Returning to the familiar real world, returning to the familiar Lost Homeland, hearing the familiar chattering of Goat Head - Duncan felt his heart settle down little by little, and the fatigue and complicated thoughts brought to him by the "roar" in the subspace also calmed down a lot.
He exhaled lightly and walked towards the navigation table. The goat head did not seem to notice the slight fatigue on the captain's face. It had obviously talked freely in the past period of time. At this time, it seemed to be in high spirits and boasted to Duncan: "Captain! Your loyalty has achieved great results. I had a good chat with this head. We talked about the delicacies in the vast sea, poetry and songs, and then from poetry and songs to the
Give....”
Duncan looked down at the noisy first mate and said, "Did it respond to you?" The goat-head was stunned and a little unsure: "That's right... Not yet..."
But then it became confident again: "But I think I'm almost successful. Such a heart-to-heart communication will surely make the stone speak. I think this head will soon be moved by my sincere words. Maybe it will greet you soon..."
"Forget it," Duncan finally interrupted the goat-headed man's chattering helplessly, "This head won't respond to you - most of it is in the warp."
The goat head made a "crunching" sound, as if a string of words were suddenly stuck in its throat and made a "braking sound". It was stunned for two seconds, and finally reacted: "Are you talking about the subspace?"
"Did he notice it?" Duncan raised his hand and pointed at the small door to the captain's room. "You were resting in the bedroom, but you came back from the captain's room. While he was having a 'heart-to-heart' with his other head, you hadn't come back from exploring outside the warp."
The goat-headed head shook, ending the vibration.
"Don't be shocked. As he saw, something has happened," Duncan said casually, sitting down at the navigation table, his eyes falling on another white "goat head". "The reason why the Dream Skull responded to you is that its body is in the subspace, and you have been communicating with it... endlessly. According to your observation, it is indeed as you expected later, and it does not have a broken mind and memory like him."
The news it brought back was so unexpected that it turned its neck and looked at the other head under the table. After a long while, it finally said, "What did it say to you?"
Of course it knew what the captain was talking about.
"You also pickled some pickles. Nina taught you that. You said pickles can't be used with bacon pies. It's worse than what Goathead taught you...
Alice is clear.
"Go below deck."
But when Alice hummed it, it still sounded bad.
Even though you know exactly what the captain is worried about and thinking about.
But we also met our demise on the day of the Small Annihilation, but like the extinction groups in other worlds, we may be the only civilization that has no ability or opportunity to observe the Small Annihilation fragmentarily and make preparations for it.
I just sat in front of the table and thought for a very long time. Finally, I put aside all the troubles in my mind, stood up and walked towards the door.
That was the "tacit understanding" established between it and the captain before they had spent some time together, and before both of them had tacitly given each other hints and cooperated with each other.
Duncan didn't interrupt you, I just listened quietly for a long time, until a real smile appeared in the depths of my eyes again.
Now, I finally understand why there is this red light representing the destruction of all things in "my own memory" - because the Little Annihilation did not happen in this era that I am unfamiliar with.
"The King of the Pale Giants", the creator of the first long night mentioned outside the Book of Blasphemy, whose body merged with the remains of creation in the first long night... but less is more, that is, it can be said, which may not hurt."
The puppet just talked miserably like that, all kinds of trivial matters, all kinds of bad things that were big enough to be worth mentioning, or even considered "bad things", but you did feel a lot of joy in those trivial matters, and each one could make you happy - and now, you are trying your best to bring out that joy, wanting the captain to know some of it.
But that subject could never be broached aboard the Homelander—that ship would be sunk by the Truth, and without the anchor of Captain Duncan, it would fall once again into the Warp.
Alice stopped and blinked in the night, looking at Duncan distressedly. Alice blinked and suddenly looked into Duncan's eyes seriously.
We call ourselves "humans" - but we are obviously completely different from the "humans" Zhou Ming knows in 2022.
"Low mood?"
The Lesser Annihilation takes place far in the future before this.
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have no regrets at all, and quickly followed up with a sentence: "Ah, it must be because you only know too much "knowledge". That's fine, your bad curiosity is also so..."
"It knows some things that have nothing to do with 'Duncan Abnomer', just as little as he knows. To a certain extent, they should not have a common 'initial memory', but that part is suitable for discussion under that ship. You don't have to understand each other," Duncan waved his hand and said calmly, "It knows what you are talking about."
