Deep Sea Embers

As the night faded, the pale scars that occupied the entire sky also gradually dissipated. Duncan stood on the poop deck and looked up at the sky, not letting go of any details of the alternation between day and night.

He saw that the scar gradually became transparent and illusory like a dream that was waking up. The gray-white light mist that escaped around it first merged with the sky, and then it was the body of the scar—and during the whole process However, the location of the "scar" has never changed.

Duncan blinked, and further speculation faintly appeared in his mind: The trace in the sky has not changed its position, does it mean that it is not some kind of distant astronomical structure? Does it mean that it is just some kind of phantom "imprinted" in the background of the atmosphere, which will move synchronously with the infinite sea?

Or is it because the planet on which the Great Sea is located (if it is really a planet) and the scar just keep running in sync? Or maybe the scar was actually moving, but the observation time was too short to detect with the naked eye?

All sorts of conjectures keep coming and going in his mind, but Duncan is very clear that before there is sufficient evidence and reliable experimental verification, these conjectures are just conjectures. There are thousands of possible explanations behind a natural phenomenon, but there is no theory and evidence to support it. Everything is empty talk.

The "sun" has risen.

The first is the golden radiance emerging from the sky and the sea, followed by a huge luminous structure suddenly emerging from the sea, accompanied by brilliant rays of light, the light body ball locked by the double rune structure appeared in Duncan's field of vision .

Under the slow movement of the rune structure, the sun rose majestically. There seemed to be a certain sound in this majestic process-a certain low, powerful, and slow roar reverberated in Duncan's mind illusoryly, but when he really When I listened attentively, the voice suddenly disappeared.

He frowned, wondering if he had an auditory hallucination just now, but the memory brought by that voice was so vivid that he couldn't deny it at all.

Is that...the sun's announcement to the world as it rises? Or is it just one of the many illusions brought about by the boundless sea?

No one can answer Duncan's doubts, and the vast and boundless sea keeps all the secrets as always.

Pigeon Ay squatted comfortably on Duncan's shoulder as usual, then it stood up suddenly, flapped its wings vigorously, and yelled loudly while looking at the sea: "Order French fries! Order French fries! "

Duncan couldn't help laughing, he took a look at this weird pigeon, and suddenly felt that it was not bad to have such a bird thing - the strange words that the pigeon made from time to time always made him feel a little "hometown intimacy". .

"It's a pity that there are no French fries on board." He fiddled with the pigeon's beak, and turned to the direction of the captain's cabin. "But you are right in one sentence, you need to get something to eat."

A few moments later, the captain of the Lost Home prepared a traditional ghost ship breakfast for himself—in the captain’s room, Duncan directly used the nautical table as a dining table, and put a few plates on the empty table next to the chart. Today’s breakfast Like yesterday's dinner, yesterday's lunch, and every meal in the past, it was dried meat, cheese, and plain water.

Duncan sat in front of the nautical table and laid out the napkin for himself seriously and ritually. The goat's head was quietly opposite him. On his left was the cursed doll Alice who came to say hello early in the morning. The odd pigeon squatted on the table to his right.

Duncan suddenly felt that this scene began to fit his personality as the "Ghost Captain" - the goat wood carving representing the devil, the cursed doll that could not be discarded, the talking bird who knew the knowledge of the other world, and sitting on the main seat Captain Ghost, this film can be used as the cover of the movie without repairing it...

However, only the person involved knows the current situation of the food on the Lost Home.

Duncan sighed and looked down at the things on the dinner plate—the opening scene like a movie poster is over, and the real life on the Lost Country is next.

He picked up the table knife and cut it hard on the cheese. There was a creaking sound when the hard object rubbed against it. He poked the jerky next to him with the fork, and the jerky collided with the plate, making a crisp jingle sound.

Alice looked at this scene curiously, and finally couldn't help asking: "Captain, is today's meal the same as yesterday's?"

"Tomorrow will be the same," Duncan looked up at the cursed doll, "Do you want to try?"

Alice thought for a while, picked up a piece of jerky with her hand, put it into her mouth and chewed it hard twice, then spit it out: "It's not delicious at all!"

