The hard, dark face of the wooden goat head was staring at Duncan who was sitting behind the navigation table. Its obsidian eyes seemed to be glowing with strange light. In fact, this thing had no ability to produce expressions at all, but Duncan clearly read some kind of expectation from the other's wooden face.
In fact, this was not the first time that Goat Head urged him to "set sail". Every time he came here, Goat Head would urge him to do so.
He even felt that the ship was constantly urging him to end this blind drift on the sea as soon as possible and set sail back to the right path as soon as possible.
However, Duncan fell silent. His naturally majestic face was now covered with dark clouds. In his contemplation and silence, he clearly realized two problems:
First, he was the only one on the entire ship, and the scale of the ship was insanely large. As a sail-powered ship, the total length of this ship called "Lost Homeland" was at least 150 to 200 meters according to Duncan's rough estimate. To control such a behemoth, at least dozens or even hundreds of experienced sailors were needed. How could he drive it alone
Second, apart from the above-mentioned professional factors, there was still a key problem that hindered his sailing journey—he did not know how to drive a boat.
Duncan was a little anxious. He tried to imagine what would happen if he asked this weird and noisy goat-head for advice on ship driving techniques. He became even more anxious after the assumption.
However, Goat Head didn't know what his captain was thinking. He just asked, "Captain, do you have any concerns? If you are worried about the situation of the Lost Homeland, then you can rest assured that the Lost Homeland is always ready to sail with you to the end of the world. Or are you worried that today's voyage will be unlucky? I know a little about divination. I wonder which kind of divination you believe in more? Celestial phenomena, incense, crystals are all fine. Speaking of crystals, do you remember..."
Duncan tried to tighten the muscles on his face, while restraining the urge to fight to the death with the goat-headed creature in front of him, he said in a deep voice: "I will go to the deck to observe the situation first - you stay here quietly."
"I will follow your wishes - but I must remind you that the Lost Homeland has been drifting blindly for too long. You must take control of it as soon as possible and get this voyage back on track..."
The goat head said, and then with the sound of wood rubbing, it finally returned to its original posture.
Duncan felt as if the whole world had stopped in an instant.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and the resonance in his brain gradually calmed down. Then he picked up the flintlock on the table, stood up and walked out of the captain's room.
This old-looking flintlock rifle was found by him while exploring on the ship, along with a one-handed sword, which was currently hanging on his waist. These two items ensured his sense of security when he was moving on the ship.
During the past few days of exploration, he had spent a lot of time learning roughly how to use these two things - even though so far he had never seen any living creature other than himself on the ship.
Talking "items" do not count.
The fishy and salty sea breeze blew in his face, and Duncan's slightly irritable mood calmed down. He came to the deck outside the captain's room and subconsciously looked up at the sky.
Thick dark clouds still covered the sky as far as the eye could see. No sun, moon or stars could be seen through the clouds. Only turbid light from the sky enveloped the boundless sea.
This scene has lasted for a long time. In fact, since the day Duncan came on the ship, he has only seen such a sky - it even made him doubt whether normal weather does not exist in this world at all. Is this cloudy scene the eternal celestial phenomenon in this sea area
Duncan turned around and saw the door of the captain's room standing quietly. On the beam above the door, there was a line of words engraved in some letters he didn't recognize. When his eyes focused on the line of words, its meaning was directly and clearly reflected in his mind:
"The Gate to the Lost".
"The Lost Homelander's Gate... The Lost Homelander," Duncan muttered to himself, and then said with some self-mockery, "This ship does have a good name."
Then he walked around the captain's room and followed the stairs on the edge of the deck to the upper deck at the stern, where there was a wooden platform. This was the place with the widest view on the entire ship except for the observation deck.
A heavy black steering wheel sat quietly on the platform, waiting for the arrival of the helmsman.
Duncan frowned. For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency and anxiety, and this feeling seemed to have arisen out of nowhere the moment he saw the steering wheel.
He had never had this feeling the few times he came here before!
