The sun is bright.

If the luminous object hanging high in the sky is really the sun, then its "sunlight"... is indeed very bright.

Duncan didn't know how long he had stared at the sky, until his eyes became sore and unbearable, and he finally withdrew his gaze from the clouds. However, the posture of the "sun" was still deeply imprinted in his retina and mind. Even if he closed his eyes, he could still clearly recall its appearance - the sphere emitting a faint golden light, the light flow that distorted around the sphere, and the concentric ring structure running quietly around the sphere.

The sun is not like this, the sun should not be like this - in the world he is familiar with, even if he reaches the sky of alien stars, the stars hanging high in the sky will not look like this.

But now he has to accept the facts.

He is in a foreign land, a faraway place than he imagined.

Even the sun became something he could not understand.

Duncan subconsciously turned his head and looked at the door in front of the captain's room.

Push the door in and you can return to the room he had lived in for many years and return to his single apartment.

But outside that room, the thick fog had already covered the whole world. In a sense, the "hometown" he was familiar with was left with only the last thirty square meters of cottage.

The "home" that looks like you can return by just pushing open the door is actually just another lonely boat.

During the long silence, the sound of the goat's head suddenly came into Duncan's ears: "Captain, where are we going next? Do you have any sailing plans?"

Navigation plan? How could Duncan have that kind of thing--although he also wanted to immediately formulate a complete plan to explore the world and finalize the next voyage, he didn't even have a normal chart on hand, and he didn't know what land or power there was in this world, nor did he know whether this endless ocean had an end.

He just knew how to drive the Lost Country ship a few hours ago.

But he still pondered and spoke in his heart a few minutes later: "Where did the ship that had hit the Lost Country before come from?"

"Who do you want to go to those city-states?" The voice of Goat Head was a little surprised, and then he dissuaded, "I suggest you not to get close to the waterway controlled by those city-states...at least not now. Although you are the great Captain Duncan, the current state of the Lost Country... is not as good as that of the past, and the garrison and the Vatican guards of those city-states will definitely do their best to resist your...attack."

Duncan was a little speechless for a moment. He suddenly wanted to know what the "Captain Duncan" he replaced did in the past, so that it seemed that even if he showed his face in the world, he could instantly stimulate a group of 25 people...

Moreover, after hearing the tactful meaning of Goat Head, Duncan also realized that the Lost Country and his "captain" now do not seem to be as good as it usually praises - it is true that Captain Ghost and his ship are lying in the ocean because they are afraid to return to the port of the civilized world?

Another way to exile is to travel to the end of the world!

Duncan was a little distressed. He urgently needed to find a way to understand the world. He had to find a way to contact the "civilized society" of this world. Whether it was to survive here for a long time or to understand the mystery and return to the "hometown" he was familiar with, he could not continue to wander along the endless ocean with the flow, and the problem was-

The "civilized society" in this world doesn't seem to think so.

In the eyes of locals, "Captain Duncan" is a world boss who is wandering outside the main city. Once it appears within the field of vision, you must get a 25-person group book...

Duncan sighed - he would not be so passive if he could read this book on the "Lost Country". His only source of information here was the mysterious goat head, but he did not dare to expose his background too much in front of the goat head at this stage.

But then again... Why don't there not even a book on this huge ship?

The long and lonely sailing journey is an extreme pressure environment for people living on the sea. People always need to relieve stress. Ordinary sailors may not have much time to study and have fun, but the dignified "Captain Duncan"... cannot be illiterate, right?

You should know that the "captain" is a technical job with high requirements for knowledge. Even the most rude and savage pirates must at least have a captain who can understand the charts, understand astrology, and calculate routes.

With some doubt in his heart, Duncan asked casually—he asked very carefully, as if he was mentioning it casually as possible, and the answer of Goat Head was not hesitant:

"Books? Reading books on the sea is a dangerous thing. The deep and sub-space guys are waiting for loopholes in the minds of mortals at every moment. The only safe reading is the "classics" released by the Holy See. That thing is safe, but it is better to wash the deck if you read it boring... Haven't you always been interested in the things in the Holy See?"

Duncan raised his eyebrows immediately.

How can this book be dangerous to read on the sea? Only the "classics" of the Holy See can be read safely? What is the serious illness of this boundless sea?

