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Ashes Of Deep Sea

Duncan Abnomar was transmigrated to a magical world. Most of the lands of the world had sunken, and the surviving humans could only live on islands. Due to an unknown reason, the world was also contaminated and strange phenomena and things would randomly appear. Humans had developed steam gear technology, and the islands were connected through boats. They survived by studying strange phenomena that happened all around the world. However, as the captain of a scary-looking ghost ship, Duncan was facing a huge challenge. "How the heck do I steer this ship?" Highly recommended by experienced editor: MC is transmigrated to a world mostly covered in water and far from civilization. He becomes the captain of the ghost ship, the 'Homeloss'. He steers through the fog and adventures through the broken world and the unknown deep sea. As he discovers the ruins of abandoned civilization, he would also stumble into the war between the strange phenomena and the devil gods. The story takes place in a combination of ocean and Chutly mythology world, a new and interesting background. It’s an attractive story to read due to the author’s sense of humor and mastery over the ambiance of the story. --------------- Another-style introduction: "On that day, a thick fog engulfed everything. On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship. On that day, he crossed the dense fog and faced a completely overturned and shattered world – the former order was completely gone, and peculiar phenomena dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society. The island city-states and the fleets challenging the sea have become the only lights of civilization left, while the shadows of old days still lurk in the deep sea, waiting to devour this dying world again. But for the new captain, there's only one pressing question – Does anyone know how to sail this damn ship?!"

Yuan Tong · Ciencia y ficción
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417 Chs

Chapter 300: Days Aboard the Homeloss

Aiden returned to the bridge, where Tirian was waiting for him.

"The unloading process is going smoothly, in about an hour we should have everything transferred to the port warehouse," the bald Chief Officer reported energetically, with each fold of his clothing still emitting the strong smell of tobacco, "The sailors who stayed on the island are quite fond of those 'local specialties' you brought back."

"There's a gathering tonight, if you're interested you should join," Tirian said offhandedly then couldn't help but take another look at Aiden, frowning and wrinkling his nose, "Did you light yourself up with your smoking?"

"... I may have overdone it a bit," Aiden touched his nose tip somewhat awkwardly, "Tobacco from Prand always seems to make it... hard to let go."