Chapter 11 Alice
Chapter 11 Alice
Duncan felt that he would probably never forget this image for the rest of his life – an ornate casket rising and falling with the waves of the eerie and dangerous infinite sea, while a gothic mannequin powered by mysterious forces stood in the middle of the casket and rode the waves with its hands clasped around the huge coffin slab… …
And it doesn’t look like it’s very happy.
This was so overly sinister no matter which way you looked at it that for a moment Duncan didn’t even know whether to be surprised first that the cursed mannequin was actually moving or shocked at her swirling coffin boards and rowing through the waves, he just felt that this scene really went against what he’d imagined from the start – he’d imagined how the other side got back to the ship several times… But the only thing he had never imagined …… was such a sight.
And in the few moments that Duncan was lost in thought, the mannequin had already arrived near the stern of the Lost Country.
Although the tool is a coffin board, but she paddling speed is amazingly fast, but also has a different dexterity and strength, Duncan carefully put his head out of the observation port, and saw that the doll will be the coffin board to the casket, and then reached out and grabbed a piece of wood protruding from the rear of the ship, began to climb upwards quickly – flexible and swift as if There were invisible ropes pulling her upwards, and the heavy wooden box even floated up directly from the sea in a strange way, as if it had lost its weight, floating beside the mannequin.
Duncan quickly put his head back before the figure noticed him.
On the other hand, the mannequin apparently didn’t realize that the captain of this ghost ship had been secretly observing, she climbed up to the towering stern of the Lost Country in almost the blink of an eye, jumped onto the deck with a flip, and then waved her fingers in the air, letting the casket floating beside her land firmly next to her feet, and then she turned her head around as if observing the situation near the deck, and then made sure that there was no one else in the area, and then she quickly arranged her After confirming that no one was around, she quickly straightened up her somewhat wet dress and began to crawl towards the coffin on her hands and knees.
Halfway there, she was stopped by a pirate sword that suddenly appeared from the side – followed by the clicking sound of a flintlock hammer being raised into her ears.
The mannequin’s movements instantly stiffened, and she attempted to turn her head, only to see a ghostly captain with green flames wrapped around his body standing next to him, gazing coldly at himself, and that voice that seemed to come from the depths of the spirit world was cold and ghostly: “Oh, I’ve got you, mannequin.”
In front of Duncan’s eyes, the doll obviously trembled for a moment, she seemed to be frightened, wanting to instinctively dodge to the side, but in the heat of the moment the movement was a bit out of shape, its upper body swayed, Duncan heard a crisp “click” from the other side of the shoulder and neck position.
Then her head fell off ……
In front of Duncan’s face, a beautiful head fell from the body of the doll, long silver-white hair scattered in the sea breeze, and then rolled down around the head next to his feet – the body of the doll is still maintained in the casket near the ready to escape posture, a hand in mid-air grasping bewilderedly, but the head stared helplessly at Duncan, mouth open and close: “Help …… help …… help …… help ……”
It’s not an exaggeration to say that Duncan’s heart stopped beating at this moment – although he doubted that his heart still existed when he was burned by the spectral flames, but the scene of watching the doll’s head fall still gave him a real shock, except that the burning spectral flames hid his face at this moment of horror, and the momentary hesitation under his shock was caused by a shocked and stunned face. His momentary hesitation under the shock was treated by the mannequin as a sort of indifference, so that the lady of the mannequins did not even realize that the terrible Captain Duncan seemed more nervous than herself, but only repeated, “Help …… help …… head …… off ……”
Duncan finally reacted, soothing his little heart, which at the moment existed in his imagination, and doing his best to control his movements and voice, he watched the doll for a while with maximum calm and composure, confirming that the “cursed mannequin”, despite all of its bizarre features, looked… …she seemed to be more afraid of herself, the “Ghost Captain”, than of her own weird nature.
Instantly aware of this fact, Duncan realized that he had to maintain his composure.
He didn’t know the world yet, let alone this cursed figure, and until he could control the situation, his identity as Captain Dreadful Duncan was his best bet for safety.
