Chapter 67: A Beautiful Morning on the Lost Country
Chapter 67 A Beautiful Morning on the Lost Country Ship
“Alice! Mind your head!”
The beautiful morning aboard the Lost Country began with a mid-air yell from the captain on deck.
Duncan stood outside the captain’s cabin, raising his hand and pointing to a mannequin head hanging from a nearby beam, his eyes twitching out of the corner of his eye half a dozen times before he finally saw a mannequin carcass in a long, dark purple gothic gown scrambling up from the side to remove the head that was hanging in mid-air.
With a crisp “boing” in the air, Ms. Mannequin put her head back on and trotted over, “Hey hey ……”
“Hey what hey, what are you doing hanging your head on my doorstep in the middle of the morning?” Duncan stared blankly at the cursed mannequin that came to life every other day, seriously who wouldn’t be startled to see a head floating in the wind at the door in the morning? It’s a good thing he’s been on this ship for so long that his nerves are tougher than they used to be, otherwise he’d be breathing out of his back, “Don’t tell me you’re on lookout – there’s pigeons on sentry duty!”
“I washed my hair …… this morning,” replied Alice, scrunching her neck and answering cautiously, “it never dries, so I thought I’d hang it up higher and blow on it … …”
Duncan: “……”
Alice gave Duncan a careful look, “Captain …… are you angry?”
“You …… are reasonable.” Duncan stifled half a day, and ultimately could only hold this sentence from the bronchial tubes, he restrained the muscles of his face trembling at the same time had to admit that, at least from the point of view of Alice this “abnormal 099” lifestyle, the head hangs a little higher to blow the wind that is really not a problem —. -The ship’s winch is still taking a nap as a habit, and the bucket for wiping the deck has to roll to the stern every afternoon to bask in the sun, and living on this ship is all about having a broad mind.
From this point of view, Alice this adapted to the ship’s life of the doll is now really with the ship “together” ……
“It’s good that you’re not angry, Captain!” Alice immediately smiled, she seems not only adapted to the life on this ship, but also adapted to or understood the captain’s temperament, she is still in awe of this powerful ghost captain, but no longer like the beginning of the simple fear, she now appears to be a lot more liberal, and even dared to bargain with the captain, “Then I can hang my head in the future! ……”
“No – anywhere but the doorway to the captain’s quarters, find your own place,” Duncan skimmed the mannequin, “I don’t want to be pushing on the doorway to see the heads of the crew hanging in the doorway, or headless bodies milling about in front of the door. ”
Alice could only bow her head honestly, “Oh, okay.”
Duncan still looked at her, his expression thoughtful.
“Captain?” Alice was a little bit furious by this look from the other party, “Why do you keep staring at me ……”
“A question just popped into my head,” Duncan said while thinking, “You lose your hair right, do you lose it when you wash your hair? And …… do you grow hair?”
Alice froze, her expression resembling that of a pigeon Aey in a sudden state of stuckness.
After another long time, her eyes suddenly wheeled and looked at Duncan with a face full of astonishment, “I …… I …… I hadn’t thought about that at all! Captain you ……”
The second half of her sentence was almost in tears, but she didn’t dare to say the last few words, she actually wanted to ask “Are you the devil, captain?”, but she was afraid that if she said it, she would be scolded by Mr. Goathead for underestimating the power of the captain and over-glorifying the image of the first natural disaster on the sea… …
Duncan does not care what Alice finally swallowed back, his mind has long been dispersed: “You see, although you can walk and jump and talk, but your body is still like a real mannequin, do not need to eat and do not need to drink, the joints fall out can be hard to press back, so can I understand, your hair is a non-renewable resource, wash it too much will be bald! …… combing your hair too much as well?”
Alice was on the verge of tears, “Captain why would you think of such a terrible thing ……”
Duncan: “I’ve actually been meaning to ask since you cooked that bowl of fish head soup earlier.”
Alice, despite her grief, froze after hearing this, “But it was only fish soup I cooked ……”
Duncan reasoned, “Nonsense, it has fish, head and soup in it, why not fish head soup?” Alice: “…… Captain you are reasonable.”
The beautiful morning on the Lost Country began with everyone recognizing each other as reasonable.
