In the room with the blue door, Duncan and his companions were silent, and the twisted biological tissue attached to the door panel was also silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Duncan suddenly broke the silence: "Is there anything else you need our help with?"

"I don't seem to have anything to regret," Kristo's voice came, "and I can't think of anything to ask for - kind people, what can you do to help a soul that has been dead for many years?"

"Where are your family?" Vanna couldn't help but ask.

"Family..." Christo hesitated, as if some memories had just appeared in his twisted "body". "Oh, yes, family... my wife and daughter, they live in Frost, at the end of Hearth Street..."

Kristo muttered softly, his voice getting lower and lower, as if he was about to fall asleep, but suddenly he woke up again, his voice clearer: "Ah, if you have a chance, you can go see them for me, or bring a message back, although they should have known what happened to the Obsidian a long time ago."

"Any special message?" Vanna asked.

This time, Christo thought for a long time. Just when Vanna thought he was going to fall asleep again, the squirming biological tissue suddenly made another sound: "I can't think of it. I can't even remember what they look like... Just say good morning to them and tell them that I have no regrets and no pain in leaving. That's it."

"We will pass it on if they still live at that address." Duncan nodded slightly, and at the same time, his eyes fell on the slightly squirming and shrinking body of "Krystal".

It was not an illusion. The activity of this biological tissue was gradually weakening. Crystal's consciousness seemed to be leaving this body little by little, and a light grayish-white layer was spreading along the edge of this tissue.

All these changes may be related to the cessation of the heart beating deep within the Obsidian.

It's time to leave.

"We should go," Duncan said calmly.

"It's about time..." Krystal's voice became slower and more vague, but still audible. "Then I wish you a safe journey. Just leave me here. The captain should stay with his ship."

"...In fact, we will sink the ship before leaving." Duncan hesitated for two or three seconds, but decided to tell the truth about what would happen next. "Captain Christo, you should be able to guess that the Obsidian has been contaminated. We can't let this ship continue to drift in the vast ocean - it is a threat to ordinary sailors."

Krystal was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Thank you, kind man."

Duncan looked at the captain for a few seconds, nodded silently, and prepared to leave.

But just as he was about to pass through the door, Kristo's voice suddenly reached his ears again: "Are there any believers of Bartok, the god of death, among you?"

"…I'm sorry, no," Vanna shook her head, "Why do you ask?"

"Ah, I just hope that a believer in the god of death can pray for me to send my soul away. After everything I've been through, my soul is already unclean, and I guess it can't pass through Bartok's door of life and death. If there is a prayer to send my soul away, maybe my soul can dissipate faster... But if there is no prayer, it doesn't matter. Things in this world are never as we wish, right?"

Vanna and Morris looked at each other subconsciously. After a brief hesitation, the latter couldn't help but speak: "We are clergymen of the Goddess of Storms and the God of Wisdom. We will pray for you after we leave - although this may not be of much use to believers of the God of Death."

"I don't know much about Bartok, the god of death, but if what you said is the greatest wish of a believer of the god of death before his death..." Duncan said, and stepped forward to hold the palm stuck to the door, "I hope you get what you want."

"...Thank you, kind people."

The squirming mass of flesh finally stopped making any sound. Its squirming gradually slowed down, and the grayish-white color representing death had spread everywhere—he was not completely dead yet, but the last bit of life was not enough to support him to continue the conversation.

Duncan nodded silently to the Obsidian's captain and walked through the door.

The group left the captain's room of the Obsidian, walked through the upside-down and disordered corridor, passed through the triple-nested doors, and returned to the deck of the ghost ship.

The sun sets in the west.

Accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, an undead bird covered in flames flew from the direction of the Lost Hometown and circled above Duncan and others.

A faint green flame rose from the Obsidian and turned into a meteor returning to the Lost Homeland not far away.

After a moment, the Lost Homeland slowly adjusted its position. The gun door baffles on one side of the hull rose up one after another, and the black muzzles of the guns poked out from the shooting holes.

