Chapter 765: Captain Kalani’s Journal
Chapter 762 – Captain Kalani’s Log
Duncan’s side of the mouth, the “sailor” immediately know what the captain wants to do, after all, since the white oak ship by Lawrence “wake up”, his “human” life’s biggest nightmare! It was this: to be burned by Captain Duncan on a whim. ……
Of course, this nightmare has now come true – he was crushed by a fireball from the messenger named “Aye”.
Therefore, after experiencing the horror of being surrounded by the spiritual flames, as if his soul would be vaporized at any moment, the dry body was particularly nervous at the moment: “…… Will this burn the shroud cleanly?”
“Theoretically it won’t,” Duncan said confidently, “I can control my flame with precision and use it to understand the ‘reality’ of various transcendental objects beneath the surface, and I’ve examined and explored many things in the past in this way. many things, this process is very safe ……”
As soon as the words fell from his side, before the sailor had time to let go of his breath, Shirley beside him suddenly muttered, “Who said that, the black book that you got from the Annihilationists when you were in the Frost earlier was burned away after you took a look at it ……”
Nina followed closely and added, “And even earlier, that golden mask that you got from the Sunists back in Prand also burned ……”
“Silentis burned too ……” Lucrecia followed with a whisper, “This one close.”
Duncan expression meat eye visible began to stiffen, the scene atmosphere immediately after a little subtle, but is next to feed pigeons Alice this time actually suddenly reacted, see this scene immediately raised his hand to the captain to solve the problem: “My wooden box did not burn ah!”
After saying that she thought about it again and added with a serious face, “Although it became part of the Lost Country ship after being ‘looked at’ by the captain ……”
“…… You can leave that last sentence out,” Duncan tried his best to tense his face and control his expression, squeezing a few words out of his teeth at Alice, and then he returned his gaze to the “sailor ” with a hard, bemused look, “…… Anyway, it’s safe.”
But suddenly, as if a period of time that had disappeared had suddenly surfaced in the river of years, he “saw” a wisp of light emerge from the depths of that chaos.
“We were out of our normal timeline in the mist, and in the abnormal time stream I saw many illuminated phantoms, and in the thickest part of the fog I saw the edge of the world gradually crumbling off ……
Duncan’s eyes snapped open, and in his “field of vision”, the shimmering light standing in the chaotic mist suddenly took on a hazy outline, which was vaguely that of a lady in the naval uniform of the Church of the Deep, with a straight figure and a blurred face.
Duncan closed his eyes gently, maneuvering the flames that penetrated deep into the Shroud with extra caution, feeling every ounce of information that the flames passed on to him, trying to establish communication with some empty, distant, and shattered being – he’d done this so many times before that it was a breeze.
A bit of illusory flame like flowing water flared up from his fingertips and fell silently – the spiritual fire was like water, penetrating the dirty, tattered shroud in the blink of an eye and slowly filling and traveling between each of its furrows and folds.
Duncan’s heart fluttered, and he immediately leaned towards the shimmering light – and before he could reach it, a muffled, faint voice had reached his ears:
Helena and Frem’s gazes involuntarily moved with Duncan’s movements, and after a long hesitation, Frem couldn’t help but speak, “This is the only ‘intelligence’ ever sent back from beyond the borders, and I hope that you will stop it in time if it shows any signs of damage. ”
“I understand.” Duncan nodded extremely solemnly, while under the gaze of many eyes, he had slowly placed his hand over the shroud.
The sailor nodded in bewilderment after hearing this, while Duncan turned around with a serious expression and went to the low table, where he solemnly placed the piece of shroud on the table.
Duncan exhaled softly and stepped forward to pat the dryad’s shoulder with a seriousness and sincerity in his expression, “Don’t worry – it may be all that’s left of the Sea Song, I’ll be discreet.”
“Time beyond the …… border …… is discontinuous, I realized this many years after I was lost in my voyage, and that six nautical mile critical line is not just a physical ‘boundary ‘ but also the extent of order in our world ……
“We found ‘Him’ – roughly half a century after crossing the six nautical mile critical line ……”
Vast chaos appeared to his perception, and at first, there was nothing in the depths of this chaos.
She stood silently in the fog, talking to herself as if she did not “see” Duncan at all.
“…… Let me talk to you.” He whispered to himself.
“I am Captain Kalani of the Sea Song, and this is the record I left on the way back ……
The sailor looked at the majestic captain in front of him, then at the group of followers around the captain, and the two expressionless popes next to him, and after holding his tongue he finally nodded to Duncan, “I believe.”
