"Alice! Keep track of your head!"
The beautiful morning on the Homeloss began with the captain's full-throated shout from the deck.
Duncan stood outside the captain's quarters, pointing at a doll's head hanging from a beam nearby. After the corner of his eye twitched for ages, he finally saw a doll's body in a dark purple gothic dress get up hurriedly and take down the swaying head.
With a crisp "pop," Miss Doll fitted her head back on and trotted over with a chuckle, "Hehe..."
"What's with the 'hehe'? What are you doing hanging your head outside my door this early in the morning?" Duncan glared at this curse doll, which engaged in antics every other day. Truth be told, anyone would be startled to see a head dangling in the breeze first thing in the morning. It was fortunate he'd been on this ship long enough for his nerves to have toughened up, otherwise he might have fainted, "Don't tell me you were keeping watch—there are pigeons for that!"
