Imagine this scene: You're on a creaking ghost ship, pushing open a wooden door at the far end of a corridor, where a dim oil lamp gently sways. In the flickering light, a headless doll in a Gothic dress sits in front of a vanity mirror, holding its own head in its hands. The head turns towards you, slowly revealing a stiff smile...
Duncan felt that, had he not already spent so many days on this ship, and had he not become so familiar with Alice, he would have drawn his gun and fired at her in an instant.
Alice, however, had no idea just how eerie the atmosphere she created had been just then. She obediently popped her head back onto her neck with a "pop" noise, regaining her swift responsiveness. She greeted Duncan with a bright smile, "Good evening, Captain! Were you looking for me?"
It was only then that Duncan composed himself, eyeing the doll suspiciously for what felt like an eternity, "What are you doing here? Why did Goat's Head say you were in the cabin counting hair?"