Chapter 1 A Rather Novel Experience

A single will, simultaneously focused on two perspectives, controlling two bodies, doing completely different things – this was a rather novel experience for Duncan.

It was also an extremely difficult challenge.

He believed he could no longer be considered an ordinary person, but even so, it wasn't easy to control two bodies without any burden. He tried to familiarize himself with this feeling of multitasking, and after much effort, he only managed to control the body in the antique shop to crawl back into bed and continue playing dead.

However, based on the feedback from the depths of his consciousness, he believed that he could master this multitasking skill sooner or later – it would just require a long period of familiarization and training.

After settling the body in the antique shop and leaving a little attention there, Duncan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ensuring contact with the "remote body" was the most important thing to do immediately after finishing the spiritual realm walk. This was directly related to whether the foothold he had finally found in the civilized world could be used for a long time. With this matter settled, he felt much more relaxed and had the energy to pay attention to other things.

At that moment, the sound of flapping wings came from the side. Aye, the pigeon, ran to Duncan in a few steps. The bird puffed out its chest, its eyes and tone filled with pride: "Transmission successful!"

Duncan's gaze passed over the pigeon and landed on the table behind it.

A pale golden sun emblem, and two bottles of spirits, were quietly placed there.

A smile slowly appeared on Duncan's face, and then the smile grew brighter and brighter.

It was feasible! It was feasible to have this pigeon carry "goods" during its spiritual realm walk! And it wasn't limited to extraordinary items, even ordinary items could be transported over!

With a satisfied smile, he got up and picked up the items on the table. First, he checked the condition of the sun emblem, confirming that there was still a faint flow of power within this extraordinary item. It was the power that had been completely occupied and transformed by his spiritual fire. Then, he picked up one of the bottles of spirits, removed the cap, and brought it to his nose. A strong smell of alcohol immediately wafted over.

Duncan looked down at Aye, who had already begun to strut back and forth on the table.

Efficient, guaranteed quality, and free shipping – he was starting to like this eccentric pigeon.

The pigeon immediately noticed the "master's" gaze. It scurried over to Duncan and pecked at the table with its beak, loudly demanding, "Some fries! Some fries!"

"There are no fries on the ship for the time being, but I think that will soon cease to be a problem," Duncan happily grabbed the pigeon and held it in his hands, staring at its beady green eyes, "I just don't know the upper limit of the amount of material you can transport each time, whether it's limited to inanimate objects, and whether there will be any 'package loss'… This still requires more testing…"

The pigeon thought for a moment, raising its neck: "Package loss? Oops, the page is gone…"

“…Yes, that's what I'm afraid of. Your name always makes me feel unreliable.” Duncan's thoughts couldn't help but wander. The fact that the pigeon successfully transported more items onto the Vanishing Sail made him feel greatly encouraged. It made him think of more operational attempts, not just limited to transporting supplies to the ship. However, the bird's erratic intelligence and poor logic always made him uneasy. After thinking it over, he still felt that he needed to do more tests before truly establishing a "supply line" between the Vanishing Sail and the land.

With a plan for the next step in mind, Duncan finally stood up from the chair. He walked towards the door leading to the chartroom, but stopped after taking two steps.

He moved his joints in place, stretched his legs and feet, and felt the touch coming from his limbs.

Flexible, powerful, with no fatigue or sluggishness, as if he had only been sitting at the table for a short while.

However, he was well aware that he had been "away" from the Vanishing Sail for more than a day. When he was walking in the spiritual realm, his body remained in the captain's cabin, maintaining the posture of sitting at the table.

Duncan carefully sensed his limbs and bones. Through precise control of his own body, he could almost be certain that this body completely maintained the state of the moment he left for the spiritual realm, as if… at the moment his consciousness left, this body fell into a state of "stasis."

Was this also the special power of "Captain Duncan"? Or… because he was essentially half a ghost now, would he be tireless like a ghost?

He wondered curiously, but had no clue.

He had begun to understand the history of this world, to understand the rise and fall of civilized city-states, but he couldn't even unravel the secrets of his own body.

But in any case, this didn't seem to be a bad thing. This body didn't need too much "maintenance," which meant that he could more confidently divide part of his energy into other areas.

Duncan was a very open-minded person, or rather, he was very good at putting aside those temporarily unsolvable mysteries. After thinking it through, he came to the door and pushed open the door leading to the chartroom.

Captain Duncan was back.

The oak door creaked softly, breaking the silence in the chartroom. The next second, the wooden goat head on the edge of the nautical table suddenly made a clicking sound. The wood quickly turned its head in the direction of the sound, and under the hollow gaze, it slowly opened its mouth: "Name?"

"Duncan Abnomal," Duncan glanced at the goat head, "I'm back."

"Ah! The great Captain Duncan has returned to his loyal Vanishing Sail! Sorry, Captain, your spiritual realm walk was a bit long, I need to double-check… After all, this is the rule you set. How are you feeling? How is your mood? How is your body? How was this long spiritual realm walk? Did you find anything interesting? Would you like to share this walk with your loyal first mate and the following omitted? Did you notice that I used 'the following omitted' just now? Miss Alice said that this can make the words more concise, you may prefer such concise…"

"Shut up, the few words you concisely omitted were all made up for by the nonsense that followed," Duncan glanced at this noisy thing, "Anything happen on the ship while I was away?"

"Ah, Captain Duncan's severity and humor are as good as ever, you are right – everything is normal on the ship, your loyal the following omitted perfectly completed the steering task you entrusted. In addition, Miss Alice came twice, but neither was a big deal, once she fought with the cable, once she fought with the anchor…"

Duncan was about to cross the chartroom to check the situation on the deck, but stopped when he heard the goat head's words, his face full of question marks: "Why did she fight with the cable and the anchor?"

During his spiritual realm walk, he could sense the situation on the Vanishing Sail, but he didn't spend too much energy paying too much attention. He could only vaguely feel Alice walking around the ship and "exploring"… How was it that she had such a lively time on the ship while he was away?

"Oh, Miss Alice is actually well-intentioned," the goat head immediately replied, "She felt that it was not good to be idle on the ship, so she wanted to find something to do, so she went to sort out the cable and maintain the winch – but I forgot to tell her that the cable is ticklish, and the anchor needs a nap…"

Duncan: "…"

"Captain, are you angry?" Duncan's sudden silence made the goat head nervous, and it shook its wooden head back and forth. "Actually, it's not a big deal, besides, the new members of a ship always need to run in before they can get along with the old sailors – now they have entered the 'fighting' stage, which means that Miss Alice is integrating into the collective very quickly. In fact, she is quite popular on the ship, most of the Vanishing Sail…"

The goat head was only halfway through its words when it suddenly heard a rush of footsteps from the deck outside. Then the door of the captain's cabin was pushed open, and Alice rushed in: "Mr. Goat Head, why are the shells in the ammunition depot rolling around and not letting me…"

Duncan silently looked at Alice.

Alice also noticed Duncan standing next to the nautical table, and looked at him stiffly and awkwardly.

"Okay, this is the third time," the goat head on the nautical table sighed, "This time she is fighting with the shells… I admit that Miss Alice's running-in process on the ship may be a little too lively…"

Alice shrank her neck (possibly strengthening her joints), and looked nervously at Duncan, who had a wooden expression: "Captain, you're back, huh…"

"Yeah," Duncan nodded, with a calm expression, "Looks like you had a good time on the ship while I was away?"

Alice: "…"