"It's so delicious that you can't finish it—do you have a stomach?" Duncan reached out and took the remaining half of the jerky in Alice's hand, "If you want to try it, you really want to try it."

As he said that, he looked at the food on the plate with some worry.

These are the only foods that can be found on the boat. The jerky tastes like cardboard with salt, and the cheese is like loose firewood mixed with sand, and no matter how it is handled, it has a strange smell. He has also tried boiling jerky or Roasting, frying, but no effort to improve the texture and taste of these things.

The good news is that these foods are at least not corrupt and will not poison people to death. The bad news is that the power of time has still turned these non-perishable substances into a state that is extremely unrecommended to swallow—Duncan has every reason to believe The cheese was several rounds older than himself, and those jerky had at least witnessed a century of ups and downs if they were still alive.

The captain of the Lost Country may not have to worry about scurvy, but Duncan still yearns for a healthy diet—at least, he hopes that the food on his plate will be a little younger than himself.

The same age is fine.

The "Replenishment Plan for the Lost Homelander" and "Land Exploration Plan" that I had planned in my mind yesterday came to my mind again.

But none of this will be achievable in the short term.

Duncan sighed, and continued to cut the "firewood" on the plate with a gesture of revenge. Ai, who had tilted his head on the table next to him and watched for a long time, walked over curiously. The bird first glanced at his master , and looked at the things on the plate: "Insufficient crystal ore reserves?"

Duncan glanced at the pigeon, casually squeezed some fallen cheese crumbs and threw it to it, Ai lowered his head and pecked twice, then immediately froze and stood there as if suddenly dead...

The bird froze for three or four seconds before it suddenly moved. It flapped its wings and flew to the shelf next to it, making a distraught voice: "I'm starving to death today. If you jump here, you won't eat it..."

Duncan felt a little hurt, and Goat's Head, who had been quiet across the table for a long time, finally couldn't help but started to make the sound of creaking wood.

Before the guy got himself a fire, Duncan finally nodded: "Speak up if you have something to say."

"Yes, Captain." The goat's head got a chance to speak, and immediately became noisy, "I've been wanting to ask since yesterday, the one you brought... is called 'Ai', right? Why do I always talk to it? Do you not understand? I thought about it all night yesterday, what does it mean to recharge Q coins?"

Duncan immediately raised his eyebrows—he really didn't expect that the goat's head could hold back until now before asking, and he actually underestimated the self-control of this guy!

"You don't have to worry about it, this bird's thinking is very weird." Duncan didn't stop the carpentry work in his hand, but made the sound of chiseling, ax and sawing with the knife and fork in his hand, and casually said the excuse he had thought up long ago, " It seems to communicate with people in a language that only it can understand, and after listening to it a lot, you can probably guess what it means."

"Is that so?" The goat's head began to think, "But I always feel that there seems to be some kind of logic hidden in its words... as if a complete and self-consistent set of knowledge is hidden behind the language...you Did you discover Ai in the process of walking in the spirit world? Could it be some kind of projection from the deep? As you know, the deeper the place, the more information from the misplaced time and space will emerge in the form of projection Come out, there are many lost eras that we have never understood, and even some fragments of the future, maybe Ai is talking about something in another time and space?"

The cutting work in Duncan's hands paused for a moment at a rate imperceptible to the naked eye, and then everything went on as usual, and at the same time he said in a flat tone: "Then I hope you can sum up the logic behind Ai's language as soon as possible."

Goat's head's words may be a random guess, but the information revealed in it inevitably caused waves in Duncan's heart!

In the process of walking in the spirit world, his soul approached the "deeper layer" of this world? In the "deeper" place, the more you will see the projection from the misplaced time and space? Are those projections even possible showing scenes from different timelines?

Duncan didn't see any "landscapes in different timelines" when he was walking in the spirit world, but Goat's Head said something right—Ai is indeed from another time and space.

So... Was this pigeon brought to this world by a human named "Zhou Ming", or did it really come from a deeper layer of this world as Goat Tou said?