MTL - Deep Sea Embers-Chapter 3 frontier trek
The hard black face of the wooden goat head stared at Duncan who was sitting behind the sailing table. The obsidian eyeballs seemed to be glistening with a strange light - in fact, this thing did not have the ability to produce expressions at all, but Duncan clearly understood from the other side's eyes. A certain kind of anticipation was read on Zhang Mutou's face.
In fact, this is not the first time that Goat Head has urged him to "set sail". Every time he comes here, Goat Head will do so once.
He even felt that the ship was constantly urging him to end this blind drifting at sea as soon as possible, and set sail to return to the right path as soon as possible.
However, Duncan was silent, and his face with natural majesty was covered with dark clouds. In contemplation and silence, he clearly realized two problems:
First, he was alone on the whole ship, and the size of the ship was insanely large—as a sail-powered ship, the full length of the ship called the "Lost Home" Duncan roughly estimated that it would be at least 150 to 200 meters. To control such a behemoth, it would take at least dozens or even hundreds of experienced sailors. How can he drive alone?
Second, after removing the above-mentioned professional factors, there is still a key problem blocking his sailing journey - he will not sail.
Duncan was a little anxious. He tried hard to assume what would happen if he asked the weird and noisy goat head in front of him to teach ship driving skills, and he was even more anxious after assuming.
However, Goathead didn't know what its captain was thinking, it just asked: "Captain, do you have any concerns? If you are worried about the situation of the Lost Country, then you can rest assured that the Lost will always do well. Are you ready to sail to the end of the world with you, or are you worried about the bad sailing today? I have a little knowledge of divination, but I don’t know which kind of divination do you believe in? Celestial phenomena, incense, and crystals are all fine. Speaking of crystals, do you remember? …”
Duncan tried to stretch the muscles on his face, and while restraining the urge to fight to the death with the goat head in front of him, he said in a deep voice: "I'll go to the deck to observe the situation first - you stay here quietly."
"At your will - but I must remind you that Homeless has been drifting blindly for far too long, and you must take charge as soon as possible to get the voyage back on track..."
The goat head said, and then with the sound of wood rubbing, it finally returned to its original posture.
In an instant, Duncan felt that the whole world stopped.
He breathed a sigh of relief, the resonance of the brain gradually calmed down, then picked up the flintlock gun on the table, got up and walked out of the captain's room.
He found the old-looking flintlock gun while exploring the boat, along with a one-handed sword, which was currently hanging from his waist, and he was on the boat. A sense of security in action.
During his explorations over the past few days, he had spent a long time learning roughly how to use both—though so far he had never seen any living creatures on the ship other than himself.
Talking "items" don't count.
The salty sea breeze was blowing in his face, and Duncan's slightly irritable mood calmed down. He came to the deck outside the captain's room and looked up at the sky subconsciously.
Thick dark clouds still covered the sky as far as the eye could see, and no sun, moon and stars could be seen in the clouds, only the turbid skylight shrouded the boundless sea.
The sight had been going on for a long time, in fact, since the day Duncan came on the ship, he had only seen sky like this - it even made him wonder if there was no normal weather in this world at all, this cloudy Is the scene of the sea the eternal celestial phenomenon on this sea area?
Duncan turned, and he saw the door of the captain's cabin standing there silently, with a line inscribed on the beam above the door in some letter he did not recognize, and when his eyes were fixed on the line, Its meaning was directly and clearly reflected in his mind:
"Gateway for the Homeless".
"Gate of the Homeless... Homeless," Duncan muttered to himself before laughing at himself, "This ship has a good name."
Then he walked around the captain's room and walked along the stairs at the edge of the deck to the upper deck at the stern. There is a wooden platform here, and the place with the widest view of the whole ship except the observation deck is here.
A heavy black steering wheel silently awaits the arrival of the helmsman on the platform.
Duncan frowned, and for some reason he suddenly felt a sense of urgency and agitation that seemed to arise out of thin air the moment he saw the wheel.
