a strange voyage
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We find ourselves amid artificial reef. Our vessel rocks.
about 5 hours ago
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Some of our number help row the craft through sharp grey reef. We take stock of our supplies; only one sack of rich berries left.
about 11 hours ago
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In an instant, day becomes night, and the boat is tossed about.
about 17 hours ago
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We plot our course. The raft requires repairs.
about 23 hours ago
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Pale skies.
1 day ago
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A swarm of insects. Majestic cliffs. A folly.
1 day ago
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The heavens roar with thunder. We will not sleep tonight.
1 day ago
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The future is uncertain.
2 days ago
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The churning waters rock the rickety boat. We drift past an impenetrable airship.
2 days ago
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Pink twilight.
2 days ago
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Something topples overboard; a tankard.
3 days ago
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A light shower of rain. The boat sails onward.
3 days ago
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The wind carries a single leaf. Another dream; this time of when the floating watchers stole our crabs.
3 days ago
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Memories of bones in the surf.
3 days ago
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We think about old alliances with barbarians with intricate braids.
4 days ago
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A mournful tune. Talk of winged companions.
4 days ago
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Cold, hard rain. A prayer to the clouds.
4 days ago
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The endless seas surge. Towering over us, some sort of island.
4 days ago
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Sudden thunder. A prayer to the turbulent heavens. Fungal walls. Rocks tumble and splash.
5 days ago
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The winds rise and the boat speeds along. A cave.
5 days ago
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Our vessel creaks.
5 days ago
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Our raft pushes on.
5 days ago
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The mysterious ocean.
6 days ago
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Restless dreamers. The stars sing gently.
6 days ago
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For some time we drift through dull brown reef, strewn with shipwrecks.
6 days ago
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We remember imperial ships.
6 days ago
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Booming clouds. We will not sleep tonight.
7 days ago
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The moon peeks from cloud.
7 days ago
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An elder sneezes.
7 days ago
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Memories of the clash of spears.
7 days ago
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The moon wanes.
8 days ago
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Lighting arcs across the heavens and the children hang on tight. Sienna hills.
8 days ago
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Dark clouds gather. The elders share tales about sailors who drowned in search of a machine which could speak.
8 days ago
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Pink twilight.
8 days ago
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The smell of grey seasnakes cooking.
9 days ago
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The steely waters surge. The children tinker with spearheads and cloth.
9 days ago
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Vines hang from nearby bluffs. We meet refugees with a fondness for gemstones and barter for sharks.
9 days ago
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Something cries below. The raft continues.
9 days ago
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The seas shimmer. Children count blacked as the elders speak of refugees with crossbows, on a journey to find a handful of smooth grey moonstones.
10 days ago
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Memories of the poison in their hearts.
10 days ago
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A threatening wind rocks our rickety raft. We all train bows on seabats overhead.
10 days ago
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Restless dreamers.
10 days ago
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The malevolent waves sway the vessel.
11 days ago
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The blue. Powdery hills.
11 days ago
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The restless sea. An old woman tells a story about amazons who met their demise long ago.
11 days ago
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The children imitate winged creatures.
11 days ago
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The children ask about strange, distant lights.
12 days ago
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Stars dwindle into morning.
12 days ago
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How long have we been adrift?
12 days ago
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A steam-powered machine covered in sickly lichen passes noisily. Fastenings break from it, splashing into the sea.
12 days ago
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