Duncan felt his mind spreading throughout the ship, his perception unfurling like a spider's web, every part of the ship seemed to become an extension of his own bodily structure—more smoothly than the last time, more clearly than the last time. This Ghost Ship sailing on the edge of the Dreamscape was revealing all its secrets to him, unreservedly.
His spirit began to sink, from the towering stern deck down to the cabins beneath the deck, to the interlayer where gunpowder and cannonballs were stored, all the way to the storage hold for the anchor chains, to the water cistern... from every wall, to every support pillar, from every rope, to every lantern...
The entire ship was gradually transforming into a detailed "projection" that appeared in his mind.
