Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 579 Agatha’s Information
Duncan knew that there was no need for the goat head to lie to him—or, even if it wanted to lie to him, there was no need for it to use such poor acting skills.

That sentence without beginning or end was the only memory that the "First Officer" brought out from the subspace - it seemed that it really didn't know what happened, nor the cause and effect of this sentence.

Duncan held the table with both hands and sat down again on the armchair behind the navigation table. He looked into the goat-headed eyes seriously, as if he wanted to see more secrets from those obsidian eyes: "So, A long time ago, there were some people who were very important to you, and you tried desperately to remember them. At that time, you knew that you would forget many things sooner or later, so 'remembering them' became a strong idea. The idea... This idea is so strong, but it still doesn't stop things from happening - until now, you only remember this sentence."

"Maybe... that's the case," Goat Head said with a hint of uncertainty in his tone, "But I don't feel sorry, I just feel a little confused sometimes..."

It muttered, then suddenly stopped, raised its head and looked at Duncan: "Captain, what happened? What is it, and does it have anything to do with me?"

Duncan sat on the armchair, curled his fingers in memory, and tapped the table in front of him. The spiritual flames turned into ripples like water waves, slowly rippling away as he tapped.

"...The influence of the nameless man's dream expanded and spread into the real world last night, and I touched a section of 'roots' that extended from that dream to the real world. If the guess is correct...I came into contact with It is one of the foundations of the world in the original elves’ faith, Sirandis.”

There was a snapping sound immediately under the goat's neck, and the whole head stopped on the pedestal.

Duncan glanced at it and said calmly: "You're too late."

"Ah... ah?"

"After touching Silantis, I entered a dimension that was neither a dream nor a reality. Another Lost Home was sailing in that dimension, and there was also you on that Lost Home. ."

The goat's neck suddenly crackled again.

Duncan didn't pay attention to the evil noises made by the evil "first mate". He calmly recounted his experience last night, especially the changes that took place in the "Homeless Gate" on the ghost ship with a strange atmosphere, and the familiar and... The strange "goat head" showed strange reactions.

While he was telling the story, he kept observing the expression and behavior of the goat-headed man opposite him.

The other party's reaction was not suspicious - in addition to shock, it was shock. Even with a stiff wooden face, the look of shock was so obvious that it could be seen at a glance.

"It seems that you are surprised," Duncan finally finished telling the whole story. He nodded to the first mate on the table, "Now do you know why I am so serious?"

"I...yes, now I completely understand your reaction," the goat head said hesitantly, "but I don't know...I don't remember..."

"I should have mentioned to you that in the subspace, I also saw a Lost Home. The ship was very dilapidated, just like the shadow of the Lost Home after a longer period of decay and decay, but The weird thing about that ship is just itself, there is no you on the ship," Duncan said slowly, "And now, I saw the third Homeless ship, sailing in darkness and fog, with another ship on it. You - what about the future? Will there be a fourth or fifth ship? After all, don’t you have any idea what the state of this ship is now? "

The goat head hesitated. It was silent for a long time this time, as if it was trying to find a "safe" way to deal with this topic. After an unknown amount of time, it finally spoke: "I don't know if you will meet again." On the fourth and fifth ships of the Lost Home, I don’t know how many weird ‘states’ this ship will break up and take on, but there is one thing that may help you think about it…this ship, and It’s not always like this.”

"Isn't it always like this?" Duncan frowned, "I guess... you are not referring to the 'change' caused by the Homeless Ship falling into subspace?"

"No, the change is more huge and thorough than that," the goat head slowly shook his head, "In my chaotic and broken memory, it once showed many appearances - huge iron blocks, shrinking and squirming flesh, darkness Cold rocks, abstract and terrifying shadows, in the deepest part of the subspace, it will look different at any time, and this state continues..."

The goat head suddenly stopped.

Duncan heard a low creaking sound and an unsettling dull echo coming from the depths of the cabin. The floor beneath his feet was also trembling slightly, and a nervous "feeling" gradually filled the entire ship. , as if...the whole ship was shaking and losing stability.

"That's it, I can imagine the state you described." Duncan said softly.

The goat head nodded cautiously.