On the other hand, he couldn’t just leave the doll alone – although things hadn’t gone quite as he’d expected at first, it had turned out that the doll could communicate with him after all.
He put the flintlock away, while his other hand continued to hold the rapier in his hand – at close range, the flintlock, which only had one chance to fire, was obviously not as reliable as a sword, not to mention that the marksmanship he had practiced in haste was far from being enough to turn himself into a skilled gunslinger- He then used his free hand to grab the mannequin’s head, which had fallen to the ground.
It was a strange sensation, even though he knew it was just a cursed doll, the feeling of reaching out and grabbing a ‘head’ still made Duncan mutter, and the slight warmth that came from the head immediately afterward almost made him want to throw it out of the room.
It was too evil and weird.
But in the end, he still restrained the strange feelings coming from the bottom of his heart, and calmly stared at the head, “Do you want me to help you put it back?”
“Self …… self …… self …… self ……”
“Fine, do it yourself.” Duncan nodded, casually handing the head into the mannequin’s hands that were gripping it haphazardly in mid-air.
He then saw those hands catching his head extremely skillfully and deftly, and also tidied up his somewhat disheveled silver hair with his hands, adjusted the angle again, and put the head down towards the neck position – accompanied by a crisp clicking sound, and the spherical joints were tightly fitted together.
The whole process was a smooth one, obviously not the first time it had been done. Immediately after that the somewhat stiff face of the mannequin was quickly animated, she blinked and let out a long breath, “Phew …… it’s coming to life.”
Duncan: “……”
No matter from which angle, he felt that he should spit a mouthful, but after thinking about his own “Captain Duncan” persona as well as the unknown details of the doll in front of him, he finally just nodded to the doll expressionlessly, “Very well, now you come with me-” “You have come to me three times. -You’ve come to my ship three times, we need to talk.”
As he said that, he dispersed the spectral flames wrapped around his body and restored himself to his initial appearance.
The power to actively transform into “spirit form” was something he had mastered after holding the steering wheel of the Lost Country ship, but it was something he had come into contact with in a hurry, and he was still far from proficient in it, let alone “utilizing” it in any way. Apart from being able to steer the ship, he didn’t even know what other functions this thing had – just now, he released it, in fact, just to create a strong image in front of the weird cursed mannequins, and in the process, he was just trying to build up his own momentum.
Now that the image had been established and the doll was cooperative, there was no point in continuing to maintain the flames and consume energy.
That cursed mannequin obediently stood up from beside the coffin, and immediately afterward, she was surprised to see the process of Duncan regaining his human form, and she was dumbfounded, “You …… you are not a ghost?”
Duncan gave her a faint look, “It can be if necessary.”
The mannequin raised one hand to support her head, and there seemed to be some awe in her eyes.
Duncan wasn’t sure what the creature was in awe of, but could see that her head still didn’t seem to be very secure – it might have almost fallen off in shock again just now.
He turned in the direction of the captain’s cabin, and through the real-time connection with the Lost Country, he could sense the mannequin following honestly after a brief second or two of hesitation.
As expected, the ornate and oddly named “casket” floated close behind the figure, and she seemed to carry it with her wherever she went.
A few moments later, Duncan led the cursed figure to the captain’s cabin.
Under the gaze of the wooden goat’s head, the ghost captain and the cursed mannequin sat opposite each other across the nautical table. Duncan sat in his black back chair, while the mannequin lady opposite him used the coffin-like wooden box as a chair, and sat on top of the box in an elegant and dignified manner.
She was indeed elegant and dignified, and when she sat down and kept quiet, when she sat on the crate with her silver hair cascading down her back and her gothic gown, she was as dignified and beautiful as if she were a work of art that should be in a palace, surrounded by guards.
Unfortunately for Duncan, as soon as he saw her, he was reminded of the wind and waves the young lady had just been riding as well as splitting up ……
He sighed and resumed that cold yet majestic look as he gazed into the eyes of the mannequin lady, “Name?”
“Alice.”
“Race?”
“Doll.”
“Occupation?”
“Mannequin …… Why are you asking this?”
Duncan thought for a moment, “To do some basic understanding.”
(End of chapter)