Now, the jump had reached its end — the long sea lane beyond the border finally concluded, and the Lost Home once again returned to the domain of sea and mist.
But this was only a temporary rest stop in the whole voyage.
Duncan’s goal was not to return to the Boundless Sea, but to make for that world-hanging, congealed doomsday above the sky.
With faint tremors running through the hull, the Lost Home exited jump.
The phantom of the New Hope in the sky dissolved in an instant, and the countless invisible filaments drew back into the doll’s frame.
The thick fog peculiar to the border sea surged in from all directions as if a fervent welcoming host, enclosing the whole ship — the Lost Home slid into the sea through the fog, cut a distance across the mirror-calm ocean, and gradually steadied.
Alice blinked and her eyes recovered their quickness.
She looked up at Duncan standing beside her and a smile blossomed on her face. “Captain! We’re back!”
“Yes. Back in the Boundless Sea. From here on, I’ll take the helm,” Duncan said with a smile, nodding to the doll.
He stepped toward the dark, heavy wheel. “You go rest. Or you can watch from the side.”
“Mm, I’m not tired. I’ll watch!” Alice replied happily.