The hard black face of the wooden goat head stared at Duncan sitting behind the sailing table. The eyes made of obsidian seemed to be flowing with strange light-in fact, this thing had no ability to produce expression at all, but Duncan clearly read some kind of expectation from the other side's wooden face. In fact, this was not the first time goat head urged him to "set sail". Every time he came here, goat head would urge him like this. He even felt that the ship was constantly urging himself to end the blind sea rafting as soon as possible and set sail to return to the right path as soon as possible. However, Duncan was silent. Now his natural face was covered with clouds. In meditation and silence, he clearly realized two problems:
First, he was the only one on the whole ship, and the scale of the ship was extremely large-as a sail-powered ship, the total length of the ship called "Lost Township" was roughly estimated to be at least 150 to 200 meters away from Duncan, and to control such a huge object, there must be at least dozens or even hundreds of experienced sailors. How can he drive alone?
Secondly, after removing the above professional factors, there is another key problem blocking his voyage-he will not sail.
Duncan was a little anxious. He tried to assume what would happen if he asked the strange and noisy goat head in front of him about the ship driving skills, assuming that he was more anxious.
However, goat head didn't know what his captain was thinking. He just asked, "captain, do you have any concerns? If you are worried about the situation of the lost village, you can rest assured that the lost village is always ready to sail with you to the end of the world, or are you worried that it is not good to sail today? I have a slight way of divination. I don't know which kind of divination do you believe? Sky elephant, incense and Crystal are OK. When it comes to Crystal, do you still remember..."
Duncan tried hard to stretch his muscles on his face, while holding back the impulse to fight with the goat head in front of him, he said in a deep voice: "I'll go to the deck first to observe the situation-you stay here quietly."
"Please follow your wishes-but I must remind you that the lost village has been drifting blindly for too long. You must take charge of it as soon as possible to return the voyage to the right path..."
Goat head said, then with the sound of wood friction, it finally returned to the original posture.
Duncan instantly felt that the whole world had stopped.
He relaxed gently, and his resonance gradually calmed down. Then he picked up the flintgun on the table and got up and walked out of the captain's room.
This flintgun, which looked quite a few years old, was found when he was exploring on the ship. Together, he found a single-handed sword, which was currently hanging on his waist, and these two things were the guarantee of his sense of security when he was on the ship.
In the exploration of the past few days, he spent a long time roughly learning how to use these two things-although so far, he has never seen any living creatures except himself on this ship.
The talking "item" does not count.
With the salty sea breeze blowing on his face, Duncan's slightly agitated mood calmed down. He came to the deck outside the captain and looked up at the sky subconsciously.
The rich dark clouds still cover the sky as far as you can see. No sun, moon and stars can be seen in the clouds, and only the turbid sky covers the boundless sea surface.
This scene has been going on for a long time. In fact, since Duncan came to the ship, he has only seen such a sky-which even made him doubt whether there is no normal weather in the world at all. Is this cloudy scene the eternal sky elephant in this sea area?
Duncan turned around, and he saw the door in the captain's room standing there quietly. The beam above the door was engraved with a line of letters he didn't know, but when his eyes were condensed on the line of words, its meaning directly and clearly reflected into his mind:
"The gate of the Lost".
"The gate of the lost country... Lost in the countryside, "Duncan muttered to himself, then he laughed at himself," This ship has a good name."
Then he walked around the captain's room and walked along the stairs at the edge of the deck to the upper deck at the stern. There was a wooden platform here, and the place where the whole ship had the widest view except the lookout was here.
A heavy black steering wheel quietly waited for the arrival of the helm on the platform.
Duncan frowned. Somehow, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency and anxiety, which seemed to occur out of thin air when he saw the steering wheel.
He didn't feel this way when he came here several times before!
As if to respond to the anxiety in his heart, a sudden and chaotic wind suddenly blew across the deck, and waves appeared on the originally calm sea around him. Although the wind and waves did not have any impact on the large-scale "Lost Village", Duncan's alarm bell suddenly appeared in his heart. The next second, he looked at the direction of the ship's head driven by intuition.
On the sea directly in front of the lost village, between the chaotic and hazy sky and sea, a boundless and white fog wall like a barrier to the sky seemed to emerge out of thin air, making his eyes wide open instantly!
It was a white mist that seemed to surround and isolate the whole world. It was like a great wall connecting the world and rolling it over. Compared with its worrying scale, what made Duncan (Zhou Ming) more alert was that it instantly reminded him of the boundless mist outside his single apartment window!
The Lost Village is heading straight to the fog wall!
Duncan didn't know what the thick fog was or what was deep in the fog, but he instinctively felt the great danger. His intuition of Survival told him that it was not a good thing to be swallowed by the thick fog!
He subconsciously rushed to the platform where the rudder was located-the huge sense of powerlessness was also shrouded at the same time: even if he was at the helm, how could he drive this huge ship away from the fog wall alone?
But he still came to the steering wheel instinctively, and almost at the same time, he heard a hoarse and gloomy voice from a copper pipe connected with the captain's room next to the steering wheel, which was the voice of "goat head"-the tone of the strange thing was a little panic this time:
"Sir captain, there is a border collapse ahead, and we are approaching the realistic limit! Please adjust the course immediately!"
Listening to the voice of goat head panic, Duncan almost shouted loudly-it was easy to adjust the course, but you turned out one hundred or eighty good brothers who could sail the ship to drive this thing on the spot!
Then he looked up at the direction of the mast in front of him and saw several bare masts standing on the deck. His heart was even more sad-let alone sailing. In fact, the ship had no sails at all, and the Poles were all empty!
Under the emotional excitement, he didn't even think seriously about the strange words jumped out of the goat head just now. Only instinct made him subconsciously grasp the rudder wheel in front of him, which seemed to be shaking slightly.
For several days, this was the first time that he took the initiative to put his hand on the steering wheel of the lost village-the strange situation on this ship before and the repeated urging of the goat head always made him have doubts and was full of resistance to the "steering". But now, he finally had no chance to hesitate.
He held the rudder tightly and even had no time to imagine how to take charge of an empty ghost ship with one's strength in his blank mind.Change will happen in the next moment. The sound like a tsunami exploded in Duncan's mind. It seemed that 10,000 cheering people were standing on the shore to see a ship off. It seemed that hundreds of calling sailors shouted the captain's name on the deck, and there seemed to be a mixture of desolate boat songs and invisible stormy waves in the middle. A green flame emerged at the edge of the vision. Duncan looked at his Palm subconsciously. He saw a green fire suddenly burst out from the steering wheel of the lost Township, and swept over with an amazing rapid trend, spreading his whole body in a blink of an eye.
In the burning flame, the flesh and blood suddenly became empty and illusory. The captain's uniform became shabby and ragged as if it had been soaked in the sea for dozens of years. However, under the flesh and blood that suddenly became illusory like a spirit, Duncan could even see his bones vaguely-the crystal-clear bones jumped with flames, and the fire that did not go out flowed in his body like water.
However, he did not feel any pain and burning. In the flames, he only felt that his perception was spreading in all directions.
The fire swept down from the bridge, overflowing the deck, overflowing the ship's rail, overflowing the mast. The flames were interwoven like a net, rising from the deck like breath, spreading along the lonely mast, and finally interwoven into a huge sail like gauze and fog between the sea and fog.
The Lost Village is sailing, in front of the real border which is rapidly collapsing.