“…… Here we see the figures of past explorers lost on the frontier, who have completely lost their entities and selves, wandering in a daze through the fractured and disordered flow of time, like a fog that rises and falls away as it goes, and the Sea Song crosses paths with some of these phantoms, and in the process, I realize that we are becoming just like them ……
“My crew gradually lost themselves, and by the time they had been lost for almost half a century, almost everyone on board had become walking dead – something I recalled only afterward, and by then I wasn’t in much better shape than the crew… …
“…… Only the first mate kept his post …… I don’t know exactly how long he lasted …… “And then we heard the call of the waves anew in a sea of suddenly appearing entities that ‘towed’ the Sea Song to an archipelago – I woke up suddenly at that point, amazed that beyond the borders there could have been such an extensive entity, and it was only later that I realized that the ‘archipelago’ was in fact the place where our Lord had fallen asleep.
“There He is – the Lord of Storms, the Will of the Deep, the Goddess Gemona ……
“These words I have recorded may shock the world, but indeed I have seen it with my own eyes-
“It is true that the Kingdom of God is not located ‘high up’ in the concept of dimensions, nor is it located in the ‘bedrock’ of the world; the Kingdom of God does not exist, and the Gods have in fact always been all around us… …around the world, beyond the mists of the border, and He is here, surrounding the entire world.
“He …… and His children are part of the ‘outer barrier’.”
Kalani’s phantom paused, as if there was a gap in his memory here, and Duncan came to the captain’s phantom, meeting the unfocused eyes.
“The gods surround the world and are part of an external barrier?” He asked suddenly, “And outside the barrier? What is even more outside? Do you see it?”
The phantom, however, did not respond, she was a mere vision – after standing in silence for a few moments, she spoke to herself, still repeating Captain Kalani’s log:
“…… Many of us stayed there.
“The Storm Goddess sleeps in the center of that ancient archipelago …… Those ‘islands’ are actually the bodies of Leviathan, and they surround the sea, clustered together around Him… …On the most massive island stood a temple, shaped like a cascading obelisk, made of countless dark green or blackened boulders, with some kind of mysterious, twisted symbols on the stones that seemed to be words, but which I couldn’t recognize ……
“I can’t describe that …… being that sleeps in the center of the temple, I can’t describe our god, He is completely different from the goddess I perceive, I …… saw His body, and in a split second, I felt my mind as if it had been torn apart and reorganized a million times over, but a gentle voice awoke me and my crew again …… The voice transformed us into a part of ‘Him’, which kept us from being torn apart and turned into monsters in the mist ……
“Then He apologized to us.
“He said that He was no longer in control – He said that He was dead, but that He was still doing everything He could to delay that death, and that now, He needed us to accomplish a task.
“He asked me to mark out a course, a course leading from the Infinite Sea to the Outer Barrier – in this mist between the six nautical mile border and the Outer Barrier, the only correct course will lead the voyagers to ‘Him’ ……
“For this reason, someone must return to the voyage.”
The phantom of Captain Kalani slowly lowered his head and continued softly.
“Most are tired, and they have chosen to gain eternal peace in the harbor of the Lord …… I do not blame them, for that is one of the qualities of ‘human nature’.
“In the end, it was only my first mate and I who set out on the homeward voyage – the Sea Song had been swallowed up by that archipelago, but the Goddess recreated from the mists the phantom that it had been before it was swallowed up, and my first mate and I rode in that phantom, and set out in the direction He guided us on the way home… …
“Now, we are almost home.
“I can feel myself gradually dissipating, and so is the Sea Song …… Both I and this ship are illusions molded by the Goddess in the mist, and the real world does not allow such illusions to exist for long …… This feeling of dissipation is a sign of coming home. This feeling of dissipation is a sign that we are about to go home.
“But the first mate is not like me – he is not a phantom awakening from the mists, he is awake at all times, and has been awake from the day he set sail until now, and he is still real in the world, and has been faithfully fulfilling his orders.
“So that course will be left to him …… He will find his way home, and he will find his way back to that archipelago …… however long that may take.
“I am Kalani, Captain of the Sea Song, and I leave the Sea Song in the full hands of my faithful First Mate, and this is the last log I leave behind as Captain ……
“May you bear witness.”
The shimmering figure resumed its silent standing form in the roiling chaos fog.
And then the fog dissipated and Duncan opened his eyes – he was still in the parlor.
(End of chapter)