When Gray burrowed into the Lost Home, the ship began to billow with thick smoke.
The entire ship seemed to come alive. Its sails, ropes, rudder, and even the deck itself began to rise and fall, beating out a steady rhythm.
Captain Zhang Chongshan rubbed his eyes. He stared, dumbfounded, at the disco-dancing ship and couldn't help but mutter, "Well, I'll be damned. What the hell was that thing that just burrowed in? Don't go breaking my ship."
'If the ship breaks, I'll be out of a job.'
After a good while, the Lost Home finally calmed down.
The Golden Apple Tree's roots and branches were wrapped in cloth and bound by numerous ropes and iron chains, with the other end tied to the Lost Home.
The Lost Home turned and set sail toward the entrance of the Node.
"Put your backs into it," Zhang Chongshan had just finished saying when the Lost Home suddenly lurched. Then, like a runaway stallion, it charged headfirst into the Node.
