The atmosphere on the deck was awkward for a moment, and an indescribable silence hung between Vana and Tirien, the latter of whom had not yet dissipated the look of shock on his face, but the former had already covered his head with his hand.

The silence was finally broken by a voice not far away, and a few meters away, Shirley poked Nina with her elbow: "Look, I'll just say that the first sentence must be this - you owe me two ice cream balls." ”

"Okay, okay, you've guessed," Nina muttered, "two is two...... When the frost arrives, it will be supplied. ”

Shirley's eyes suddenly widened: "I'm not a fool!" Nibbling on ice cream at minus tens of degrees? Let's talk about it back to Purland! ”

Tirion blinked, and then he noticed the other people on the deck, and the atmosphere was subtly different from what he had imagined, and he saw first the girl named Shirley, who had a relationship, then the hidden hound who was lazily basking in the sun at the other person's feet, and then another girl who looked sixteen or seventeen years old, and an old gentleman with gray hair and an elegant temperament.

All were smiling.

Behind these men were the deck, the ship's side, mast and sails.

The yellowed and shattered images of his childhood, the memories of the brother and sister playing around, all the pleasant and unpleasant impressions, seemed to emerge little by little from some dim and lost cave, and gradually regained their color in the sunlight that shone through the mist.

There were a few new faces, but it was the ship he remembered—not the eerie, dilapidated, chaotic and twisted ghost ship he had imagined at first.

At least, it still looks so familiar on deck.

Tirion knew that he was in a daze, and he knew that he should say something at this time, but he couldn't stop the thoughts in his heart from spreading, he knew that he had this kind of daze problem since he was a child, and every time he was in a daze on the deck, his father would always come out of nowhere and count behind him-

"Tirien, what are you doing here?"

The pirate captain visibly shuddered for a moment, and the momentary confusion between memory and reality even caused his mind to freeze for two or three seconds, before he hesitated to turn around and see a tall and majestic figure standing behind him.

It is not a phantom that emerges in the mirror, it is not a vague outline seen through the distant sea and artillery fire, it is a face to face......

"I'm sorry, father," Tirion subconsciously began, "I'm a little distracted. ”

Duncan frowned.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always felt that Tirion's state at this moment was very subtle, very different from the impression left by the previous contacts, but there was a vague sense of familiarity, but he soon felt relieved.

After all, this is the first face-to-face conversation after a hundred years of absence, and it is the first time to return to this ship, and it is normal for the other party to have this kind of reaction.

At the same time, Vanna, who had been silent for a long time due to embarrassment, finally spoke: "Captain Tirien, it is necessary to explain who I am here—first of all, the situation is not what you think, I came to the Lost Country because of the assignment of the church......"

"Church assignment?" Tyrion was even more stunned than before, and then suddenly turned to look at his father, "You ......"

"I didn't knock down the church—watch your train of thought, Tirien," Duncan interrupted without waiting for the other to say what he was thinking, "do you need me to repeat it?" I am not an enemy of the civilized world now, and you should be more open to me than to be wary of a scourge that could wreak havoc at any moment. ”

Tyrion: "I...... I'm sorry. ”

"I accept your apology—talk as you go," Duncan waved his hand and strode to the aft of deck, "as to why Miss Vanna is here, and the Obsidian, and that Dagger Island—we have a lot to talk about. ”

Then he turned around and waved his hand to a few guys who were watching the excitement not far away: "Irrelevant people are busy with themselves, don't join in the fun here." ”

Somewhat confused, Tirion followed Duncan in the direction of the captain's quarters in his memory, while Vanna walked silently on the other side.

The images in the memories and the scenes in front of them are separated and combined, sometimes overlapping, and sometimes giving rise to a clear sense of dissonance.

Returning to the Lost Again, everything seems to have deviated from the trajectory and expectations from the beginning.

Tirion subconsciously looked around, observing the ship, looking for things that corroborated his memories and for something that theoretically should have been here.

