Deep Sea Embers Chapter 11

Duncan felt that he would never forget this image for the rest of his life - a strange and dangerous boundless sea, a magnificent coffin rising and falling, and a Gothic doll driven by a mysterious force standing in the coffin, holding a huge coffin in both hands. Board, ride the wind and waves...

And he doesn't seem very happy.

This is too wicked from any angle, so that for a while Duncan didn't even know whether to be surprised that the cursed puppet was actually moving, or to be shocked by her majesty with the coffin plank. He just felt that This scene is really contrary to his initial imagination - he has imagined how the other party got back to the ship several times, but he has not thought about it... It is such a scene.

And just as Duncan was stunned for a moment, the puppet had come to the stern of the Homeless.

Although the tool she used was a coffin board, she was astonishingly fast in her strokes, and possessed a strange dexterity and strength. Duncan cautiously put her head out of the observation port, and saw the puppet threw the coffin board into the coffin. Then she reached out and grabbed a piece of wood protruding from the stern of the boat, and began to climb up quickly - nimble and fast, as if an invisible rope was pulling her upward, and the heavy-looking wooden box was even more Weirdly, it floated directly from the sea, floating beside the puppet as if it had lost its weight.

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

And the puppet obviously didn't notice that the captain of the ghost ship had been observing secretly. She climbed up the towering stern of the Homeless almost in the blink of an eye, turned over and jumped to the deck, and then waved her finger in the air. , let the coffin floating beside her land firmly beside her feet, and then she turned her head around, as if observing the situation near the deck. After confirming that no one was around, she quickly sorted out the already wet Dress, and began to crawl into the coffin with hands and feet.

Halfway through the climb, he was blocked by a pirate sword that suddenly appeared from the side—then, there was the sound of a flintlock hammer being raised in his ears.

The action of the doll instantly stiffened, she tried to turn her head, but saw a ghost captain wrapped in green flames standing beside her, staring at her coldly, the voice seemed to come from the depths of the spiritual world, cold and serene: " Oh, I got you, puppet."

In front of Duncan, the puppet trembled obviously. She seemed to be frightened and wanted to instinctively dodge to the side, but her movements were a little out of shape. With a shake of her upper body, Duncan heard a crisp "click" from the side. The position of the opponent's shoulder and neck came.

And then her head fell off...

In front of Duncan, a beautiful head fell from the puppet, the long silver-white hair spread out in the sea breeze, and rolled around his head and rolled at his feet - the puppet's body was still prepared beside the coffin Running away, with one hand clutching blankly in the air, his head stared helplessly at Duncan, his mouth opened and closed: "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 flames of the ghost, the scene of watching the puppet's head fall still really caused him to suffer. He was shocked, but the flaming phantom flames covered his terrifying face at the moment, and his momentary hesitation under the astonishment was treated as a kind of indifference by the puppet, so that Miss Puppet didn't notice this terrifying Duncan at all. The captain seemed more nervous than himself, but kept repeating: "Help...help...head...dropped..."

Duncan finally reacted. He soothed his little heart that was in his imagination at the moment, tried his best to control his movements and voices, and observed the doll for a while with utmost calmness and composure, confirming that this "cursed man" Even though she has all kinds of weirdness, it seems... she seems to be more afraid of her "ghost captain" than her own weird nature.

Instantly aware of this fact, Duncan realized he had to maintain this composure.

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

On the other hand, he couldn't leave the doll in front of him alone—although the development of things didn't quite meet his expectations at the beginning, but from the results, the doll 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, the flintlock gun with only one shot opportunity is obviously not as reliable as the sword, not to mention the marksmanship he practiced in a hurry is far from enough Turning himself into a skilled gunslinger - then he grabbed the doll's head on the ground with his free hand.

This felt 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 from the head made him almost Get the urge to throw it out.

So wicked and weird.

But he finally restrained the strange feeling in his heart, and looked at the head calmly: "Can I help you put it back?"

"From...self...self..."

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

Then he saw that his hands were very skillful and dexterous to catch his head, and he also neatly arranged the somewhat messy silver hair, adjusted the angle, and put his head to the neck position - accompanied by a crisp card wipe Sound, the spherical joints are fully sutured.

The whole process went smoothly, obviously not the first time.

Immediately afterwards, the somewhat stiff face of the doll quickly became agile, she blinked, and let out a long breath: "Hu... come back to life."

Duncan: "…"

No matter what angle he came from, he felt that he should complain, but after thinking about his "Captain Duncan" character and the unknown details of the doll in front of him, he finally nodded to the doll with a blank expression: "Very well, now you come with me—you come to my boat over and over again, and we have to talk."

As he spoke, he dissipated the ghostly flames wrapped around his body and returned to his original appearance.

Actively transforming into a "spiritual form", this is the power he mastered after holding the steering wheel of Homeless, but after all, this is something that hastily contacted, and he is far from being proficient, let alone right. 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 just released just to create a strong image in front of the strange cursed puppet, Just give yourself a big boost.

Now that the image has been established, and the dolls are also very cooperative, there is no need to continue to maintain the flames to consume energy.

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

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

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

Duncan didn't know what this guy was in awe of, but she could see that her head still didn't seem to be very solid-maybe almost scared out just now.

He turned and walked in the direction of the captain's room, and through the real-time contact with the Homeless, he could feel that the doll followed up after a brief hesitation for a second or two.

As expected, the gorgeous and weird "coffin" also floated tightly behind the doll, and she seemed to take it with her wherever she went.

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

Under the faint gaze of the wooden withered goat head, the ghost captain and the cursed puppet sat across the nautical table, Duncan sat on his dark back chair, and the puppet opposite him put the mouth like a coffin. The wooden box is used as a chair, and sits gracefully and dignifiedly on the wooden box.

She is indeed graceful and dignified. When she sits down and keeps quiet, when her silver hair is loose and she sits on a wooden box in a long Gothic dress, she is dignified and beautiful as if she should be in a palace, Artwork guarded by guards.

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

He sighed, returned to his indifferent and dignified appearance, and looked into the eyes of Miss Doll: "Name?"

"Alice."

"Race?"

"Doll."

"Profession?"

"Doll...why are you asking this?"

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

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