As if in response to his anxiety, an inexplicable, chaotic wind suddenly blew across the deck, and the originally calm sea surface around it instantly became wavy. Although the wind and waves would not have any impact on the huge "Lost Homeland", Duncan's heart was filled with alarm, and the next second, he looked in the direction of the bow driven by instinct.
On the sea right in front of the Lost Hometown, between the chaotic and hazy sky and sea, an endless wall of white fog that seemed like a sky-high barrier seemed to emerge out of thin air, causing his eyes to widen instantly!
It was a white fog that seemed to surround and isolate the entire world, and it connected heaven and earth like a cliff that rolled over. What made Duncan (Zhou Ming) even more alert than its heart-pounding scale was that the thing instantly reminded him of the endless fog outside the window of his bachelor apartment!
The Lost Homeland was heading straight towards the wall of fog!
Duncan didn't know what the thick fog was, nor did he know what was deep in the fog, but he instinctively felt a huge danger. His survival instinct told him that being swallowed by the thick fog was definitely not a good thing!
He subconsciously rushed to the platform where the rudder was located - and at the same time, a huge feeling of powerlessness enveloped him: even if he was at the helm, how could he steer this huge ship away from the wall of fog by himself
But he still instinctively came to the steering wheel, and almost at the same time, he heard a hoarse and gloomy voice coming from a copper pipe next to the steering wheel that was connected to the captain's room. It was the voice of "Goat Head" - the tone of the strange creature was actually a little panicked this time:
"Captain, there is a border collapse ahead. We are approaching the limit of reality! Please adjust the course immediately!"
Hearing Goat-Head's panicked voice, Duncan almost burst into curse - it's easy to say to adjust the course, but why don't you produce a hundred or eighty good brothers who can drive a boat to drive this thing!
Then he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the masts in front of him, and saw a few bare masts standing on the deck. He felt even more sad—let alone raising the sails, in fact, the ship had no sails at all, and those masts were all empty!
In his excitement, he didn't even bother to think seriously about the strange words that Goat Head had just said. Only instinct made him subconsciously grab the steering wheel in front of him, which seemed to be vibrating slightly for some reason.
This was the first time in several days that he took the initiative to put his hands on the steering wheel of the Lost Homeland. The strange situation on the ship and the repeated urging of the goat-head man had always made him doubtful and resistant to the idea of "steering the ship". But now, he finally had no chance to hesitate.
He gripped the rudder tightly, his blank mind not even allowing him to think about how to steer an empty ghost ship by himself.
Change happens in the next moment.
A sound like a tsunami exploded in Duncan's mind, as if ten thousand cheering people were standing on the shore to see a ship off, as if there were hundreds of shouting sailors on the deck shouting the captain's name, and in between seemed to be mixed with desolate ship songs and invisible raging waves.
A ball of green flame appeared at the edge of his vision. Duncan subconsciously looked at his palm. He saw a ball of green fire suddenly burst out from the steering wheel of the Lost Homeland, and swept over with astonishing speed, spreading throughout his body in the blink of an eye.
In the blazing flames, the flesh and blood body suddenly became empty and illusory, and the captain's uniform became tattered as if it had been soaked in sea water for dozens or hundreds of years. Under the flesh and blood that suddenly became as illusory as a spirit, Duncan could even vaguely see his own bones - flames were jumping on the crystal-like jade bones, and the inextinguishable fire was flowing in his body like water.
However, he did not feel any pain or burning. In the raging flames, he only felt that his perception was spreading in all directions.
The fire swept down from the bridge, over the deck, over the side of the ship, and over the mast. The flames intertwined like a net and rose from the deck like breath, spreading along the lonely mast, and finally interweaving into a huge sail like gauze and fog between the sea and the fog.
The Lost Homeland set sail, at the border of a rapidly collapsing reality.
(Oh my god, surprise!
PS: Sword of Dawn has just released a new extra chapter, which should be the last extra chapter in theory, you can go and take a look~~~)