Artillery fire roared, flaming meteors rained down, and under the increasingly tilted and blood-red setting sun, the Obsidian was enveloped in blazing dark green flames almost in the blink of an eye, and rapidly took on water, disintegrated, and sank in a series of spectacular burnings and explosions.

This ghost ship, which had been completely eroded by supernatural power, sank into the deep sea in a very short time, leaving only a few large and small whirlpools on the sea surface.

On the edge of the deck of the Homelander, Duncan faced the sunset, stared at the direction where the Obsidian was sinking, and watched the ghost ship until its last moment.

Not until the latter sank completely did he retract his gaze and glanced at Vanna and Morris who were standing behind him.

"Sailing on the vast ocean is one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, and ocean captains are in the most dangerous position," Morris said with some regret. "Almost half of ocean captains do not have a good end - even if they live to retire and settle down on land, they will not be able to easily integrate into the lives of ordinary people for various reasons. Most of them will suffer from curses and mental disorders. Hallucinations and even disordered memories will haunt them for the rest of their lives. My daughter Heidi... often deals with such things."

Duncan did not respond to the old scholar's lament.

After all, from the perspective of the world, the Lost Homeland and Captain Duncan... are actually just one of many examples of "an unpleasant ending".

It's just that his "unhappy ending" was too violent.

"How are Shirley and Agou?" Duncan asked suddenly.

"I just went to see them," Alice raised her hand immediately. "Agou said he's fine now. He's studying Nina's elementary school textbooks. Shirley said Agou needs someone to take care of him, so she's taking a nap next to him."

"...the Deep Hound chasing knowledge and its illiterate master?" Duncan's mouth twitched and he walked towards the cabin. "I'll go check on them."

He went straight to the cabin where Shirley and Agou lived together and knocked on the door, but found it was only half-closed. He pushed the door open and entered the room, and saw the dog sitting on its hind legs at the desk, holding a primary school vocabulary textbook with its front paws and reading it with great interest.

And the illiterate Shirley who was sleeping soundly behind the dog.

Duncan's mouth twitched. Although he had just heard Alice say this, he still felt very strange when he actually saw this incongruous scene. Agou also heard the movement at the door, so he looked up and said, "Oh, Captain...Ahhh!!!"

Before he could even finish his greeting, the Deep Hound suddenly let out a loud cry like a broken gong, and then the whole dog suddenly jumped up from the chair and almost jumped onto the roof!

There was another loud noise, and the black chain connecting Agou and Shirley was instantly tightened. Shirley, who was sleeping soundly, was directly carried into the air by Agou, and after a loud "bang", she hit the wall next to her hard.

"Agou, are you crazy?" Shirley was knocked unconscious. As soon as she landed on the ground, she jumped up and pounced on Agou, "Why did you suddenly..."

She finally noticed Duncan standing at the door, and also noticed Agou's frightened look.

"Ah, dog, are you okay?"

Shirley and Duncan spoke almost at the same time.

"I'm fine, I'm fine... No, no, something's wrong..." Ah Gou seemed to have not recovered yet, still trembling all over, his eyes kept wandering, as if he wanted to look in the direction of Duncan, but he couldn't help but avoid it instinctively. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "Captain, do you have anything on you... In your left pocket..."

"Something?" Duncan was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and rummaged in his left pocket, pulling out a small metal box that was used to store tobacco.

After opening the metal box, a thumb-sized, dark-colored, strange "piece of meat" came into everyone's sight.

“I, I, I… fuck!” Ah Gou became even more nervous the moment he saw that thing, and he quickly ran to the corner of the wall, “Where… where did this come from?!”

"In the deepest part of the Obsidian," Duncan frowned, "Why do you react like this? You see from this thing..."

"The Deep Saint Lord! The breath of the Deep Saint Lord!" Ah Gou's entire body was shaking as if it was in vibration mode. "This is the flesh and blood of the Deep Saint Lord!"