Duncan, who was just walking into the captain's cabin, suddenly stopped and turned his head to glance behind him.
There seemed to be some activity in the direction of the Homeloss's bow deck. That subtle perception coming from the Homeloss suggested that the noise was caused by Sherry and the dog.
But there was no problem there.
"So much trouble just to do an assignment," Duncan muttered to himself, shaking his head as he stepped towards the sea chart.
The goat's head at the helm immediately emitted a squeaking, creaking sound of wood friction. It turned to look at Duncan, and its pitch-black obsidian eyes seemed to brighten up, "Ah! The great Captain Duncan has come to his loyal first mate's side—Your catch today..."
"No fish today," Duncan glanced at the goat's head, "with the activities of the Frost before, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch any fish here for some time."
