Chapter 792 Sailor’s Farewell?

The mist flows like a veil between the abandoned islands. The sea outside the ship's side is still as calm as when it came, and the ancient temple standing deep in the mist has completely disappeared at the end of the sea. It is covered by the mist, as if A dream that never happened in the first place.

The sailor sat on a barrel on the stern deck, staring blankly at the floating fog in the distance. He remained motionless in this position for a long time.

The sound of footsteps came from nearby, finally awakening the mummy from his trance. He shook his body, turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and then raised his head again.

"Miss Vanna, good afternoon," the sailor muttered, a listless greeting, and then said with a sigh, "Hey, you are really tall."

"People often say that," Vanna said lightly, casually sitting down on another barrel next to her, and also glanced at the direction the sailor was looking at just now, "Agatha said that you have been here for a day and want to what?"

"I don't know," the sailor thought for a moment and shook his head, "Maybe he was simply distracted. You know, anyway, a corpse usually has nothing to do, no need to eat, no need to drink, no need to sleep - and this There is basically no need for anyone to work on the ship. You see, the ship can keep itself in order. The busiest thing about the ship is rearranging the things that Miss Alice has messed up..."

Vanna didn't speak, just listened calmly to the mummy's chattering - after arriving on the Lost Home, the sailor rarely spoke, but when he occasionally spoke, it would become such a chattering that it even made people doubt that he had ever spoken. When I was a human, I probably had such a nagging temperament.

After a while, when the sailor finally finished talking, Vanna smiled lightly and shook her head: "Don't say these words to Alice, she will be very sad."

"Hey, I know, I definitely won't say it," the sailor waved his hand, his expression suddenly a little complicated, "Anyway... I probably won't have the chance to say it in the future."

Fanna raised her eyebrows when she heard this, but did not say anything while hesitating.

The sailor raised his head again and looked at the thick fog and the direction where the temple stood.

"...You can also hear the faint sound of the waves." He said suddenly.

There was a slightly surprised expression on Fanna's face, but the sailor didn't seem to care about her response. He continued to speak before she spoke: "I can hear that from the time I decided to set off, there were I could hear that voice, and someone was whispering to me over the sound of the waves, even though I couldn't understand the words. He was always talking to me, just like I am talking to you now... to me. Isn’t it a little bit…offensive to say this?”

"That's the goddess protecting you," Vanna didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she could only say this after a brief hesitation, "He knows you are coming, and His voice will naturally appear in the ears of His believers. "

"...but I don't remember Him," the sailor muttered. "I only remember that I have been to this place and that some things happened here, but other than that, those days as a priest of the Deep Sea Church, in the church The days of prayer are already another person’s life for me. I don’t think I am a believer in Him anymore—I have not prayed to Him once in the past two centuries.”

"You don't remember Him, but He remembers you," Vanna said calmly and firmly. Only on this point, she has never wavered in her faith. "The goddess will remember every one of His children, even if they are like You have been lost like this for two centuries. It is also described in "The Original Book of Storms": Prayer is just a form, and our connection with the goddess is established on a deeper level."

The sailor turned his head and glanced at Vanna with some surprise: "You are really a devout believer."

Fanna's expression was a little strange: "Am I not pious enough?"

The sailor thought for a while and did not dare to continue thinking.

"My mission is coming to an end," he said suddenly, as if changing the subject. "The captain has been given a new 'route'. Maybe he won't need me anymore."

Fanna's expression changed slightly, and she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She just heard the mummy continue calmly: "After completing this final mission, I should retire from the ship. I have nothing to take with me. Those tattered shrouds and sailor's blouses are things that should no longer exist in this world. They will probably disappear with me, so you don't have to help me deal with anything. ,only……"

A calm and majestic voice suddenly came from behind them: "Just what?"

The sailor was startled and turned around instantly. Fanna next to him also immediately got off the barrel and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

"Captain, you're back," Vanna said to Duncan with a relieved expression on her face, and then her expression became complicated again. She raised her finger and pointed at Anomaly 077 next to her, "Captain, the sailor..."

Duncan raised his hand to indicate that he was aware of the situation, and set his eyes on Anomaly 077: "I heard it all, let's continue, 'just' what?"