It seemed that he had mastered a little more knowledge about the world, but new doubts followed. Duncan had to force these new doubts to his heart. He came to the end of the ship and looked at the endless sea and sky in the distance.

The golden "sun" shone with light, and the ups and downs and fluctuations on the sea surface were reflected like tiny gold foil. If we didn't consider the too strange appearance of the sun, it would be a beautiful scene.

"I want to hear your advice," Duncan finally said cautiously to the goat head, "I am a little tired of this aimless voyage, maybe..."

As soon as he was halfway through his words, a strange "feeling" suddenly came from the bottom of his heart. This feeling came from the connection between him and the "Lost Country". It was as if some "foreign object" suddenly touched the ship. Then, he heard a "bang" sound from the stern of the ship, as if something heavy hit the deck.

Duncan frowned, then pulled out the flintlock spear that had been mounted on his waist, and pulled out the one-handed sword with his other hand, then ran quickly in the direction where the sound came.

A moment later, he came to the stern deck, and something lying quietly on the deck stunned him.

It is the gorgeous wooden box like a coffin.

It's that weird doll.

A creepy feeling surged into Duncan's heart. He stared at the box that was still wet on the surface, as if the latter would suddenly open it on its own in the next second. Then he noticed that the nails around the lid of the wooden box had disappeared.

That was the nail he nailed before throwing the box into the sea, and it should be extremely firm.

After several minutes of vigilant confrontation next to the box, Duncan finally made up his mind. He held the flintlock rifle tightly in one hand, and used his long sword to penetrate into the gap in the lid of the wooden box with his long sword, and then pried it open with force.

The gorgeous box lid opened with a squeak, and the lifeless Goth doll was still lying quietly in it, surrounded by red velvet linings, like a sleeping princess.

Duncan stared at the doll for several seconds, speaking in a serious tone (he believed he showed enough majesty at this moment): "If you are alive, get up and talk to me."

After saying it twice, the doll still remained motionless.

Duncan looked at her with a serious expression, and finally said lightly: "Very good, then I can only send you back."

After saying that, he covered the lid without hesitation, and then used tools to nail the coffin nails crisscrossed on the box. After knocking the nails, he found an iron chain and used the original hook on the box to firmly fix the lid.

After doing all this, Duncan straightened up and clapped his hands with satisfaction, looking at the "coffin" tied up by himself and added a circle of coffin nails, slightly nodding: "You probably can't lift the coffin this time."

After saying that, he kicked the box into the sea without hesitation.

Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and then turned away from the stern as the box undulates with the sea current and gradually floated away.

But as soon as he reached halfway through, he suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the box floating away again.

The wooden boxes are still drifting with the flow on the sea.

Duncan nodded, turned his head and continued to walk away, and then suddenly turned back.

The box was still floating on the sea and had already floated far and far away.

"Maybe I should put a shell or something inside so that it can sink..."

Duncan muttered, then he turned around and walked slowly towards the captain's room.

"You are a little harsh to that lady." The voice of the goat head came to his mind.

"Shut up - do you call a cursed doll 'Lady'?"

"That looks really a curse figure... but what curse can compare to the Great Captain Duncan on the Endless Sea? Captain, in fact, that lady is quite gentle and harmless..."

Duncan: "…"

Why is this goat head so proud when talking about the curse of the Lost Country and Captain Duncan and its infamy?

Perhaps because he noticed Duncan's bad mood in silence, the goat head immediately changed the topic: "Captain, you said you wanted to hear my suggestions before, specifically..."

"Let me talk about it later. I need a rest - the previous driving of the Lost Land in the Spirit World has consumed my energy, so you will keep quiet next."

"Yes, Captain."

The goat's head calmed down, and Duncan returned to the captain's room. He came to the sailing table and glanced casually over the chart.

The next second, his eyes suddenly set.

The chart seemed to have undergone a subtle change - the gray-white patches that originally covered the entire drawing, as if there was life, seemed to have dissipated a little bit, and the sea around the Saixiangzi was becoming clear!

Is this thing... updated the information of the surrounding waters in real time as the Lost Country sailed?

Duncan immediately came to the navigation table and focused on the subtle changes on the chart.

But his concentration was quickly interrupted.

Deep in the spirit, the Lost Country again sent a signal of "contacting foreign objects", and then Duncan heard a "bang" sound from the deck behind the captain's room.

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