Chapter 10: Elegance Is Not so Elegant Anymore

Chapter 10 Elegance is not so elegant anymore...

The "coffin" is back again.

On the stern deck of the Lost Homeland, Duncan looked expressionlessly at the gorgeous wooden box lying quietly in front of him. Drops of water from the edge of the wooden box fell at his feet, confirming that his memory of throwing the wooden box into the sea was not false, and that this thing was indeed floating in the sea not long ago.

Such a strange situation is enough to make people feel cold, but for some reason, Duncan's mood at this moment is calmer than he imagined.

Perhaps it is because he is on this extremely strange ghost ship, or because he has experienced a thrilling "spiritual drift" and a collision accident not long ago, or perhaps because he has dealt with an equally strange goat head for several days, Duncan seems to have become immune 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 and found that the iron nails and the circle of chains that had been nailed around the coffin had disappeared. Then he bent down and pried open the lid of the "coffin" with the pirate sword in his hand again.

The gorgeous Gothic doll still lay quietly in the center of the red velvet lining, with his hands folded, quiet and elegant.

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

So far, this strange doll seems to have no other extraordinary or dangerous behavior except for returning again and again, but just "going and returning" is already a standard attribute of "cursed items".

Duncan looked at the doll expressionlessly for a while, and suddenly broke the silence with a smile: "I suddenly want to satisfy my curiosity..."

After the voice fell, he turned and walked towards the cabin entrance not far away, and left the doll on the deck with confidence.

——Although personally, he was very wary of the puppet and didn't want to keep it by his side, but based on his understanding of the Lost Homeland and the goat head, he knew that temporarily placing the puppet on the deck wouldn't be a big problem. Even if she suddenly attacked and hurt people, the many "living things" on the ship would be enough to deal with it.

And he had to do some "preparation work" during this time.

Duncan walked through the stern deck, opened the wooden door leading to the lower deck, stepped on the wooden stairs that had been there for who knows how many years, and came to the cabin under the deck with ease. This place belongs to the "upper cabin" in the cabin, where the artillery is placed - the old-style front-loading artillery lies quietly on both sides of the cabin, the moldy and blackened wooden boards cover the firing ports next to them, and the black gunpowder barrels and solid iron ball-like shells are piled between the gun positions, looking as if they have been piled up for a century.

Duncan's eyes swept over these things that looked quite old at first glance, and suddenly thought of something in his mind-

On this ship, he did not see a second "human" figure besides himself, so who was operating these cannons?

Could it be that just like the Lost Home itself, these cannons could also be loaded and fired by themselves?

What about the fresh water tanks on the ship? Are they also replenished by themselves? What about the damaged parts? Are they also repaired by themselves? Or...does this ship really have the concept of "damage"?

Questions popped up in his mind one by one, but he couldn't think of how to explain them.

Duncan knew very well that he knew too little about this ship. Although he had explored it to a certain extent in the past few days, he only had a general understanding of its upper structure. Those deeper areas were far more bizarre and more fearful than the upper layers. In addition, he had always hoped to leave his "bachelor apartment" and return to the normal world on Earth, and did not focus his main energy on the Lost Home, which led to his lack of motivation for action "here".

But now, he suddenly became more curious about the ship, or... had a greater "sense of control".

This is his ship, he should understand this "Lost Homeland".

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

Duncan shook his head, temporarily put the subsequent exploration plan in his mind, and then came to the place where the shells were piled...

A moment later, Duncan, holding several cast iron shells, returned to the stern deck. As he thought, the cursed doll in the coffin was still lying in the wooden box.

"Did she make any movement just now?"

"No," the voice of the goat head came immediately. It seemed to have been holding it back for too long, and it crackled as soon as it opened its mouth. "This lady is as quiet as her appearance. You should believe my judgment. She is gentle and harmless to you. Since she has returned to the ship again and again, it may mean that there is some connection between her and her coffin and the Lost Homeland. A great gardener once..."

"Shut up."

"Oh."

Duncan stared at the doll in the coffin expressionlessly.

It was unknown whether she was really unable to move or was still pretending to be asleep - Duncan didn't care anyway.

He was going to satisfy his curiosity.

The cast iron shells, which were like solid iron balls, were extremely heavy. When executing traitors on the ship, tying one of these shells was enough to kill even the most experienced sailors.

Duncan put four in the coffin - then returned to the cabin and moved another four.

Eight cannonballs filled almost all the remaining space in the wooden box. The gorgeous and elegant Gothic doll was now surrounded by a circle of cannonballs. It looked...very full of martial virtue.

Elegance is not so elegant anymore, and evil is really evil.

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

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

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

Duncan still stood quietly on the edge of the deck, staring at the place where the wooden box fell into the water, and did not move for a long time.

The goat-headed voice came into his mind: "Captain, have you regretted it? If you regret throwing away this loot, the Homeless Ship can try to use the anchor to fish out the box again, although it does not belong to the anchor. Correct usage, but Anchor said it could be tried..."

"Shut up."

"But I see you have been standing at the edge of the deck for a long time..."

"Shut up."

"oh."

Duncan exhaled softly.

In front of the dog-legged goat-head, he could never admit that his toes hurt.

So he was in pain for several minutes on the edge of the deck, trying hard to maintain the seriousness that a majestic captain should have. In the end, he was a little bit doubtful that he looked like a stone. He slowly returned to the upper cabin below the deck.

After waiting quietly for a few more minutes, and guessing that the time was almost up, Duncan suddenly walked to the stern area of ​​the upper cabin, opened the observation window between the two stern cannons, and paid close attention to the movements on the sea.

The goat-head was quiet for a short time, and then he couldn't help it anymore: "Captain, what are you..."

While staring at the sea with all his concentration, Duncan replied without raising his head: "I'm very curious about how the 'cursed doll' came back."

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

"...I appreciate your attitude of not asking for explanations, but I think that even if it is a cursed doll, there must be some process for her to return to the ship. She wants to pretend that she is 'dead', but she returns to the ship again and again, I think there must be a reason, and the other party must have the ability to communicate... But now that she refuses to communicate, I can only find a way to catch her behavior and forcefully establish communication with that guy. "

Listening to Duncan's explanation, the goat head was silent for two seconds, and suddenly asked tentatively: "Captain, you seem... to have suddenly become more interested? Ah, this is really a good sign! Since you woke up last time, your My mood has never been very good, and I seem to have lost interest in many things. Your loyal first mate and second mate..."

"Shut up."

"oh."

After the goat head calmed down, Duncan was still paying close attention to the movements on the sea, and in his sight, there was only calm in the sea towards the stern of the ship.

The "coffin" seemed to have really sunk into the deep sea and never appeared again.

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

He didn't seem to notice that he was actively expecting the doll to reappear.

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

During the ups and downs of the waves, the black shadow rushed into Duncan's eyes. It was a beautiful wooden box, breaking through 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 an imposing posture, and rushing forward in the wind and waves, rowing desperately from left to right.

A gothic doll standing in a coffin and waving the coffin lid to ride the wind and waves.

Elegance is not so elegant anymore, the evil is really more evil than eight cannonballs.

Duncan was shocked.

(Oh my god!)