That "coffin" is back.

On the aft deck of the Lost Homeland, Duncan looked blankly at the ornate wooden box lying quietly in front of him, and the drops of water on the edge of the wooden box fell at his feet, confirming that his memory of throwing the wooden box into the sea was not false, and that this thing was indeed floating in the sea not long ago.

Such a strange situation is enough to send chills through people's hearts, but for some reason, Duncan's mood at the moment is calmer than he imagined.

Perhaps it was because he was on this already strange ghost ship, maybe it was because he had recently experienced a thrilling "spiritual drift" and ship collision, or maybe it was because he had been dealing with an equally strange goat's head for several days, Duncan seemed to have some immunity to the bizarre and strange supernatural phenomena in this world.

In fact, as early as the last time he threw this "cursed doll" into the sea, he vaguely guessed that things would not end so simply.

He lowered his head, unsurprisingly to find that the nails and chains that had been nailed around the coffin were gone, and then he bent down and used his pirate sword to pry the lid of the coffin open again.

The ornate goth figure still lies quietly in the center of the red velvet lining, with folded hands, serene and elegant.

But this time, Duncan clearly noticed that the corners of the other party's skirt seemed to be wet with seawater—a slight smell of sea came from the inside of the coffin lid.

So far, this strange puppet doesn't seem to have any other outrageous or dangerous actions other than going and returning again and again, but just "going and returning" is already a standard attribute of "cursed items".

Duncan looked at the puppet expressionlessly for a moment, then suddenly broke the silence with a smirk: "I suddenly want to satisfy my curiosity......"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked to the entrance of the cabin, which was not far away, and left the puppet on the deck with some relief.

- Personally, he was wary of the doll and didn't want to keep it with him, but based on his knowledge of the Lost and the goat's head, he knew that it wouldn't be too much of a problem to put the doll on deck for the time being, and even if she broke out, the many "living creatures" on the ship would be enough to deal with it.

And he had to do some "preparations" during this time.

Duncan crossed the aft deck, opened the wooden door to the lower deck, and stepped on the wooden staircase that had been unknown for many years, and made his way to the cabin below deck, which belonged to the "upper cabin" in the cabin, where the guns were housed—the old front-loading guns lay quietly on either side of the cabin, the mildew-blackened planks covered the nearby firing ports, and the black powder kegs and solid iron ball-like shells were stacked between the gun emplacements, which looked as if they had been piled up for a century.

Duncan's gaze swept over these things that seemed quite old at a glance, and suddenly thought of one thing in his heart-

On this ship, he did not see a second "human" figure besides himself, so these artillery ...... And who's manipulating?

Could it be that just like the Lost Country itself, these guns will be self-loading and self-firing at that time?

And what about the freshwater tank on the ship? Also replenishing yourself? What about the damaged places? Also self-healing? Or rather...... Does the ship really have a concept of "damage"?

The questions in my heart popped up one by one, but I couldn't think of how to explain them.

Duncan was well aware that he still knew too little about the ship, and although he had explored it to a certain extent in the past few days, he had only a general understanding of its superstructure, and those deeper areas were far more bizarre and fearsome than the upper ones, and he had been hoping to leave his "bachelor apartment" and return to the normal world on Earth, and had not focused on the Lost Land, which caused him to not have much motivation to act "here".

But now, he suddenly had a greater curiosity about the ship, or rather...... There is a greater sense of "control".

This is his ship, and he should have learned about the "Lost Country".

This may also be the change that occurred after holding the steering wheel.

Duncan shook his head, keeping his plans for the rest of the exploration in mind for a moment, and then made his way to the place where the shells were stacked......

Moments later, Duncan returned to the aft deck with several cast-iron cannonballs in his arms, just as he had imagined - the cursed doll in the coffin was still honestly lying in the wooden box.

"Did she just do anything?"

"Not at all," came the goat's voice, which seemed to have been held back for too long, and crackled as soon as it spoke, "this lady is as quiet as she is, and you should trust my judgment, she is gentle and harmless to you, and since she has returned to the ship repeatedly, it may indicate that there is some connection between her and her coffin and the Lost Land, which a great gardener once ......"