The sailor opened his mouth, as if he suddenly hesitated again, but under Duncan's calm gaze, his hesitation finally turned into calmness. He spread his hands and felt that he had never spoken so relaxedly in front of Captain Duncan as he did today: "I just feel sorry for Captain Lawrence - I left in a hurry and didn't say goodbye to him properly. I didn't even tell him that I might not go back. At this time, the crew of the White Oak was probably still waiting for me..."

He paused, smiling with a hint of regret but relief.

"Please tell me that Sailor is honored to have served on the White Oak for such a period of time. Although it was not a long time and it was always noisy on the ship, that is indeed what I remember. The most enjoyable days.

"I don't have any personal property, so please apologize to Gus, the first mate of the White Oak, for me. I bet the two pounds of fine tobacco I owe him are probably unpaid, and I also owe the second mate. The bosun owes it, the stoker owes it, the mechanic and the chaplain..."

He counted a few names on his fingers, and then spread his hands: "You see, gambling doesn't end well, right, including betting with others.

"Finally, I have a message for you. I originally planned to write you a letter secretly, and then find a place to leave quietly, because I always feel that it would be embarrassing to say some things in person, but you see, the situation is always It will be unexpected..."

The sailor babbled, and under Duncan's calm and gentle gaze, he took a long breath - the cold air slowly escaped from his lungs that no longer needed to breathe, and merged into the ubiquitous fog. middle.

He looked at Duncan, his withered eyes filled with unprecedented seriousness and solemnity.

“I was honored, and even though I was terrified at first, I was still honored to be a member of the Lost Home for a short time.

"You are the greatest explorer and captain in history. What you want to do will definitely come true. I have no basis for it, and I don't understand prophecies or anything like that, but that's how I feel... What you want to do will come true. , it will definitely happen.

"So, if there really is a new world in the future, I hope you can still remember the story of Sea Song and tell its story to people in the future, so that people at that time know that in the days when the world is gradually reaching its end, There was a group of people who... tried their best.

"Finally, thank you, thank you for your efforts so far, thank you for still trying to save this world... Although it is a cold and twisted place for me now, I vaguely remember that it is a good place."

The sailor finished speaking calmly, and all his hesitations and regrets so far were finally eliminated in this endless fog.

Then he solemnly bent down and bowed deeply in front of Duncan, then straightened up again, raised his right hand in front of Vanna, and drew the symbol of waves on his chest.

Vanna subconsciously took half a step forward, as if she wanted to reach out to hold something back, but stopped when she raised her hand halfway, and then returned the same courtesy in silence.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" Duncan asked, looking into the sailor's eyes.

"Now that you are back, it's time for me to leave." The sailor smiled and slowly took two steps back. "I will find a quiet place - just let me stay quietly for a while. I haven't had a good time for a long time." Get some sleep."

Duncan nodded and said nothing.

The sailor walked towards the gray-white fog that had spread onto the deck at some point and gradually thickened on the deck. His figure swayed in the fog and finally disappeared from the sight of Duncan and Vanna.

After being silent for a long time, Fanna finally couldn't help but turned her head and broke the silence softly: "Captain..."

Duncan just waved his hand and said softly: "Fanna, do you know how many times a person will die?"

Vanna was stunned for a moment, as if she vaguely understood something. She did not speak again, but involuntarily looked back at the direction the sailor left. After staring at that side in silence for a few seconds, she withdrew her gaze and looked at Duncan: " Captain, what do we do next?”

Duncan nodded, turned and walked towards the bridge on the stern deck, and spoke without looking back: "The road is still far away, it's time for the Lost Home to set off - Alice is ready, let's 'navigate' her next capability for the first test.”

Fan Na was stunned and immediately stepped to follow.

At the same time, on the bridge at the stern of the ship, Alice was already standing next to the steering wheel with a nervous look on her face.

She awaited further instructions from the captain.

Mops, buckets, swaying cables and spare hooks on the deck, many things came over after hearing the news and crowded around the bridge, as if waiting to watch the excitement.

A rope snaked and crawled to the puppet's feet, and bumped the latter's calf with the head of the rope.

"I'm a little nervous..." Alice whispered, "Although the captain said it's okay, I'm still very nervous..."

The surrounding ropes, buckets and other debris were shaking, making a series of somewhat chaotic movements.

Alice heard the responses of her "friends" from the chaotic voices.

They were more nervous than she was.

The whole ship is nervous...