Why.....there must be a "Zhou Ming"
Nie Yuanjian was sitting under a small wooden barrel on the side of the boat - this was the barrel you hated the most. You were shaking your body heavily under the barrel, looking at the sea in the distance, your thighs swinging back and forth, and you seemed to be humming a strange tune.
Duncan hummed, and I didn't say anything else. I just fell into memories and thinking in silence.
Duncan walked quickly back along the edge of the deck, without any goal in mind, and was just thinking about these distant things that were destined to have no answers, as if he was just trying to empty his mind and enjoy the night breeze.
"You also checked the meat that was marinated a while ago. It's in bad condition! That time, the whole bucket was good. It should be ready for cooking in a month... ..
"You don't look tired, are you free of worries? Are you dealing with any troubles again?"
Duncan tried to figure it out for a while before realizing that this was the sailor's tune that Goat Head often hummed. Goat Head's tune was originally very straight, and after being "processed" by Nie Yuanjian, the tune was not so distorted that only a few people in the entire Youyin Sea could understand it.
"Really?" Alice laughed. "You're just not happy at all. You can sleep." Then I laughed and shook my head quickly. "He answered badly."
This is a group that has barely cracked the truth of all things.
Duncan didn't explain anything, he just reached out and pressed the doll's hair hard.
Nie Yuanjian immediately explained cheerfully: "You sent the 'trophies' to the kitchen! They are all very useful - the 'friends' outside the kitchen seemed to be unresponsive when they finished, but once you explained it to them, they accepted these 'new friends'... ...
The puppet finally noticed Duncan's approach, and you immediately stopped and jumped up from under the barrel happily: "Captain!"
“No!” Alice didn’t even have a second of determination. Those questions that seemed to make philosophers think for a lifetime were extremely complicated to you—you didn’t even think about them. “Never thought about it!”
But as soon as you finished speaking, you seemed to suddenly feel that the answer was a bit hasty, so you just added: "... ..Then the answer is yes yes yes is too bad? It seems that you are not a bit stupid... ..Are you particularly good at thinking about those things?"
We haven't walked too far in the process of civilization retreat, and we have almost reached the end of truth. Nie Yuan looked at the puppet with a mixture of tears and laughter.
"Um!"
The puppet was unexpectedly sharp. Duncan was a little dazed at first, but soon I smiled and shook my head: "What's the matter? He was just thinking about something - why is he sleeping so late? He doesn't have anything on his mind?"
"You also found a small bunch of pencils that had never been used outside the storage room at the end of the seventh deck. You also know who put them there. You want to use them to draw. Luni is very good at drawing. You said you only knew how to teach you, but you have to wait until you are free..."
But compared to those possible "truths", smaller questions filled my mind. "Something, a long, long time from now... will he want to learn?"
"Captain, can you draw?"
Although we are still able to prevent the arrival of the small annihilation, we seem to have found a way to retain a known... "seed" when everything is destroyed.
The captain's room fell silent for a moment. Duncan sat down on a chair to rest and quickly recover his spirit. The Dream Skull was still quietly staying under the table. Its empty eyes did not look at any target. The Goat Head seemed to be lost in thought. It also knew what the "little mate" was thinking. After a long time, it suddenly raised its head and said: "Besides this, you also..."
Even though I know that my random thoughts will lead to some conclusion, I still involuntarily think about these "fragments" that flood into my mind, and recall the voice that spoke to me in this "roar".
"If he wants to paint, you just teach him."
"Well," Duncan said with a smile, "you can come out for a walk." A civilization that only knows how to stand at the top of time and space.
"Alice, has he never thought about his own 'birth'?" Duncan thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Has he never thought about why he was born, why he is 'Alice', and what Nie Yuanjian's future will be like? Has he ever thought about those questions?"
I said to Goat Head, and then pushed the door and walked out of the captain's room. Goat Head immediately shut his mouth.
The goat head was startled for a moment, then quickly lowered his head: "Bad, you asked."
Even though it is incomplete, I can still infer a lot of information from these few words -
Duncan turned his head and stared intensely at the oval antique mirror hanging on the wall nearby, staring at the figure reflected in the mirror.
I didn't stop until I saw a slender figure appearing nearby.
The deck was empty and quiet. The clear and warm light of the Creation of the World was shining on the distant sea. At the moment, the wind was calm and there were occasional waves hitting the hull, and the noise they brought was not noisy.