The sun was bright.

If the glowing object hanging high in the sky is really the sun, then its "sunlight" ...... It's bright indeed.

Duncan didn't know how long he stared at the sky, until his eyes became unbearably sore, and he finally withdrew his gaze from the clouds, but the "sun" gesture was still deeply imprinted in his retina and in the depths of his mind, and even when he closed his eyes, he could still vividly recall its appearance—the orb that glowed with a faint golden light, the flow of light that twisted and escaped around it, and the concentric ring structure that motioned silently around it.

The sun wasn't like that, and the sun shouldn't be like that—the world he knew, even under an alien sky, the stars hanging high in the sky wouldn't look like this.

But now he has to accept the facts.

He was in a foreign land, a foreign land more distant than he imagined.

Even the sun became something he couldn't understand.

Duncan subconsciously turned his head and looked at the door in front of the captain's quarters.

Push the door open and you can return to the room where he had lived for many years, to his bachelor apartment.

But outside that room, a thick fog had long since obscured the whole world, and the "hometown" he was familiar with was, in a sense, only the last thirty-square-meter hut remained.

The "home" that seems to be a return to as long as you open the door is actually just another lonely boat.

After a long silence, the voice of the goat's head suddenly reached Duncan's ears: "Captain, where are we going next?" Do you have any sailing plans? ”

Sailing plans? How could Duncan have such a thing—although he also wanted to immediately formulate a perfect plan for exploring the world and finalize the next voyage, he didn't even have a normal nautical chart at hand, let alone any land in this world, what forces there were, and he didn't know if there was an end to this endless ocean.

He had only learned how to fly the Lost a few hours earlier.

But he still pondered, and after a few minutes said in his mind: "Where did the ship that collided with the Lost Land come from?" ”

"Which city-states do you want to go to?" The goat's voice was a little surprised, and then he dissuaded, "I advise you not to go near the waterways controlled by those city-states...... At least not yet. Despite the fact that you are the great Captain Duncan, the current state of the Lost Country ...... After all, it's not as good as it used to be, and the garrison navy and papal guard of those city-states will definitely do their best to resist you...... Offensive. ”

Duncan was a little speechless for a while, he suddenly wanted to know what kind of angry things the "Captain Duncan" he replaced had done back then, so much so that it seemed that showing up in the world could instantly stimulate a group of 25 people......

And listening to the euphemism of the goat's head, Duncan also realized that the current state of the Lost Country and his "captain" did not seem to be as good as it usually complimented - the reason why Captain Dare to love the ghost and his ship was actually afraid to return to the ports of the civilized world?

Another way to say banishment is a trip to the end of the world!

Duncan is a little distressed, he urgently needs to find a way to understand this world, he must find a way to contact the "civilized society" of this world, whether it is to survive here for a long time or to solve the mystery and return to the "hometown" he is familiar with, he can't continue to wander on this endless ocean, and the problem is-

The "civilized society" of this world doesn't seem to think so.

In the eyes of the locals, "Captain Duncan" is a world boss who waves outside the main city, and once he appears in the field of vision, he must pull a 25-person group......

Duncan sighed - he wouldn't be so passive if there was a book on the Lost Ship, his only source of information here was the god-like goathead, but he didn't dare to expose himself too much in front of the goat's head at this stage.

But then again...... How come there isn't even a book on this huge ship?

The lonely long voyage is an extremely stressful environment for people living at sea, and people always need some means to relieve stress...... Can't be illiterate, right?

You know, the "captain" is a skilled job that requires a high level of knowledge, and even the most rude and savage pirates must at least have a captain who can read charts, understand astrology, and calculate routes.

Doubting something, Duncan asked casually—he asked it very carefully, as casually as possible, and the goat's answer was not hesitant:

"Books? Reading at sea is a dangerous thing, those guys in the depths and subspace are waiting for a hole in the mortal mind all the time, and the only safe reading materials are those 'classics' issued by the Holy See, which are safe, but it is better to wash the deck than to read boring...... Haven't you always been uninterested in things from the Holy See? ”

Duncan raised an eyebrow.

How can this be life-threatening to read this book at sea? Or can only the "classics" of the Holy See be read safely? What's wrong with this boundless sea?

It felt as if he had gained a little more knowledge about the world, but with it came new doubts, and Duncan had to force these new doubts to be suppressed in his heart, and he came to the end of the ship, looking out at the endless sea and sky in the distance.

