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  • Gears shift beneath the southern seas.

    As I look over the wooden edge, there falls a hush over the wind, sifting through the past. Memories fall through like sand. Anti-gravity is all-encompassing as they meander to the ocean floor, slowly fading down as years through time.

    I look to the horizon, envisioning their destination. The moon casts broken glass reflections on the waves. They also sink, frost-burned, past the depth charge abyss rushing to polar shores. There, they find the light again and fade.

    "High tide. She'll carry out past the breakers now. Eat your limes, boy. Master Azibo weren't so lucky. Shame, the man was worth his salt. Ayana Enye will miss him dearly."

    My trance is broken as I finally see the gaunt, scarred face of the Captain out of my periphery. I open my fist and eat the slice of lime.

    "Aye, Cat'n Gahldah."
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