Duncan, of course, noticed the other party's little action: "Are you looking for Alice?" ”

Tirion was stunned for a moment before he remembered that it was the name of the puppet lady - he always thought that the other person was still called "Ray Nora": "Ah, yes, is she on the boat?" ”

"Yes, but she's probably busy in the kitchen at this time," Duncan nodded, "Alice is in charge of the ship's food, and you can try her hand at it today—we have fresh vegetables and freshly caught fish, which are rare on a normal ocean-going ship." ”

"Food ......" Tirion subconsciously repeated the word, almost saying the sentence "Father even eats human food", and in the next second, a series of exclamations and panicked footsteps suddenly came from not far away, interrupting his distraction.

"Help, help—"

That's Alice's exclamation.

Tyrion followed the sound in astonishment to see the goth doll running across the deck not far away, with a kitchen knife in hand, followed by a jumping barrel full of carrots and greens.

Duncan watched with a blank face as Alice ran around the deck, watched Nina and Shirley run to help in an unsuccessful attempt, and finally turned into a trio and a dog running around on the deck being chased by a bucket of vegetables, and turned around and patted Tirian on the shoulder.

"Sometimes, it's a bit more lively here."

Tirien looked back blankly, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice: "...... Is the food on board a little too fresh? ”

"It's because of the bucket – it has its own ideas about storing vegetables, so it often clashes with Alice."

"Don't you need help?"

"No, Alice has a heart."

"But I think she looks like she's asking you for help......"

"It's okay, I'm relieved."

Tirion's expression seemed to be a little stiff, even the pirate leader who commanded an entire undead fleet seemed to be a little unable to keep up with the daily rhythm of the Lost Land at the moment.

Duncan wasn't surprised, he just patted Tirion on the shoulder, "You have to learn to adapt - if I helped every time Alice called for help, I wouldn't have to do anything every day." It turns out that her own adaptability and vitality are actually quite tenacious. ”

Tirion wanted to say something, but the captain's room had arrived.

Of all his childhood and adult memories, this is the place that impresses him the most on the entire ship.

As a child, his father's captain's quarters were a mysterious and slightly scary room, and he and Lucrecia could mess around in most parts of the ship, but they were strictly forbidden to set foot in it, and even the best talkative sailor on the ship would mercilessly block the siblings at the door.

As an adult, my father's captain's room was a stressful place that had to be kept serious, and even after becoming captains of the Sea Mist and the Bright Star, respectively, Tirion and Lucretia were instinctively nervous when they stepped into it—it was here that my father made all the great plans for exploration, marked the nautical charts with the newly discovered islands and visions of the Lost Fleet, and planned and dispatched the entire fleet here, while most of the time, he and his sister were only responsible for listening to and carrying out orders.

My father didn't like the advice of others, and he was remembered as an assertive and stubborn person.

The door opened, and the interior, which was slightly dim compared to the deck, came into Tyrion's eyes.

In the next second, his gaze fell on the edge of the sailing table, on the head of the dark and eerie goat.

The head of a black goat with the texture of wood creaked around, and a pair of hollow, deep obsidian eyes stared intently at the visitor who stepped into the place.

"Hello, first meeting, Mr. Tirien."

Tirien was taken aback and subconsciously turned his head: "This is ......"

"This is the first mate on the Lost Country, and it can be trusted," Duncan introduced, "and you can just call it Goathead." ”

"First mate?" Tirien blinked, then looked back at the strange "wood carving", and with the strangeness in his heart, he accepted his father's statement and tentatively greeted the other, "Hello, goathead...... Mr? ”

The goat's head shook its neck, as if it was about to say something, but in the next second, Duncan had already interrupted in advance: "Shut up, be quiet while we talk." ”

Tirion gave Duncan a stunned look.

"When talking to it, be sure to be familiar with the pre-interruption operation – don't let it speak unbridledly, that's my advice."

Listening to his father's admonition, the expression on Tirion's face quickly became serious.

For the mighty "Captain Duncan" to be so serious and cautious, this goat's head seems as strange and dangerous as it looks.

Naturally, Tirion considered the goat's head to be some kind of extremely dangerous "anomaly", and silencing it was clearly a requirement of the anomaly's sealing......

(End of chapter)