The golden "sun" shone brightly, reflecting the undulating waves of fine gold leaf on the surface of the sea - a sight to behold if you didn't consider the sun's eerie appearance.

"I'd like to hear your advice," Duncan said cautiously to the goat's head, after much deliberation, "I'm a little tired of this aimless voyage, and perhaps ......"

Halfway through his words, a strange "feeling" suddenly came from the bottom of his heart, this feeling came from the connection between him and the "Lost Country", as if some "foreign object" suddenly touched the ship, and then he heard a "thump" from the stern direction, as if something heavy had hit the deck.

Duncan frowned, then drew the flintlock pistol that had been loaded at his waist, and drew the one-handed sword in his other hand, and then ran quickly in the direction from which the voice came.

A moment later, he was on the aft deck, where he was dumbfounded by something lying silently.

It's a gorgeous wooden box like a coffin.

It's that weird doll.

A creepy feeling welled up in Duncan's mind, and he stared at the still wet box as if it would suddenly open on its own in the next second, and then he noticed that the nails around the lid of the wooden box were gone.

It was the nail he had driven before throwing the box into the sea, and it was supposed to be so strong.

After several minutes of vigilant confrontation beside the crate, Duncan finally made up his mind, holding the flintlock pistol in one hand and digging his sword into the crack in the lid of the crate with the other, and then pried it open with force.

The ornate lid creaks open, and the inanimate goth figure still lies quietly inside, surrounded by a red velvet lining, like a sleeping princess.

Duncan stared at the puppet for several seconds, then spoke in a serious tone (he believed he was majestic enough at this moment): "If you are alive, then get up and talk to me." ”

After saying it twice, the doll still didn't move.

Duncan looked at her with a serious expression, and finally said lightly: "Very good, then I can only send you back again." ”

After saying that, he did not hesitate to cover the lid again, and then brought tools to nail the coffin nails criss-crossed on the box, and after knocking the nails, he also found an iron chain, and used the original hook on the box to firmly fix its lid.

After doing all this, Duncan straightened up and clapped his hands with satisfaction, looking at the "coffin" that had been tied up by himself and added a circle of coffin nails, and nodded slightly: "You shouldn't be able to open the coffin this time." ”

With that, he didn't hesitate to kick the box into the sea again.

Duncan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the box fall overboard, and then turned away from the stern of the boat.

But halfway through, he abruptly turned his head and looked again in the direction of the box drifting away.

The wooden crates are still drifting with the tide on the surface of the sea.

Duncan nodded, turned around and walked away, then abruptly turned back.

The box was still floating on the surface of the sea, and it had drifted far, far away.

"Maybe I should put a cannonball or something in there so it can sink......"

Duncan muttered, and then he actually turned around and walked slowly in the direction of the captain's quarters.

"You're a little harsh on that lady." The voice of the goat's head came to his head.

"Shut up - you call a cursed doll 'lady'?"

"It does look like a cursed doll...... But what curse on the Infinite Seas could compare to the Lost Country and the great Captain Duncan? Captain, that lady is actually quite gentle and harmless......"

Duncan: "......"

Why was the goathead so proud when he spoke of the curse and notoriety of the Lost Country and Captain Duncan?

Perhaps sensing Duncan's poor mood in silence, Goathead immediately changed the subject: "Captain, you said you wanted to hear my advice, specifically ......"

"I'll talk about it later, I need to rest for a while—sailing through the Spirit Realm on the Lost Country has drained my energy, so you can be quiet for the rest of the day."

"Yes, Captain."

The goat's head fell silent, and Duncan returned to the captain's quarters, where he came to the nautical table and scanned the chart casually.

In the next second, his gaze suddenly froze.

There seemed to be a subtle change in the chart—the gray-white patches that used to cover the entire drawing, as if they were constantly wriggling like life, seemed to dissipate a little, and the sea around the Lost Land was becoming clearer!

This thing...... Could it be that the information of the surrounding waters is updated in real time as the Lost Land sails?

Duncan immediately came to the nautical table, engrossed in the subtle movements on the chart.

But his concentration was soon interrupted.

Deep in the spirit, the Lost Land once again sent a signal of "contact with a foreign object", and immediately after, Duncan heard a "thump" from the deck behind the captain's room.