This breakfast tastes like chewing wax – and it tastes worse than wax.

At the end of a not very satisfying breakfast, Duncan's mood did not improve in the slightest as his stomach was full, but he became a little irritated by some information that Goathead had inadvertently mentioned that had aroused a mess of conjectures.

He looked at the pigeon Aye, who was strolling around the nearby shelf, and felt that the crankiness in his mind was getting more and more outrageous.

He has always believed that this pigeon full of "earth dialect" was born because he has the soul of an earthling, and believes that when he was walking in the spirit world, the individual "Zhou Ming" reacted with the brass compass, thus giving birth to a strange bird like Aid.

But if ...... Is this really not the case?

What if, as the goat's head says, the pigeon is nothing more than some kind of apparition that runs out of "deeper" places, and then condenses into form right next to itself?

Then the "earth words" that Ay popped up from time to time had nothing to do with the memories of "Zhou Ming", but became a projection of a certain period of history recorded in the world itself......

The possibility behind this upset Duncan.

Alice stood up, her voice interrupting Duncan's thoughts, "Do you need me to wash the dishes?" ”

Duncan glanced at Miss Doll in some surprise, and the latter scratched her hair in embarrassment: "I think that since I am already on the boat, I should always find something to do, otherwise I will look like a bastard ......"

"But you don't eat at all," Duncan reminded her, "but it's good that you have the heart to do this—take the plate to the water room, consult with the pool, and wash it if it doesn't mind." ”

After saying this, he stood up without waiting for Alice's answer, and said casually as he walked to the door of the captain's room: "I'll go and inspect the deck, don't disturb me if there's nothing to do." ”

The pigeon, which was walking on the shelf, immediately fluttered onto Duncan's shoulder, and left the room with Duncan, leaving Alice at the sailing table with the goat's head and staring at each other.

"Is the captain in a bad mood?" After a moment's hesitation, Alice cautiously asked the goat's head.

Goat's head said in a deep tone: "The captain's mood is like the weather of the endless sea, don't speculate, just accept it." ”

Alice didn't wait for the goat's head to speak, and then quickly asked, "By the way, the captain just said that I should discuss it with the pool...... How can we discuss it? ”

"Simple, you go to do the laundry, and if you get splashed with water, it means that the sink doesn't like you – do you do the dishes? If not, I have some theoretical experience......"

Before the goat's head could finish speaking, he saw Alice quickly put away the dishes on the table, and then shouted while rushing to the door: "No need, I will learn, thank you, Mr. Goathead, goodbye!" ”

The captain's room fell silent for a moment, leaving only the swarthy goat's head on the table, staring with empty eyes in the direction in which everyone had left.

After a long time, a sigh came from the sailing table: "How good I want to have legs......"

Then it looked back at the charts.

The fog around the Lost still dissipates unhurriedly, and the captain's task of steering it still needs to be completed.

Under precise control, the large, "alive" ghost ship sensitively adjusted the angles of its sails and began to sail on the endless sea, while the goat's head hummed a song that had been handed down for some time—a rough and hoarse, noise-like "hum" echoing in the captain's room:

"The sails were hoisted, the sails were hoisted, and the sailors who had left home continued on;

"In the wind and waves, in the noise, we are only a layer of wood from death;

"Put away the hornsails, open the mainsails, let go of the cables, and hold on to the side of the ship! We have come to the middle of the sea!

"Be farther away from the fish, farther away from the fish, and the sailors will cross the course where the offspring are entrenched;

"Stay away from the fish, stay away from the fish! We're going to get to the shore safely—the spirits and the stove are ahead......"

Duncan circled around the storage where supplies were kept, then around the galley, and finally returned to the middle deck of the Lost Country.

No matter how much he rummaged, he couldn't find anything more palatable on this ship than jerky and cheese.

The good news was that he didn't have to eat maggot-infused biscuits like the sail-age sailors on Earth, and the bad news was that there weren't even maggot-infused biscuits on the ship.

