"Alice! Watch your head!"

A beautiful morning on the Vanishing Sail began with the captain's full-throated roar on deck.

Duncan stood outside the captain's cabin, pointing at a doll's head hanging from a nearby beam, his eyes twitching for a long time before he finally saw a doll body in a deep purple gothic dress stand up in a panic and take down the head hanging in mid-air.

With a crisp "pop" in the air, Miss Doll reattached her head and trotted over. "Hehe..."

"Hehe what? What are you doing hanging your head outside my door first thing in the morning?" Duncan glared at the cursed doll, who was always causing trouble. Seriously, who wouldn't be startled to see a head swaying in the wind outside the door first thing in the morning? Luckily, he had been on this ship long enough that his nerves were stronger than before, otherwise he might have fainted. "Don't tell me you're on lookout duty—we have pigeons for that!"

"I washed my hair this morning..." Alice shrank her neck and replied cautiously, "My hair wouldn't dry, so I thought I'd hang it up high to let it blow in the wind..."

Duncan: "..."

Alice glanced at Duncan cautiously: "Captain... are you angry?"

"You... are reasonable." Duncan choked for a long time, finally managing to squeeze these words out of his windpipe. While restraining the twitching of his facial muscles, he had to admit that, at least from Alice's "Anomaly 099" lifestyle, hanging her head up high to blow in the wind really wasn't a problem—the ship's winch had even made napping a habit, and the bucket for wiping the deck rolled to the stern to bask in the sun every afternoon. Living on this ship, you had to have a broad mind.

From this point of view, Alice, the doll who had adapted to life on the ship, was now truly "one" with the ship...

"It's good that the captain isn't angry!" Alice immediately smiled. She seemed to have not only adapted to life on the ship, but also adapted to or understood the captain's temper. She still revered this powerful ghost captain, but no longer felt only simple fear like she did at the beginning. She now seemed much more relaxed, and even dared to bargain with the captain. "Then in the future, I can still hang my head..."

"No—anywhere but the captain's cabin door, find a place yourself," Duncan glanced at the doll. "I don't want to open the door and see a crew member's head hanging there, or a headless body wandering around in front of the door."

Alice could only obediently lower her head: "Oh, okay."

Duncan continued to look at her, his expression thoughtful.

"Captain?" Alice felt a little uneasy under his gaze. "Why are you staring at me..."

"I just suddenly thought of a question," Duncan said as he pondered. "You lose hair, right? Do you lose it when you wash your hair too? Then... does your hair grow?"

Alice froze instantly, her expression like a pigeon, Aiyi, suddenly stuck in a paused state.

After a long time, her eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at Duncan with a face full of shock: "I... I... I never thought about this question at all! Captain, you..."

The second half of her sentence was almost tearful, and she didn't dare to say the last few words. She actually wanted to ask "Captain, are you a devil?", but she was afraid of being scolded by Mr. Goat Head for underestimating the captain's power and excessively beautifying the image of the number one disaster on the sea...

Duncan didn't care what Alice swallowed back. His thoughts had already drifted away: "Look, although you can walk, jump, and talk, your body is still like a real doll, you don't need to eat or drink, and you can force your joints back in if they fall off. So can I understand that your hair is a non-renewable resource, and you'll go bald if you wash it too much... or comb it too much?"

Alice was about to cry: "Captain, why would you think of such a terrible thing..."

Duncan: "Actually, I've been wanting to ask ever since you cooked that fish head soup."

Although sad, Alice was stunned when she heard this: "But I only cooked fish soup..."

Duncan said with righteous confidence: "Nonsense, there's fish, head, and soup in it, why isn't it fish head soup?"

Alice: "...Captain, you are reasonable."

A beautiful morning on the Vanishing Sail began with everyone recognizing each other's reasonableness.