The tension and trembling that permeated the entire ship gradually stopped, and the ship regained stability in the real dimension.

Duncan frowned, thoughtfully——

The ship seemed to be about to "collapse" into another shape just now because of Goat Head's "description", but under the watchful eye of himself as the "captain", it finally returned to a stable containment state.

So, did the changes that took place in the Lost Home in just a few seconds reveal to him some kind of "essence" of the ship?Or... something more?
After thinking quietly for a while, Duncan shook his head and his eyes fell on the goat head again: "What do you think about the 'other you' on that ship?"

"Sorry, Captain, I didn't know."

The goat head muttered in frustration. For a while, the most it seemed to say were these words, and the other thing was "I don't remember."Duncan was not surprised by this answer, but immediately asked another question: "Can you dream?"

"Dreaming?" The goat head was stunned for a moment, but soon it shook its head, and answered very smoothly this time, "I don't dream - your loyal first mate is always alert, after all, this ship still relies on me at all times. Staring..."

Duncan didn't pay attention to the second half of the other person's boast. After hearing the goat's head's reply, he just whispered thoughtfully: "Don't you dream..."

The goat head spoke a little uneasily: "Captain..."

Duncan glanced at it and said, "Say."

The goat head seemed a little nervous, and he hesitated for a long time before speaking: "You just mentioned that on the ship with a strange atmosphere, the captain's cabin had the words 'May He linger in dreams' written on the door of the captain's cabin, and the captain's cabin had The 'I' also mentioned the name Selantis to you, are you doubting..."

"Yes." Duncan nodded calmly before the other party finished speaking.

The goat head suddenly didn't know what to do next.

"But I can only doubt it, unless one day you suddenly regain your memory, and then tell me personally that you have a name - and that name is called 'Sasloka'."

The captain's cabin fell into silence for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, the goat head muttered to break the silence: "Most of the ancient legends of elves are bizarre and contradictory, but in fact they are not true..."

"But the more bizarre and contradictory ancient legends are, when they suddenly connect with certain clues in the real world, the more worthy of further investigation," Duncan said calmly and seriously, "In the end, you yourself don't know My own past, isn’t it?”

"Although I say that, this... is too bizarre," the goat head muttered, "I don't want to be related to this level of ancient legends, and to be honest, look at me now, I am from the ship. It’s just a sculpture…”

Duncan was noncommittal about this. He just shook his head, sighed, stood up from the navigation table, and slowly came to the window, looking out the window at the side of the ship bathed in sunshine and mist, and at the undulating sea in the distance.

A soft tapping sound suddenly reached my ears.

Duncan immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

Agatha's illusory figure quietly appeared on the window, and she raised her hand and pointed in a certain direction.

Duncan frowned slightly, and then looked back at the goat head that was still mumbling on the edge of the navigation table.

After pondering for a while, he walked over: "Don't think so much now. In any case, your first responsibility now is to be the first mate of the Lost Home - help me take care of the ship. Leave other matters to me." I'll deal with it."

The goat head suddenly woke up with excitement, and then looked at the captain who was looking down at him with some surprise. He was stunned for a moment before hurriedly reacting: "Ah, ah, yes, Captain, I...I understand. "

"Well," Duncan nodded slightly, and then walked towards the door at the back of the captain's cabin, "I'll go back to the room to rest for a while and collect my thoughts."

The goat-headed voice immediately came from behind: "Yes, Captain!"

Duncan didn't look back. He waved his hand and walked into his captain's dormitory. After closing the door, he didn't really go to rest. Instead, he came to the mirror in the corner of the room.

After confirming the movement outside the door, Duncan took a step forward, raised his fingers and tapped on the mirror.

Shadows and smoke rose in the mirror, and Agatha's figure emerged in the mirror - the former "gatekeeper" who now lives in the mirrors of the Lost Home nodded to Duncan and sent greetings.

"You have something to tell me, and you want to say it here - to avoid the 'first mate'?" Duncan looked serious, "What's going on?"

"I heard your conversation with the first mate. Captain, I have something to report to you." Agatha nodded and said with a cautious face, "Last night, something happened on the Homeless Ship - Its 'shadow' disappeared for a time."

(End of this chapter)