He had never had this feeling when he came here several times before!
As if in response to this anxiety in his heart, a chaotic wind for no reason suddenly blew across the deck, and the originally calm sea around it also instantly waved, although the wind and waves were not enough for the large-scale "Homeless" "What impact would it have, but Duncan had a big alarm in his heart. The next second, he was driven by intuition to look in the direction of the bow.
On the sea directly in front of Homeless, between the chaotic sky and sea, a boundless, sky-high wall of white mist seemed to emerge out of thin air, causing his eyes to widen instantly!
It was the white fog that seemed to surround and isolate the whole world, connecting the heaven and the earth like a cliff and rolling over it. Compared with its impressive scale, what made Duncan (Zhou Ming) more vigilant was that it made He instantly thought of the boundless fog outside the window of his bachelor apartment!
Homeless is heading straight for that fog wall!
Duncan didn't know what the thick fog was or what was in the depths of the fog, but he instinctively felt the great danger, and his survival instinct told him that being swallowed by the thick fog was never a good thing!
He subconsciously rushed to the platform where the rudder was located - a huge sense of powerlessness also shrouded: even at the helm, how can he drive this huge ship away from the fog wall alone?
But he still instinctively came to the wheel, and almost at the same time, he heard a hoarse and gloomy voice coming from a copper pipe next to the wheel that connected to the captain's room, it was the sound of "goat head" - that The tone of the strange thing turned out to be a little panic this time:
"Your Excellency Captain, there is a collapse of the border ahead, and we are approaching the limit of reality! Please adjust the course immediately!"
Hearing the panicked voice of the goat head, Duncan almost yelled at him - adjusting the course is easy to say, but you conjured up 180 good brothers who can sail for me on the spot to drive this thing!
Immediately afterwards, he looked up at the direction of the mast in front of him, and saw a few bare masts standing on the deck, and his grief became even more grief-not to mention sailing, in fact, this ship had no sails at all. The poles are all empty!
Under his emotional excitement, he didn't even bother to think seriously about the weird words that popped up in a sentence from Goat's Head just now. Only instinct made him subconsciously grab the steering wheel that seemed to be shaking slightly for some reason in front of him.
For the first time in several days, this was the first time he had put his hand on the helm of Homeless—the strange situation on the ship and the repeated urging of the goat's head had always made him doubtful and full of resistance to "steering". , and now, he finally had no chance to hesitate.
He held the rudder tightly, and his blank mind didn't even have time to think about how to steer an empty ghost ship with one person.
Change will happen in the next instant.
The sound like a mountain and a tsunami exploded in Duncan's mind, as if there were 10,000 cheering people standing on the shore to see off a ship, as if there were thousands of sailors on the deck shouting the captain's The name seems to be mixed with a desolate boat song and an invisible stormy sea.
A green flame appeared at the edge of his field of vision. Duncan looked at his palm subconsciously. He saw a green flame suddenly burst out from the steering wheel of the Homeless, and swept over with an amazing speed. In the blink of an eye spread all over the body.
In the blazing flames, the flesh and blood suddenly became empty and illusory, the captain's uniform became worn and tattered as if it had been soaked in sea water for dozens or hundreds of years, and under the illusory flesh and blood that suddenly became like a spirit body, Duncan could even see his own skeleton in Momohuhu—the crystal-like jade skeleton leaped with flames, and the unquenchable fire ran through his body like water.
However, he couldn't feel the slightest pain or heat, and in the raging flames, he only felt that his perception was spreading in all directions.
The fire swept down from the bridge, spread over the deck, over the side of the ship, over the mast, the flames interwoven like a net, and rose from the deck like breathing, spreading all the way along the solitary mast, and finally at sea. It is intertwined with the fog to form a huge sail like a gauze like fog.
The Homeless set sail, before the rapidly collapsing frontier of reality.
(Mom, surprise!
PS: There is a new full-book episode on the Sword of Dawn. In theory, it should be the last chapter episode. You can take a look~~~)
