This was an unbelievable ship — an unbelievable captain, an unbelievable first mate, and an unbelievable pigeon.
Onboard there was also an equally unbelievable doll, a figure whose face was exactly the same as hers.
Lei Nora felt this place was nothing like what she had imagined — only better.
After wandering through the upper decks, Duncan led the "Frost Queen" back to the main deck.
“This ship is huge. Below the deck there are layers upon layers of cabins; if we wanted to inspect everything properly it would probably take more than a day,” he said with a smile. “But let’s get to business first.”
At the captain’s words, Lei Nora’s thoughts snapped back from marveling at the ship.
She straightened her expression and looked solemnly out past the hull of the Lost-Home.
A thin, soft-looking mist flowed beyond the rail, quiet and harmless.
But that was not mist; there really was no “mist” — the space outside the Lost-Home was sheer, indescribable nothingness.
That faint veil that looked like vapor was only a weak illusion produced when mortal perception, painfully limited, faintly sensed “something” was there.
Yet the “captain” said that hidden within this ultimate void lay the foundations of a new world.
Lei Nora’s gaze involuntarily fell on Duncan.