Chapter 301: Days on board the Lost Country
Chapter 301: Days aboard the Lost Country
Aiden returned to the bridge where Tirian was waiting for him.
“The unloading process is going well, about an hour to go before everything in the cargo hold is transferred to the port warehouse,” the bald first mate reported in high spirits, the strong smell of tobacco still emanating from every fold of his clothing, “the sailors who stayed on the island kinda like the ones you brought back as ‘souvenirs’ you brought back.”
“There’s going to be a party tonight, if you’re interested in attending as well,” Tirian said casually, then couldn’t help but look at Aiden a little longer, frowning and shrugging his nose, “You lighting yourself up with your smoking?”
“…… Maybe slightly too much,” Aiden rubbed the tip of his nose a little awkwardly, “Tobacco from Prenland is always …… hard to let go of. ”
“Pay a little attention, you smell practically like a piece of bacon right now,” Tirion shook his head and casually reminded, then didn’t focus on the matter any further, instead the conversation changed, “I’ve been hearing sailors discussing Frost from time to time lately.”
“Word has indeed spread,” hearing the captain’s words, Aiden’s expression immediately became a little more serious, “The dead come back to life, regardless of the source of this rumor, the content of the rumor is enough to cause the sailors to discuss it – after all. Everyone is immortal.”
“Immortals ah ……” Tirian repeated the word softly, “What, people are expecting to actually come back to life?”
“Honestly, anyone with a modicum of sense knows it’s impossible,” Aiden shrugged, “Ordinary people might still imagine such topics, but the more undead you are, the more you know that truly coming back from the dead can only be a rumor – The god of death, Bartok, exists, and that gate of His has no return, and we, because our souls have been twisted and changed, and we can no longer pass through that gate, we are stranded in the earthly realm and have become the so-called ‘undead’, and for the boundary between life and death, we all are actually very clear about it, after all, whoever was on the verge of dying back then, hovered in front of that gate. ”
Tirion nodded gently and pondered for a moment before speaking again, “Then why has this topic caused so much discussion?”
“True resurrections from the dead don’t happen, so people are speculating if all those so-called resurrections could actually be …… ‘living dead’,” Aiden grinned, smiling. “As you know, most city-states don’t like the living dead, and Frost especially doesn’t, they even see it as a ‘curse on the Outer Sea’. While it’s true that a debt from half a century ago shouldn’t be pressed on the heads of today’s Frosts, everyone is still happy to see the authorities of that city-state fretting.”
Tirion raised an eyebrow, “Seeing the fun? If this really has something to do with the original Subterranean plan, then this is going to be a lot more than just fun.”
“You’re right, and I understand that very well, but the current view of most ordinary sailors is still to just have fun first, the first wave of bad luck is the Frostbite anyway, and then we’ll talk about something else when the fun gets too big,” Aiden said, spreading both his hands out, “It can’t be helped, that’s just the mindset of the undead, not to mention that this matter also has something to do with the Frost.”
Tirion looked at Aiden speechlessly for a long moment before waving his hand helplessly.
“…… A true resurrection from the dead requires passing through the gates of Bartok and returning, and Frost’s current dominant belief is in the God of Death, theoretically speaking, in Frost, the rules of life and death will only be tighter and more solid, and now that rumors are circulating over there about the return of the dead, it’s very wrong, and “He didn’t continue to dwell on the question of “whether or not it’s too big a deal to watch” with his first officer, but instead, he put on a stern face and made the topic serious again, “I’m more inclined to think that it’s some other kind of transcendent power at work. ”
“That will depend on how the local cathedral of silence reacts,” Aiden said, “I’ve heard that the current keeper of the cathedral is a newcomer by the name of Agatha, a young girl with very little experience, I don’t know if she’d be able to handle this kind of trouble.”
Tirion didn’t say anything, for some reason, at this moment, he suddenly thought of another high-ranking cleric who was also very young, but showed strong strength, and was even able to deal with his own dreadful father many times with equanimity.
Inquisitor Vanna of Prand.
If it is that Inquisitor who is strong to the point of being somewhat terrifying,…… dealing with a few small troubles that have come back from the dead must be no problem.
……
The slightly fishy and salty sea breeze blew head on, wrapped in a chill not found in the central seas.
Vanna sat on a barrel near the side of the ship, looked up at the endless sea level in the distance, and saw that there was a vague mist at the end of the field of vision, and it seemed that there were still distant and hazy icebergs hidden in the depths of the mist.
The Lost Country had entered the Cold and Cold Sea, which was far, far away from Prand.
The young Inquisitor lowered his head and continued carving pieces of wood with a small knife.
