Among sailors there is a tale of a stretch of ocean, uncharted and unmapped by any sailing crew. It’s said that anyone who braves these waters may be blessed with their wildest dreams coming to life. Because of this the waters have been bestowed the name “the ocean of stars” as it said any ship brave enough to challenge its waters will glide across it like a shooting star and have even the most challenging dreams become reality
One crew who was brave enough to go on this treacherous journey hit the uncharted waters tides. Each bash against their ship and each scorning wind which bellowed into their frozen red ears would ring with the seas veracious cries. And whilst every sailor on the ship did their part in the crew to keep it afloat admits the terrible weather a young girl sat idle in her cabin being battered around by the nauseous turnings of the tides.
The girl didn’t look like she could have been much help to the crew anyways and as she sat in her cabin with a dimly lit oil lamp being her only companion during this storm, she sat writing in an old, tattered journal which looked like it itself had been beaten by the storm. Pages upon pages had been piled on top of each other. Some looking as if they’d been added in by hand like it had originally been all used up. Despite its dishevelled look the girl continued to write within it anyways almost as if she was possessed to.
April 23rd 17xx
The winds are harsh, and the waves are harsher, more aggressive even. I am no help to the crew and the captain told me I ought to stay put down in my Cabin until the raging weather subsides. I mean I ain’t got no muscle to begin with I’m a navigator and mapper I’m not built for hoisting sails or whatever it is they do. I draw maps and set our charts onto new places. I would help the crew out, but the captain says I’m too young to be doing a job like that. Maybe when I’m older he’ll let me but for now I’d just be in the way. That’s something we can all agree on.
Though recently the crew has been awfully ambitious. They said they wanted to try going into uncharted waters. I suppose when we landed to rest our legs and stock up on land they heard about the old sailing tale from the locals. I told them it was a death sentence to even try going into those waters. I mean nobody has ever come back alive from the exhibitions there. There have been no tales to tell since everyone’s ships end up shipwrecked or missing. But I guess there’s that hungering pang for adventure so here we are. Going onwards and over to our death just like many other crews before us.
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Despite my disapproval the captain told me that we were going regardless and that I could either stay at the local town until they return, or I can continue to navigate their crew. Well, it’s not like I have anyone to go back to. The crew is my family as far as I’m concerned so I had to reluctantly agree no matter if my heart told me not to go.
I’m worried more so for everyone else more than myself. I know I’m young, but the crew isn’t I don’t want them to over-exert themselves on harsh weathered waters like this and I’m afraid the weather will only get worse. When I told the captain this he just laughed and said “Well that’s just that then isn’t it? We’ll go straight to her gull and if we are to succumb to her wrath then so be it!” He said that with glistening eyes and a hearty laugh. I envy his courage and his careless attitude but even the most senseless of people would’ve understood his courage to brave these waters was misplaced.
The waters are raging, and the wind is relentless like a banshee’s cry, and we’ve almost gone under fully from what I can count a total of three times. For a ship like this it’s a miracle we’re even afloat still. I fear though our total damnation is coming into fruition though I can hear the yelling of the crew growing desperate. All I can do is pray for a miracle but even that wouldn’t be enough.
It'll be a while until this storm subsides completely, so I’ll stay put and hopefully drift away to sleep. But I doubt it’d be that easy if it was that easy, I would’ve done it already.
The raging tides continued to roar outside and as she flicked her pen against the dishevelled pages, her oil lamp flickering to the sways of the ship a daunting feeling befell the girl as what she had feared the most had come true. The shipped had lost the battle and been engulfed under the waves. Unknowing of her crews situation or of what would happen to herself she silenced her oil lamp after the final strokes of her pen believing this to be the last she’s ever to be heard from and if by some miracle someone were to find her either dead or alive they’d find this small girl clutching her overbearing journal of both wonders of the world and a young ladies longing.
My time on this earth was brief. I am reluctant to say that but its all possible. If we make it out alive which the possibility of that happening is a null of a chance, I’m grateful for the life I’ve lived. If anyone dares to even challenge the punishment of undine, then so be it but I urge them not to if they value their lives.
She bit her lip as tears welled up in her eyes, her cheeks flushing a cold red as she came to terms with her finality. With what little she could do she sat under her small writing desk and curled into a ball, clutching the already dying journal in her hands like a coveted jewel. She silently sat there and wept until she couldn’t no more.