Miss Doll left in a daze. She seemed to suddenly have something important about her future to think about. Duncan's mood, however, became cheerful. He felt the sea breeze and then ate a simple breakfast—including the fish slices Alice had personally baked yesterday, chopped cheese, and liquor from the Pland city-state. It wasn't very delicious, but it was the best meal on the Vanishing Sail at the moment.

In the chart room of the captain's cabin, Goat Head looked curiously at the cheerful Duncan: "Captain, what's wrong with Miss Alice? I noticed that she returned to the cabin absentmindedly, and bumped into the door twice when she returned to her room... She seems preoccupied?"

"She's facing a major life challenge. I think for a long time to come, you don't have to worry about her fighting with the strange things on the ship," Duncan shook the wine glass in his hand, with a mischievous smile on his face. "But I am really curious about one thing..."

"Ah? What are you curious about?"

"If a cursed doll loses all her hair, will she really become a bald doll?" Duncan seriously discussed with Goat Head. "Shouldn't this kind of extraordinary thing have some kind of extraordinary power to ensure... um, ensure a certain state? It's a pity I didn't have time to discuss this with Alice before she ran away."

Goat Head: "..."

Duncan glanced curiously at this usually very talkative guy: "Why aren't you talking?"

Goat Head choked for a long time, finally squeezing out a sentence: "You truly deserve to be the most terrifying disaster on the boundless sea... I wouldn't be able to ask this kind of question even if you beat me to death."

Duncan shrugged and stood up from behind the navigation table.

"I'm going to leave again," he said to Goat Head, snapping his fingers at the same time. A cluster of green flames burst into flames out of thin air, and Aiyi, the pigeon in the form of a undead bird, descended from the flames and landed on his shoulder. "As usual, you're in charge of the helm."

"Yes, Captain, your loyal... etc. will not let you down!" Goat Head immediately agreed in an uplifting tone, then asked curiously, "Captain, you seem to be... very enthusiastic about spirit world travel recently? Is there something on land that interests you?"

Duncan didn't answer immediately, but thought for a while before speaking: "I recently suddenly discovered that, after a century of development, this world has become a little more interesting."

This was the response he gave after weighing it: this sentence didn't reveal any clear information, nor did it expose his lack of knowledge, while reasonably laying the groundwork for his frequent attention to the land world to be more normal in the future, and if necessary, it could also serve as the Vanishing Sail's "reasonable motive" for returning to the civilized world.

Moreover, this answer shouldn't have violated the image of "Captain Duncan" too much.

The greatest disaster on the boundless sea can also be a fun-seeker—because a fun-seeker is compatible with everything.

Goat Head really didn't have any unusual reaction, as if everything Captain Duncan did was taken for granted in its eyes: "Oh, you're right, after all these years, those weak city-states should have come up with something that interests you. It's normal for you to want to relieve boredom with it... In that case, should the Vanishing Sail make some preparations? Which one are you planning to invade? Pland? Lunsar? Or the Frost further north?"

Duncan was secretly nodding in his heart while listening to the first half of Goat Head's words, thinking that this number one bootlicker really knew how to understand his intentions and set the stage, but when he heard the second half, his blood immediately began to run cold—this guy's cooperation directly turned into fanning the flames, and he had to quickly interrupt: "When did I say I was going to invade the city-states? Wouldn't it be a pity to destroy something interesting that has just appeared?"

"Ah... yes, you're right, my suggestion was too reckless," Goat Head immediately changed his tone. "Actually, I thought you were planning to sail over there and wander around in the future... Of course, since you don't have this idea, then this suggestion should be invalidated. Actually, this is also very good, after all, the big city-states still have some strength, and it's a bit risky to get close rashly..."

"Don't mention invading the city-states casually in the future," Duncan glanced at Goat Head, adding another layer of insurance just in case. "We've been out of touch with the world for a hundred years. Now I want to regain control of the changes in civilized society. This may involve many long-term changes—before I have clear orders, don't make any extra plans."

"I will obey your orders, Captain."