This feeling was quite marvelous.
Duncan could distinctly sense events happening far away—he could feel the Homeloss drifting across the vast Endless Sea, the living Ghost Ship under the control of a goat-skulled figure etching new paths across maritime maps, a fragile cursed mannequin pacing around the cabin as if exploring the ship's environment, while the deep, dark ocean gently oscillated around him, concealing countless strange creatures.
Yet, with his other sight, he was sitting inside an antique shop in the Lower City District of Plunder City-State, where human voices and the sound of carriages heightened the silence within. A human girl named Nina was sitting across from him, delicately nibbling at the district's cheapest cake.
He was Captain Duncan, the master of the Homeloss, a moving disaster on the Endless Sea—sitting here like an ordinary person, having his breakfast, nestled deep in the tranquil daily life.