft cannons, and focused on the movement on the sea.

It didn't take long for the goat head to be quiet, and then he couldn't help it: "Captain, you are..."

Duncan stared at the sea with all his attention and replied without raising his head: "I'm curious how the 'cursed puppet' got back."

"Uh...because she's a cursed doll?"

"...I appreciate your inquisitive attitude, but I think there must be some kind of process in her return to the ship, even for a cursed doll. She wanted to pretend she was 'dead', but returned to the ship again and again, I I think there must be a reason for this, and the other party must have the ability to communicate... But now she refuses to communicate, so I can only find a way to grasp the law of her actions and forcibly establish communication with that guy."

Listening to Duncan's explanation, Goathead was silent for two seconds, and suddenly asked tentatively, "Captain, you seem to be...in high spirits all of a sudden? Ah, this is really a good sign! How has your mood been since you woke up last time? It hasn't been very good, and it seems that you have lost interest in many things, your loyal first and second mate..."

"To shut up."

"Oh."

After the goat head was quiet, Duncan was still paying attention to the movement on the sea, and in his sight, the sea in the direction of the stern was only calm.

That "coffin" seemed to really sink into the deep sea and never appeared again.

But with the experience of the previous two times, Duncan was extra patient this time. He silently counted the time, silently waited, silently observed, and let the time flow.

He didn't seem to notice it himself, he was actively expecting the doll to reappear.

Then, a small black shadow really appeared in his field of vision.

During a wave of ups and downs, the dark shadow rushed into Duncan's eyes. It was a beautiful wooden box, which broke the sea like a lonely boat in the wind and waves, and the beautiful Gothic doll was standing in the wooden box. , holding her gorgeous coffin lid in a rather imposing posture, and sprinting forward in the wind and waves.

A Gothic puppet standing in a coffin waving the coffin lid and riding the wind and waves.

Elegance is not very elegant, evil is true TM is more evil than eight cannonballs.

Duncan was shocked.

(Mom!)