While Miss Doll left in a trance, as if she suddenly had something big to think about involving the future of her life, Duncan was in a cheerful mood, blowing on the sea breeze for a while, and then having a simple breakfast – the contents of which consisted of fillets of fish that Alice had baked by hand yesterday, chopped cheese, and spirits from the city-state of Plainland, which wasn’t exactly much delicious, but it was the top of the meal on the Lost Country ship at the moment.
In the chart room of the captain’s cabin, Goathead looked curiously at the cheerful Duncan, “Captain, what’s wrong with Ms. Alice? I noticed that she absentmindedly went back to her cabin, and slammed against the door twice as she returned to her room …… She seemed preoccupied?”
“She’s facing a major life challenge, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about her fighting with the odd thing on the ship for a long time to come,” Duncan shook his glass in his hand with a mischievously successful grin on his face, “but I do wonder about one thing ……”
“Huh? What are you curious about?”
“Is it true that cursed dolls become bald dolls when their hair falls out?” Duncan discusses it seriously with Goathead, “Shouldn’t such a transcendent thing have some sort of transcendent power to ensure …… well, ensure some sort of status? Unfortunately I didn’t get to discuss it with Alice to that point before she ran off.”
Goathead: “……”
Duncan gives the usually always noisy guy a curious look, “Why aren’t you talking?”
Goat Head held his tongue for half a day and finally stifled a sentence, “You are truly worthy of being the most terrifying natural disaster on the infinite sea …… This kind of question killed me and I couldn’t ask it.”
Duncan shrugged and stood up from behind the navigation table.
“I’m going to take another trip away,” he said to Goathead while snapping his fingers, a cluster of green flames then burst into flames out of thin air as Aye the Dove in her undead bird form descended from the flames and landed on his shoulder, “As usual, you’re in charge of the helm.”
“As you command, Captain, your loyal following omit will not let you down!” The goat head immediately promised with an upward tone, followed by a curious question, “Captain, you seem …… to be very keen on walking in the spirit world lately? Is there something on land that interests you?”
Duncan didn’t answer immediately, but pondered a little before speaking, “I’ve suddenly realized recently that after a century of development, this world has become a little more interesting.”
This was the response he gave after weighing his options: this sentence did not reveal any explicit information, nor did it reveal his own lack of knowledge, but at the same time, it was a reasonable introduction, which could make his subsequent frequent attention to the terrestrial worlds more normal, and if necessary, it could be used as a “reasonable motivation” for the Lost Country to return to civilization. “.
And this answer should not be too contrary to the image of “Captain Duncan”.
The greatest natural disaster on the Boundless Sea can also be a Leper – because Lepers are compatible with everything.
The goat’s head did not react abnormally, as if all the decisions made by Captain Duncan were taken for granted: “Oh, you’re right. After all, after all these years, it’s only natural that those weak city-states should have come up with something to interest you, and it’s only natural that you would want to relieve your boredom in that way. Shouldn’t the Lost Country make preparations? Which one are you planning to invade? Prand? Rensa? Or Frost further north?”
Duncan listened to the first half of the goat’s head words still in the heart secretly nodded, said that this number one lapdog really know how to guess the upper intention of the joke to set the stage, the result is that when he heard the second half of the instant blood began to cool – this bastard’s cooperation directly into the arching of the fire, he had to hasten to interrupt: “When did I say that I want to invade the city state I’ve never said anything about invading a city-state? Interesting things just appeared, will not it be a pity to destroy it?”
“Ah …… yes, you’re right, my suggestion was too rash,” Goathead immediately changed his tone, “I actually thought you were planning to swing by in a ship in the future… …Of course, since you didn’t have that in mind, that suggestion should be nullified. In fact, this is also very good, after all, the big city states still have some strength, approaching them rashly is a bit risky ……”
“Don’t mention invading the city-states lightly in the future,” Duncan glanced at Goathead, uneasily adding another layer of insurance, “We’ve been out of step with the world for a hundred years, and now I’m going to regain control of the changes in civilized society, which could involve a lot of long term changes- -Don’t make any superfluous plans until I have definite orders.”
“At your service, Captain.”
(End of chapter)