MTL - Deep Sea Embers-Chapter 12 Ghost Captain and the Cursed Doll

On either side of the large sailing table, Captain Duncan of the Lost Homes sat facing the cursed doll Alice.

The atmosphere between the two (though neither of them may be human) is anything but harmonious.

The puppet lady who calls herself "Alice" still looks a little nervous. Although the ghost captain in front of her has promised her temporary safety, in front of Duncan's face of natural coercion +10, even a cursed puppet will Obviously uneasy.

She was sitting on the lid of her coffin with a dignified manner at the moment, but the fingers that were quietly pinching together and grasping the skirt revealed her unease.

Duncan was silent for a while, observing the... "lady" in front of him in thought.

A puppet driven by an unknown power, a "supernatural individual" who is obviously not flesh and blood, but can walk and even have a certain body temperature. If it is placed in his hometown, it will be closer to science - and at least Three and a half episodes.

Duncan doesn't know what kind of existence a doll like Alice belongs to in this world, but in the process of getting along with the goat head these days, he also learned some information from side to side, he knows that although there are "extraordinary visions" in this world , but all kinds of extraordinary things are not ordinary visible things, and this puppet lady in front of me...

Duncan guessed that she should belong to some kind of special existence even in this strange world.

His guesses were not without misunderstandings—the mechanically powered ship that collided head-on with the Lost Country was new and had a crew of trained seamen he had seen, albeit in great terror. , many sailors on that ship are also sticking to their posts, and there are a lot of cabins and objects inside the ship that can't be understood. Many objects are depicted with complex rune marks, and the style of those marks The symbols on the surface of Alice's "coffin" are very similar...

In other words, the purpose of such a cutting-edge ship's voyage is most likely to escort...or "escort" the cursed doll of Alice.

Duncan adjusted his position in his seat and looked at Alice with ease but seriousness—there was a remarkable "guest" on his ship, no doubt about it.

But from another angle, this puppet lady doesn't seem to be a scary character, she seems to be quite timid.

After all, she hadn't said anything yet when she first met her, and her head was terrified.

"Excuse me..." Probably because Duncan's long silence and stare brought too much pressure, Alice finally couldn't help but speak, "And..."

"Where are you from?" Duncan finally withdrew his stressful gaze and asked in a more peaceful tone.

Alice was obviously stunned for a moment, as if to reflect the meaning of Duncan's question. After a few seconds, she tapped the ornate wooden box under her body with her fingers: "From here."

Duncan's expression instantly stiffened: "..."

"Of course I know you've been in this box before," he coughed lightly, "but I'm asking where you came from—where, do you understand? Do you have a hometown? Or some sort of departure? something from the ground?"

Alice thought about it again, and shook her head calmly: "I can't remember."

"Can not remember?"

"Where did the doll come from?" Alice answered dignifiedly and earnestly with her hands folded on her lap, "Most of my memories are lying in a box, I was lying here and was taken from one place by someone. Transported to another place, occasionally I can feel someone walking or guarding outside the box... ah, I remember some whispered conversations, those who were guarding outside my wooden box, they used fear and nervousness to talk about something..."

Duncan raised his eyebrows. "Talk about something? What are they talking about around you?"

"Just some boring trivia."

"But I'm curious." Duncan said seriously - he believed that those may really be just trivial things, but now he really needs to do everything possible to understand the world, even the chatter of ordinary people in this world. it is good.

"...well, the most commonly heard is a name, Anomaly 099 - they seem to use that to refer to me and my wooden box, but I don't really like it, I have a name," Alice recalled, "Besides, I occasionally hear them talking about seals and curses, but most of them are forgotten. I sleep when I'm in the box, and don't pay attention to what's going on outside."

The puppet spoke slowly, and then seemed to suddenly remember something, and added: "But I still remember what I heard recently, it should be before I came to your ship, those in the wooden box diplomacy Tan's voice frequently mentioned one place, the city-state of Perand, that seems to be their destination...should it also be my destination?"

"Prand City-State?" Duncan's eyes were restrained, and he silently wrote down the name in his heart.

He finally learned something useful, although he didn't know when this useful information would come in handy.

Then he raised his head and looked at the puppet lady in front of him again: "What about other than that?"

"Other than that, most of the time I just sleep, Captain," said the doll lady solemnly, "when you are locked in a large box like a coffin, there are constantly drowsy and drowsy people around you. What can you do without sleep when the murmurs of your voice come into your ears? Sit-ups in the coffin?"

Duncan's mouth twitched.

With a dignified manner, she is an elegant beauty when her head doesn't fall off, but in fact, not only will she paddle the coffin board and ride the wind and waves, but she will also suddenly spit out trash talk that makes people choked to death.

He quickly constructed a new image of this Miss Alice in his mind.

However, he still maintained the image of the calm and dignified Captain Duncan on the surface, just hummed noncommittally and then said: "So, other than being drowsy in the wooden box, you don't know anything about the outside world at all. , you can neither tell me the changes in the world today, nor the specific location of any port or city-state."

"I'm afraid that's the case, Your Excellency," the puppet lady nodded solemnly, and then she opened her eyes slightly as if she had suddenly reacted, and stared at Duncan nervously, "So... you're going to throw me off the boat again. ? Because I'm worthless?"

Before Duncan could speak, he heard Alice say: "Okay, I understand, this is your ship after all, but can you stop stuffing cannonballs in the box this time? Seriously...the eight cannonballs are a little bit short. a bit too much..."

It can be seen that this puppet lady is not in a good mood - but she doesn't dare to attack.

Duncan is also very embarrassed. He was mainly embarrassed that he didn't think about the situation when he put the shells in the box and then discussed the matter calmly with the client - at that time, he only regarded Alice lying in the box as a standard horror movie. The cursed puppets in the book, the images that pop up in his mind are all towards this style of painting... How could he have thought that this cursed puppet did not come out of the curse, but from the courtyard?

So the preparations made in the early stage to fight the curse of terror have now turned into embarrassment.

But Duncan is good because his face is thicker, and that majestic and gloomy face is carved on his face like a knife and an axe. As long as the peripheral nerves are not short-circuited, he can still be stretched, so he forcibly ignored the eight cannonball belts. It was embarrassing, but Yun Danfeng shook his head lightly: "I haven't decided whether to throw you off the boat, after all, it seems that you always have a way to get back on the boat, I'm just a little curious, why do you insist on throwing you off the boat again and again? Back to Homeless? You can see that you are actually very afraid of me and this ship - if so, why not stay away from this danger?"

"Is this ship called Homeless? Well, I am indeed a little... afraid of you and your ship, but isn't the depths of the sea more dangerous than this?" The doll lady quietly stared at the ghost captain in front of her. In her field of vision, behind this tall man was a boundless darkness and nothingness. The darkness overlapped with the real scene in the cabin, as if the two worlds were forcibly superimposed. The suffocating shadow of nothingness, those things from the "deeper" part of the boundless sea made her feel more dangerous as anomalous 099, "In this world, is there anything more terrifying than the deep sea?"

(Mom!)