Chapter 578: Agathas Intelligence

Chapter 578: Agathas Intelligence

Duncan was well aware that the goat head had no reason to lie to him. To put it another way, if the goat head had any intention of deceiving him, it certainly would not resort to such subpar acting skills to do so.

Seated behind a desk covered in navigational instruments, Duncan leaned his arms on the tables surface and looked directly into the goat heads eyes. These eyes had a quality that reminded him of obsidian stonedark, yet as if they were hiding something. He felt as if he could unravel hidden truths by delving deep into them.

So, a very long time ago, there were people who meant a great deal to you. You made a conscious effort to remember them, fully aware that your memory would degrade over time. The idea of preserving their memory was a compelling desire for you. Yet, despite this powerful intent, all you managed to hold onto was that one cryptic sentence, Duncan articulated.

The goat head seemed uncertain, its voice laced with a note of confusion. Perhaps that might be the case. I dont experience regret, just occasional confusion

It trailed off momentarily before looking up at Duncan. Captain, could you please clarify what is happening? How am I involved in all of this?

Duncan reclined in his chair, letting his fingers gently tap the desktop. As he did so, ethereal flames emanated from his fingertips, forming ripple patterns that expanded across the table with each touch.

The Dream of the Nameless One has extended its reach, Duncan began to explain. Last night, its influence crossed the boundary into our reality. I came into contact with a vine that stretched from that dream world into this one. If Im not mistaken, that vine is known in ancient elven lore as Atlantis.

As he spoke, there was a sudden, jarring snap from the goat heads neck, causing its head to freeze in place on its stand.

Duncan looked at it casually, remarking, I believe you snapped your neck a bit prematurely.

The goat head stammered, What what do you mean by that?

Duncan continued, unfazed by the goat heads reaction, After making contact with Atlantis, I found myself in a dimension that was neither a dream nor our reality. Another version of our ship, the Vanished, was sailing through that realm. And interestingly, that ship had another version of you aboard.

Once again, there was a snapping noise as the goat heads neck seemed to lock up.

Ignoring these bizarre occurrences, Duncan provided a detailed account of his experiences from the night before. He talked about the eerie atmosphere on the spectral version of their ship, the transformations that took place at the Door of the Lost, and the unusual actions exhibited by the alternate version of the goat head in that dimension.

Throughout his storytelling, Duncan paid close attention to the goat heads reactions. Despite its usually stoic, wooden facial features, the entity appeared utterly shocked. There was no sign of subterfugeonly genuine astonishment.Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m

So, you seem quite taken aback, Duncan concluded, looking across the table at his enigmatic first mate. Now you see why I consider this issue to be of the utmost importance, dont you?

I Yes, I now understand why youre so concerned, the goat head finally said after hesitating for a moment. However, Im also in the dark here My memory is incomplete.

Duncan sighed. I shouldve shared this with you earlier. In subspace, I came across another version of the Vanished. It was a wreck, a grim reflection of what our ship could become after years of decay and disintegration. Oddly enough, you were conspicuously absent from that ship, he paused to let the words sink in. And now, Ive encountered yet another Vanished, this one sailing through an impenetrable darkness and fog with another version of you aboard. Whats next? Will there be a fourth, a fifth? Do you have any clue what state our actual ship is in right now?

The goat head took a lengthy pause this time as if carefully weighing its words or perhaps seeking a diplomatic way to discuss this delicate subject. Finally, it spoke, I cant predict if youll encounter a fourth or a fifth Vanished, nor can I fathom how many unusual states our ship might manifest. But I can offer you this perspective: our ship wasnt always like this.

A heavy silence descended upon the captains quarters.

After an extended pause, the goat head finally broke the silence. Elven myths are often filled with oddities and contradictions. They cant be completely trusted, it muttered.

Duncan spoke with a tone of seriousness, But the more convoluted and puzzling these ancient tales are, the more they warrant our attentionespecially when they seem to connect to our current circumstances. You, for instance, have no memory of your own past, correct?

Thats true, but this is all getting too mystical for my taste, the goat head grumbled, clearly uneasy. Getting involved in epic legends of this scale is beyond me. I mean, look at me. Im nothing more than a carved sculpture attached to this ship.

Duncan didnt argue. He simply shook his head and let out a sigh. He stood up and moved to the window, taking in the view of their vessel as it sailed through a blend of sunlight, mist, and the ever-changing sea.

Suddenly, a soft tapping sound caught his attention.

He spun around to find Agathas ghostly visage materializing on the window glass, pointing in a specific direction.

Duncan frowned slightly, then glanced back at the goat head, who was still mumbling near the edge of the navigation table. The presence of Agathas ghost, combined with the goat heads evasiveness, suggested that something much larger was at play. With so many interconnected puzzles and no clear solutions, Duncan knew that he had his work cut out for him.

After briefly pondering the tangled web of mysteries that surrounded him, Duncan took a decisive step forward. Listen, he said, addressing the goat head, Dont stress too much about all of this mysticism and lore. Your primary responsibility remains as the first mate of the Vanished. Your main task is to assist me in ensuring the safety of this ship. Ill handle the complexities and uncertainties.

The goat head seemed momentarily stunned by this, staring up at Duncan as if taken by surprise. Gathering its composure quickly, it replied, Of course, Captain. I understand my duty.

Duncan gave a brief nod of approval. Very well, he said, moving toward a door leading deeper into his quarters. Ill be in my personal room for a while to rest and collect my thoughts.

Aye, Captain, the goat head responded, its tone imbued with a sense of formality and deference.

Without a backward glance, Duncan casually waved his hand in a dismissive gesture as he entered his private chamber, shutting the door quietly behind him. However, rather than taking a moment to relax as he had implied, he walked over to a mirror situated in the corner of the room.

After confirming there was no activity detectable through the door, he approached the mirror and rapped his knuckles against its glass surface.

Almost immediately, the mirror seemed to come to life. Shadows and mists swirled within its reflective plane, coalescing into the figure of Agatha. Once the Gatekeeper of Frost, this shadow now existed within the mirrors spread throughout the ship. She offered Duncan a nod, acknowledging his presence.

You wanted to communicate something to me, something you didnt want the first mate to hear, Duncan said, his expression turning grave. Whats the matter?

Agathas transparent form seemed to solidify a bit as she prepared to speak. Captain, I listened to your conversation with the first mate, she said, her tone serious. I have something important to disclose. Last night, a peculiar incident happened aboard the Vanished. For a brief moment, the ships shadow, its very essence or soul if you will, disappeared.

Duncans eyes narrowed, the weight of her words not lost on him. Agathas revelation added another layer of urgency and complexity to their situation in a world already brimming with enigmas.