He put aside his previous thoughts for a moment, and led a quiet Aye to the edge of the deck.

Looking at the endless sea, he kept thinking in his heart:

“…… In any case, find a way to replenish the necessities of life on the Lost Land...... I can't pay much attention to the quality of life on the ghost ship, but I can't really live like a ghost after all......

"Alice may need a change of clothes, there is no dress for her on this ship.

"Contacts with the city-states on land must be established as soon as possible...... The Lost has been adrift at sea for too many years, and the city-state on land may have grown to a level that even the goat's head could not have predicted during this time, and from what I saw in that sewer before, at least the city-state of Purland was a powerful and advanced city, and the revolvers carried by those cultists also illustrated the technological development of human society......

"The ancient ghost ship is not necessarily so invincible in the face of a civilized society that has developed for a century, and the remnant of the Lost Country is still there, but it will be difficult to deal with it if only the remnant is left......"

Duncan glanced at Ay over his shoulder.

Maybe...... Recharge your energy today, and it's time to try the next "spiritual walk".

"Goo-goo?"

Ay tilted her head, and finally came out with something that a normal pigeon should do.

Duncan couldn't help but laugh, and just then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a flash of light on the surface of the sea nearby.

Caught by the movement, he subconsciously glanced overboard a few more times, and then noticed that something did seem to be swimming beneath the surface of the water nearby.

After a moment's hesitation, Duncan slapped himself on the head.

"Hey! My reaction...... It's on the sea! Aren't there fish in the sea? ”

The sudden appearance of "possibility" made Duncan's mood suddenly improve, and he realized that establishing contact with the land and providing a steady supply of supplies to the Lost Land was not something that could be done overnight, but couldn't the vast expanse of the sea itself help something?

There are fish in the sea - and he's had enough of jerky and cheese on the ghost ship!

Duncan's enthusiasm was aroused, and he remembered that there were heavy rods for sea fishing in a warehouse below deck, and that there were also places on the side of the deck to hold the rods, as for the bait...... I wonder if those jerky and cheese will work?

In this way, the cursed puppet washes the dishes in the water room, the talking goat's head concentrates on sailing, and the captain of the Lost Land is busy between the deck and the cabin.

Duncan quickly found what he was looking for, and he returned to the deck with three heavy rods and "bait" together, and rather unfamiliarly fastened them to the edge of the boat, and after loading and casting the rod, he carried an empty bucket from nearby to serve as a chair while waiting.

Duncan didn't really have any experience in sea fishing - all his fishing experience was limited to ponds and a small river in his hometown, and he didn't know if he could actually catch fish on a whim, but he was idle anyway, what if?

It should be used as a recuperation before the next spiritual walk, and by the way, it can also keep an expectation for future food improvements.

Duncan sat down between a few fishing rods, and after a long wait, his mood calmed down a little.

The sea conditions were calm today, and the sky was a little cloudy, but there were no signs of a storm.

Duncan sat on the barrel, his back against a winch that held the cable in place, his eyes narrowed slightly as the hull swayed slightly.

At some point, he fell into a half-asleep state.

He dreamed that he was stepping barefoot on a calm sea, the water was blue, and the sun was warm.

The familiar and "normal" sun in my memory hangs high in the sky, bright, but not scorching.

He heard the sound of splashing water, and followed the sound, only to see a fish suddenly jump out of the calm water nearby.

It was a school of small golden fish, the size of a palm, spitting bubbles in the air and wagging their tails as if they were swimming in water, slowly circling Duncan.

The fish swimming in the air leaned over little by little, and Zhou Ming looked at them curiously, looking at their bulging eyes, looking at their fine scales, looking at their mouths that closed one by one, and the fine lines that fluttered slightly behind them, like water waves.

Zhou Ming suddenly felt that these fish were very beautiful, and ......

It's fragrant.

It must be very, very fragrant.