"Alice! Keep your head under control!"
A fine morning aboard the Lost Homeland began with the captain's booming roar from the deck.
Duncan stood outside the Captain's Cabin, pointing at the doll's head hanging from a nearby crossbeam. The corner of his eye twitched for quite a while before he finally saw a doll body in a dark purple Gothic dress scramble to its feet nearby and take down the head dangling in midair.
With a crisp pop in the air, Miss Doll put her head back on, then trotted over. "Hehe..."
"What do you mean, 'hehe'? Why did you hang your head outside my door first thing in the morning?" Duncan glared at the Cursed Doll, who came up with some new stunt every few days. Seriously, who wouldn't get startled when they opened the door in the morning and saw a head swaying in the wind outside? Luckily, he had spent enough time on this ship for his nerves to become tougher than before. Otherwise, he might have fainted on the spot. "Don't tell me you were keeping watch—Pigeon Ai Yi is here for that!"
"I washed my hair this morning..." Alice shrank her neck and replied cautiously. "It just wouldn't dry, so I thought I'd hang it up high and let the wind blow through it..."
Duncan: "..."
Alice cautiously glanced at Duncan. "Captain... are you angry?"
"You... make sense." Duncan held it in for a long time before finally forcing out those words. While struggling to keep his facial muscles from twitching, he had to admit that, at least judging by Anomaly 099's way of life, hanging her head up high to dry in the wind was perfectly reasonable. The ship's winch treated naps as a habit, and the bucket used to scrub the deck rolled