She was carving a new wave amulet out of sea breath wood.
Life on the Lost Country was actually countless times better than she had first imagined, all those horrible or treacherous things hadn’t happened, there was a normal routine, decent food, clean and separate living space, and a noisy but fun crew of fellow travelers, and in some ways, the living conditions on the Lost Country were even a little bit better than on an average ocean-going vessel! In some ways, living conditions on the Lost Country were even better than on an average ocean-going vessel —
Because of Ai as a “messenger”, the ship can always be replenished with fresh ingredients, because there are a large number of “living” facilities on board, the Lost Country will almost never be inconvenienced by the failure of the facilities, and the biggest advantage of this ship does not lie in this, its biggest advantage is actually safety. …… is safety.
Yes, safe, it is incredible, but after a few days of living here, Vanna finally confirmed this incredible reality: there is no ship that is safer than this dreaded ghost ship.
Because of Captain Duncan’s presence, not even subspace invaders would dare to mess with this ship ……
On the Lost Country ship you can casually discuss subspace things, you can casually read any books, Maurice asked Aey to help bring a pile of folklore and history books from Plainland, and read them for most of the day, and the captain, in order to catch up with the road, sometimes even directly let the Lost Country ship sink to the spirit world, and sailed wildly in the dark and scary abnormal sea.
There wouldn’t be any deep shadows coming out at all – and even if something did pop up, it would only become a daily pastime for the crew.
Or extra food. All in all, life on the Lost Country wasn’t really that bad.
But she still needed some time to get used to it.
The knife scratched through the wood pieces, carving deep indentations, and the wood shavings fell down a little bit, which also gradually calmed the slightly agitated mind.
Footsteps approached from behind, and a very energetic voice suddenly sounded next to her, “Miss Vanna, what are you doing?”
Vanna raised her head and saw that Nina was curiously surveying the half-carved talisman in her hand, as well as the several talismans that had already been carved on the other barrel next to her.
“This is a talisman dedicated to the storm goddess Gemona,” Vanna smiled, she knew what an amazing identity the ordinary looking girl in front of her had, but after spending a few days together she was no longer going to make a fuss about the identity of any of the ship’s crew members, “Throwing the seabreath wood talisman into the sea is equivalent to completing an offering to the goddess.”
“Oh!” Nina nodded in a daze, looking at the already carved talismans on the barrels with amazement on her face, “I think I’ve heard of this before in school, but this is the first time I’ve seen it hey, you’ve done a lot!”
“Actually ……,” Vanna spoke a little hesitantly, then she hesitated, looking into Nina’s bright eyes before slowly opening the lid of that barrel, “There’s more than just these.”
Nina froze, probing inside the barrel and continuing to stare.
After a few moments, she raised her head and looked at the Inquisitor in front of her.
“Miss Vanna …… aren’t you particularly bored on the ship?”
“Not really,” Vanna’s expression was a bit embarrassed, she also felt that she had carved a bucket of talismans in a few days seemed a bit of an exaggeration, “it’s just that …… it might take a little getting used to.”
“Oh.”
Nina nodded and went back to the barrel, squatting down and starting to fret thoughtfully.
There was no telling what she was thinking about.
Vanna put a new wave amulet down and silently put away her knife.
“Ms. Vanna, you’re not carving anymore, are you?”
“…… ran out of materials.”
“Then please ask Aey to help bring some more over?”
“It’s still not necessary ……,” Vanna waved her hand with an awkward expression, but just as she was about to say something else, a strange low rumbling sound that suddenly came from the direction of the sea interrupted what she was about to say.
It sounded like something was moving under the surface of the water and rising swiftly with a large number of bubbles wrapped around it.
A creaking sound came from the direction of the Lost Country’s mast almost simultaneously, and in the next instant, Vanna saw the spirit sails over the ghost ship adjusting their angle at the same time, and the massive hull adjusting its stance and heading accordingly.
Nina, on the other hand, ran near the ship’s side, staring wide-eyed at the sea in the distance, and suddenly raised her hand and pointed there, shouting, “Look, look! Miss Vanna! Something’s coming out!”
Vanna looked in the direction of Nina’s finger.
She saw a large rising foam of waves, irregular chaotic currents rumbling like hills in the distance, while a massive shadow gradually rose to the surface amidst the currents and foam.
The flying flagpole, the rusty bow and chimney, the tattered and damaged deck ……
It was a ship.
(Shocked, unexpectedly there is another silver moe …… but the brain really can not run over, now all dizzy, this double shift first allow me to slow down for a few days ……)
(The end of this chapter)