Duncan felt that he would probably never forget this image for the rest of his life—a magnificent coffin rising and falling with the waves on the eerie and dangerous sea, and a Gothic puppet driven by a mysterious force stood in the coffin, holding a huge coffin board in both hands, riding the wind and waves......

And it doesn't seem to be very happy.

This was too evil from any point of view, so that for a moment Duncan didn't even know whether to be surprised that the cursed doll was actually moving, or to be shocked by her aura of carrying the coffin board, he only felt that this scene was really contrary to his imagination at the beginning - he had imagined how the other party had returned to the ship several times, but he had never thought about it...... It's a sight.

And in the moment when Duncan was stunned, the puppet had already arrived near the stern of the Lost Country.

Duncan cautiously poked his head out of the observation port to see the doll throw the coffin board into the coffin, and then reached out and grabbed a piece of wood protruding from the stern of the boat, and began to climb up as fast as it could - nimble and swift as if an invisible rope was pulling her upward, and the rather heavy-looking wooden box eerily floated straight out of the sea, floating beside the doll as if it had lost its weight.

Duncan quickly retracted his head before the puppet noticed him.

The puppet, apparently unaware that the captain of the ghost ship had been secretly observing, climbed up to the towering stern of the Lost Land almost in the blink of an eye, rolled over and jumped onto the deck, and then waved her finger in the air to let the coffin floating beside her land firmly at her feet, and then she turned her head around, as if to observe the situation near the deck, and after confirming that there was no one around, she quickly tidied up her already somewhat wet dress, and began to crawl into the coffin with her hands and feet.

Halfway up the climb, he was stopped by a pirate sword that suddenly burst out of the side - followed by the clatter of a flintlock hammer raised.

The puppet's movements instantly stiffened, and she tried to turn her head, only to see a ghost captain wrapped in green flames standing next to her, staring at her coldly, and the voice seemed to come from the depths of the spirit world, "Oh, I got you, puppet." ”

In front of Duncan's eyes, the doll trembled obviously, she seemed to be frightened, and wanted to instinctively dodge to the side, but in a hurry, her movements were a little out of shape, and her upper body shook, and Duncan heard a crisp "click" from the other party's shoulder and neck.

Then her head fell off......

In front of Duncan, a beautiful head fell from the doll's body, and the long silver-white hair spread out in the sea breeze, and rolled down at his feet around the head - the doll's body still maintained a posture of preparing to escape by the coffin, one hand was blankly grasping in mid-air, but the head stared helplessly at Duncan, and its mouth opened and closed: "Help...... Help...... Help ......"

It is no exaggeration to say that Duncan's heart is not beating at this moment - although he is very suspicious that his heart did not exist when he was burned by the ghost flames, but the sight of the doll's head falling still really shocked him, but the burning ghostly flames covered his frightened face at the moment, and his momentary hesitation under the shock was treated by the puppet as some kind of indifference, so that the puppet lady did not notice that the terrible Captain Duncan seemed to be more nervous than herself, but repeated vigorously: " Help...... Help...... The head...... Dropped ......"

Duncan finally reacted, he soothed his little heart that was now in his imagination, tried his best to control his movements and voice, and observed the puppet for a moment with the utmost calmness and composure, confirming that the "cursed puppet" looked ...... despite all its strange features Compared to her own strange nature, she seems to be more afraid of her own "ghost captain".

This fact became clear in an instant, and Duncan realized that he had to maintain this calm.

He didn't know the world yet, let alone the cursed puppet, and until he was able to take full control of the situation, the identity of "Captain Duncan" was his greatest reliance on to ensure safety.

On the other hand, he can't leave the puppet in front of him alone - although things don't quite turn out as he expected at the beginning, judging from the results, the puppet can communicate with him after all.

He put away the flintlock pistol and continued to hold the sword in his hand with the other hand - at close range, a flintlock pistol with only one chance to shoot was obviously less reliable than a sword, not to mention that the marksmanship he had practiced in a hurry was far from turning him into a skilled gunner, and then he grabbed the puppet's head that had fallen to the ground with his free hand.

It felt very weird, and even though he knew that the other party was just a cursed puppet, the feeling of reaching out and grabbing a "head" still made Duncan mumble a little in his heart, and the slight temperature that came from the skull immediately made him almost feel the urge to throw it out.

It's so wicked and weird.

But he finally restrained the strange feeling in his heart, and calmly looked at the head: "Can I help you put it back?" ”

"Self-...... Self...... Self-......"

"Okay, you can do it yourself." Duncan nodded, and casually handed the head to the puppet's hand, which was clutching in mid-air.

Then he saw that the hands were very skilful and dexterous in catching his skull, and he straightened the silver hair that had fallen out of order, and adjusted the angle again, and put the head towards his neck—with a crisp click, the spherical joints were tightly shut.

The whole process went smoothly, and obviously not the first time I had done this.

Immediately after that, the puppet's somewhat stiff face quickly became smart, she blinked, and let out a long breath: "Whew...... Came to life. ”

Duncan: "......"

No matter from which angle, he felt that he should complain, but after thinking about his "Captain Duncan" character and the unknown details of the puppet in front of him, he finally just nodded to the puppet expressionlessly: "Very good, now you come with me - you have come to my ship again and again, we have to talk." ”

As he spoke, he dissipated the ghostly flames that swirled around his body and returned to his original form.

Actively transformed into a "spirit form", this is the power he has mastered since holding the steering wheel of the Lost Country, but after all, this is something that he came into contact with in a hurry, and he is far from being proficient now, let alone having any "use" of this power, except that it can be used to drive a boat, he doesn't even know what other functions this thing has - it was just released just now, in fact, it was just to create a strong image in front of the weird cursed puppet, and by the way, to give himself a strong momentum.

Now that the image has been established and the puppet is very cooperative, there is no need to continue to maintain the flame and consume energy.

The cursed doll obediently stood up from the coffin, and then was amazed to see Duncan return to his human form, and she was dumbfounded: "You...... You're not a ghost? ”

Duncan glanced at her lightly: "When necessary, it can be." ”

The puppet raised a hand to support its head, and there seemed to be some awe in its eyes.

Duncan didn't know what the guy was in awe, but he could tell that her head still didn't seem to be very solid—maybe she was almost scared out of it just now.

He turned and walked in the direction of the captain's quarters, and through real-time contact with the Lost Land, he could feel that the puppet had followed after a brief hesitation for a second or two.

As expected, the ornate and strange "coffin" also floated tightly behind the doll, and she seemed to carry it with her wherever she went.

Moments later, Duncan arrived in the captain's chamber with the cursed doll.

Under the ghostly gaze of the carved goat's head, Captain Ghost and the Cursed Doll sat across the nautical table, Duncan sat in his dark chair, and Miss Doll across from him used the coffin-like wooden box as a chair, and sat gracefully and dignified on the wooden box.

She was indeed elegant and dignified, and when she sat down and kept quiet, when she sat on a wooden box with her silver hair scattered and dressed in a long Gothic dress, she was dignified and beautiful as if she were a work of art that should be in the palace and guarded by the guards.

It's a pity that as soon as Duncan sees her, he will think of the process of this young lady riding the wind and waves and acting separately......

He sighed, regained his indifferent and majestic appearance, and looked into the puppet lady's eyes: "Name? ”

"Alice."

"Race?"

"Dolls."

"Occupation?"

"Doll...... Why do you ask all this? ”

Duncan thought for a moment: "Do some basic understanding. ”