"Shut up."

"Oh."

Duncan stared blankly at the puppet in the coffin.

I don't know if she's really incapable of moving, or if she's still pretending to be asleep - Duncan doesn't care about that anyway.

He's going to satisfy his curiosity.

Cast iron shells like solid iron balls were extraordinarily heavy, and when executing a traitor on board, a single such shell was enough to kill even the most seasoned sailor.

Duncan put four in the coffin—then returned to the cabin and moved the other four.

Eight cannonballs filled almost all the remaining space in the wooden box, and the gorgeous and elegant Gothic figure was now surrounded by a circle of cannonballs, and it looked ...... Martial arts are very abundant.

Elegance is not so elegant, the evil door is really the evil door.

Duncan sealed the lid of the coffin again, and then pushed the wooden box to the edge of the deck with considerable effort, which was not easy to accomplish with his current physical strength.

Finally, he flew up and kicked the coffin into the sea.

The sound of heavy falling water was heard, and the ornate wooden box went straight into the water and sank straight away.

Duncan still stood quietly at the edge of the deck, staring at where the crate had fallen into the water, not moving for a long time.

The voice of the goat's head came into his head: "Captain, have you repented?" If you're sorry to drop the loot, the Lost can try to get the box up again with an anchor, and while this isn't the right way to use an anchor, the anchor says it can be tried......"

"Shut up."

"But I see you've been standing at the edge of the deck for a long time......"

"Shut up."

"Oh."

Duncan exhaled softly.

In front of the dog-legged goat's head, he couldn't admit that his toes hurt.

So he sat on deck for several minutes, trying to maintain the solemnity of a dignified captain, until at last he was a little skeptical that he looked like a stone of hope before he finally relented, and returned unhurriedly to the upper cabin below.

After waiting quietly for a few more minutes, estimating that the time was almost up, Duncan suddenly walked to the aft area of the upper deck, and opened the observation window between the two aft guns, and watched intently at the movement on the sea.

The goat's head was quiet for a long time, and then he couldn't help it: "Captain, you are ......?"

Duncan stared at the sea intently and replied without looking up, "I'm curious how that 'cursed doll' came back." ”

"Uh...... Because she's a cursed doll? ”

“…… I appreciate your incomprehensible attitude, but I think there must have been some sort of process for her to return to the ship, even if it was a cursed doll. She wanted to pretend that she was 'dead', but she came back to the ship again and again, and I think there must be a reason for this, and the other party must have the ability to communicate...... But she refuses to communicate now, so I can only find a way to grasp the pattern of her actions and forcibly establish communication with that guy. ”

Listening to Duncan's explanation, the goathead was silent for two seconds, and suddenly asked tentatively, "Captain, you seem to be ...... Suddenly in the mood? Ah, that's a good sign! You've not been in a good mood since you last woke up, and you seem to have lost interest in many things, and your loyal first and second mate is ......"

"Shut up."

"Oh."

After the goat's head had quieted down, Duncan was still watching the movement on the sea, and in his sight, there was only a calm in the sea towards the stern of the boat.

That "coffin" seems to have really sunk into the deep sea and no longer appear.

But with the experience of the previous two times, Duncan was extra patient this time, he silently calculated the time, silently waited, silently observed, and let the time flow.

He didn't seem to notice that he was actively waiting for the puppet to reappear.

Then, a small black shadow really appeared in his field of vision.

In the midst of a wave of undulations, the dark shadow rushed into Duncan's eyes, it was a beautiful wooden box, like a lonely boat in the wind and waves, breaking through the sea, and the beautiful goth doll was standing in the wooden box, holding her ornate coffin lid in an imposing pose, and paddling forward in the wind and waves.

A goth doll standing in a coffin waving a coffin lid to ride the waves.

Elegance is not very elegant, the evil door is really TM more evil than eight cannonballs.

Duncan was shocked.

(Oh yes!) ）