Seriously, Duncan suddenly found that when the pigeon on his shoulder spoke, it was difficult for him to take a calm step, even if he had a nerve thicker than the pillar.

At this moment, he wished he could have a parrot on his shoulder like a normal pirate captain - what if he couldn't be a monkey?

But he had already pushed open the door to the chart room, and it was impossible to turn around and go back at this point.

In the room where the sailing table was kept, the goathead was happily chattering about the twelfth legend of the sea fish stew, when the sound of the captain's bedroom opening the door finally interrupted the noisy fellow, and his dark wooden head immediately turned in Duncan's direction, and his tone rose with great pleasure: "Ah, captain! You're finally out - I'll tell you that Miss Alice is such a wonderful person to talk to, and I haven't had such a good conversation in years, you know......"

Duncan ignored the goat's loud urging, and instead looked at the victim across the table for the first time, and then saw the headless puppet sitting upright in a chair, holding its head in its hands, and pressing its ears at the same time.

Even so, Alice's eyes were still as if she had taken twelve advanced math lessons in a row, and Duncan didn't even react when he walked up to her.

Duncan: "......"

"She plucked her head off herself," the goat head explained without waiting for Duncan to speak, "though I don't know why she did it......

How powerful is the goat's head babbling that it can force a cursed puppet to pull its head off to fight the sound waves?!

While Duncan was shocked in his heart, the goat's head who said hi finally noticed a strange guy brought out by the captain, his wooden head turned slightly, and his dark eyes suddenly stared at the pigeon on Duncan's shoulder: "Huh? Captain, this is ...... on your shoulders"

"It's called Aya, and it's my pet from now on." Duncan said succinctly, using as few sentences as possible to avoid possible loopholes, while observing how the goathead reacted when he heard this.

"Your pet?" The goat's head was visibly stunned for a moment, and then it seemed to make up something in his own mind, "Ah, the Lost Country did sense that you were leaving the ship for a while...... Are you going on a spiritual walk? It's the loot you brought back from your walk in the spirit realm."

Spiritual walking?

A word that he had never heard before suddenly popped up, and Duncan thought of the brass compass placed in the captain's bedroom, the handwriting left by the real Captain Duncan, and the wonderful experience of the soul shuttling and projecting into the distance. ”

Duncan's voice fell, and the goat's head suddenly complimented in anticipation: "Ah! True to the great Captain Duncan, even a simple spiritual walk can bring back spoils of war - is this a pigeon? To be your pet, what must be extraordinary? You even hung your compass on it? Is this ...... Ah, of course, you're always right, but what's so special about this pigeon? Isn't it ......?"

Duncan heard something euphemistic from the goathead's compliment, and his heart moved to realize that the goathead apparently knew the brass compass that was now hanging from Say's chest, and that it was obviously very important to the real Captain Duncan—so important that it should not be placed casually on a new "pet".

But even if he sensed something wrong, he couldn't do anything, because the compass was now "tied" to the pigeon, and even ...... According to the feedback from the control of the spirit fire, it seems that the pigeon is the body of the compass at this moment!

Duncan thought quickly in his heart, but he still maintained an unwavering expression on his face, and it was such a stunned effort, Ey, who was honestly squatting on his shoulder, suddenly let out a loud cooing sound, and then flapped his wings and flew in front of the goat's head.

The goat's dark eyes instantly stared at the pigeon, and the latter tilted his head and pecked the goat's face with his beak: "Do you want to charge Q coins?" ”

Duncan: "......"

"A psychic anomaly?!" The goat's head was also obviously stunned, but then reacted, and his tone was extremely surprised, "This pigeon can actually talk?!" ”

Duncan immediately reminded him euphemistically: "You can also talk." ”

The pigeon Ay also paced two steps on the table, muttering to himself as she walked away: "Like words, like words......

Duncan rubbed his fingertips at this, and with the sudden leap of green flames, the dove pacing on the table disappeared into thin air in the blink of an eye, and returned to his shoulder in the next moment.

"Yes, it's a psychic anomaly, and it's under my direct control," Duncan nodded to the goat's head, "Any more questions?" ”

The goat's head hurriedly replied, "Ah...... Of course not, of course not, so there would be no problem at all - everything was in the hands of the great Captain Duncan. ”

Duncan stopped talking about the goat's head, and after quickly ending the topic, he focused on Alice, who was still holding her head in a daze - maybe it was the previous open-minded experience that further strengthened his nerves, or maybe he got used to it after watching it a few times, and he didn't feel too evil when he looked at Alice holding her head in a daze...... Lovely.

He reached out and patted Miss Doll on the shoulder: "Wake up, wake up." ”

Alice's body suddenly stirred, as if she had been awakened from a long nightmare, and then the head she held in her hand opened and closed its mouth: "Boat...... Boat...... Ship ......"

Duncan: "You plug your head in first." ”

Alice reacted at this time, and hurriedly put her head back in place, and after a click of the joints closed, her voice finally returned to smoothness: "Ah, Captain, are you back?" It seems to have happened just now...... Mr. Goathead is finished? ”

The goat's head on the table immediately spoke: "No, we just talked about some legends about sea fish stew, this topic can be ...... next time"

Duncan was succinct: "Shut up. ”

"Oh."

Alice, on the side, trembled very obviously the moment the goat's head spoke, and a cursed puppet had a terrifying expression on his face, even if the goat's head honestly closed its mouth under the captain's order in the next second, she still glanced in the direction of the sailing table with palpitations.

Duncan suspected that the puppet lady would not set foot in the captain's room for a long time to come.

Thinking of this, he finally asked curiously: "You came to me, what's the matter?" ”

"I'm ......" Alice's expression was a little glazed, as if her initial goal of visiting the captain's room had been forgotten with a conversation with the goat's head, but after a few seconds she reacted, "Oh yes, I just wanted to ask, is there a place on the ship where I can take a bath?" My wooden box was in the sea water before, and now I feel a little ...... in my joints Not very comfortable. ”

At the end of the day, Miss Doll had an obviously embarrassed look on her face, but it was Duncan who was more embarrassed than she was - after all, her box had been thrown off the ship by Duncan before.

And threw it several times.

The embarrassment flashed in his heart, and Duncan tried to keep the expression on his face unchanged, and his tone was flat: "Just for this?" ”

Alice sat down in her chair stiffly: "Just ...... That's it. ”

"For many ocean-going vessels, fresh water is an extremely precious resource, and bathing is a luxury and requires restraint," Duncan said solemnly, but then suddenly smiled, "but you're lucky, the Lost is no ordinary ship, and fresh water is not a problem here." Come with me, there is a bathing place in the cabin below the middle deck, and to get there you have to go through the upper deck. ”

Alice immediately stood up—she really didn't want to stay for a second in the place where the goat's head was kept.

Duncan glanced back at the goat's head before leaving the room: "You continue to take the helm." ”

After he had finished speaking, he got up and pushed open the door to the captain's room and led Alice to the deck.

At this moment, the night is already falling.

The night sky is clear on the boundless sea.

It was the first time Duncan had stood under the clear night sky of this world after days of cloudiness.

He stopped abruptly, looked up at the sky, and stared motionless at the night.

The night sky was dark and starless, and no celestial bodies existed.

The only thing that could be seen was a faint gray-white "rift" that seemed to tear the entire sky, the crack stretched across the sky, and its edge extended like flesh and blood blooming into a fine crack, and a dull gray-white halo slowly escaped from the crack, like a pool of blood in a pool of deep water.

This "pale scar" across the sky illuminated the entire infinite sea, more than twice as bright as the moonlight in Duncan's memory.