Duncan gently pushed the door to the captainâs cabin open and made his way inside, immediately drawing the gaze of Goathead, who rested atop the navigation table. Under the subdued lighting of the cabin, Goatheadâs eyes followed him in silence, a stark contrast to the usual bustle of seafaring life.
With a nonchalant air and a wave of his hand, Duncan announced his return, âDuncan Abnomarâ Iâm back,â before peering out the window, curiosity lacing his tone, âWhere are we now?â
Before entering the cabin, Duncan observed that their ship had successfully navigated through the ominous dark mist. Now, he noted, the fog blanketing the sea had transformed back to its mundane shade of grayish-white. The dense fog appeared almost serene under the light, rolling silently in the distance.
âWe arrived at the boundary line of six nautical miles about fifteen minutes ago. The fleet is currently on standby, awaiting your orders,â the Goathead responded, its voice creaking as it moved its head to maintain its gaze on Duncan, âYou⌠seem to have ventured far or been absent for quite some time. At first glance, I scarcely recognized you.â
Duncan listened to Goatheadâs words, which carried a hint of unease, but he merely gestured dismissively with his hand. Rather than approaching the navigation table as he typically would, he pivoted slowly, his attention seemingly caught by something else. His eyes settled on an antique brass lantern that hung unassumingly on the wall beside him, its presence as ordinary as any other item in the room when unlit.
With a deliberate motion, he removed the lantern from its hook and scrutinized it closely, its antiquity evident in his careful handling.
âDo you intend to visit the lower deck?â inquired Goathead from behind him, a note of perplexity in its voice, âThe lower deck is presently calm, requiring no intervention, and given our critical junctureâŚâ
âNo, Iâm not headed to the lower deck,â Duncan cut in, bringing the lantern back to the navigation table and setting it down with a casual air, âWhat can you tell me about this lantern?â
Goathead seemed momentarily taken aback by the captainâs abrupt shift in focus, especially after his prolonged absence and sudden return. Nonetheless, it replied after a brief pause, its tone reflective, âIn terms of its function, I believe Iâve already informed you. However, if youâre inquiring about its origins⌠then, I must admit, it was already here when I boarded.â
âThis lantern was part of the Vanished from the beginning,â Duncan mused, a spark of realization igniting in his eyes. A question then dawned on him, one he had never thought to ask before, âWait, how do you know about the lanternâs purpose then? Who explained its function to you? And what about the other items on this shipâŚâ
âThe ship itself imparted the knowledge to me,â Goathead began, pausing momentarily as it adopted a more solemn tone, âI am acquainted with the purpose of everything aboard this vessel. A significant portion of this understanding is derived from the shipâs own âmemory,â while the remainder comes fromâŚâ
It trailed off, allowing its gaze to drift towards Duncan, caught in a brief spell of hesitation.
âFrom a time long past, when âthe captainâ was still capable of thought and sporadic communication.â
Duncan acknowledged this revelation with a nod, signaling he did not wish to delve deeper into the matter, and redirected his focus to the lantern in question.
Observing the captainâs intense scrutiny of the lantern, Goatheadâs curiosity was piqued. It closely inspected the familiar object and noted Duncanâs grave demeanor, âIs there an issue with this lantern?â
ââŚItâs fine,â Duncan momentarily hesitated, aware that discussing the subjects related to âthe other sideâ of the door in Goatheadâs presence was imprudent. Thus, he opted for a more indirect inquiry, âI was just wondering whether this lantern serves any additional purposes beyond offering solace during inspections of the lower deck?â
âAs far as I am aware⌠its sole function is as you described,â Goathead replied after a brief contemplation, earnestly providing its understanding, âIt accompanies the captain through the shadowy recesses, remembered by the ship for this role⌠perhaps, you could seek insights from Miss Lucretia?â
Duncan considered this for a moment, when abruptly, a shadow began to swell in a nearby mirror, soon giving way to Agathaâs form materializing from within the darkness, âCaptain, weâve intercepted a signal from the direction of the lighthouse, inquiring if an incident has occurred.â
With a sigh, Duncan stood, replacing the lantern on the wallâaware that the Bright Star along with the trio of church warships that served as both escorts and navigators, awaited his directive.
Recognizing the importance of their mission to explore the border, particularly given the perilous nature of the âouter seasâ beyond the six nautical miles boundary line, he knew any delay was inadvisable.
âInstruct Vanna to reach out to her peers. Tell the church warships to draw near the lighthouse and convey to Sailor that he is to be ready at the stern. Weâre poised to cross the boundary.â
âUnderstood, captain.â Agatha gave a respectful bow, her form gradually dissipating into the mirrorâs shadow.
Subsequently, Duncan exited the captainâs cabin, his steps taking him across the deck shrouded in fog until he ascended the stairs beside the cabin, leading him to the expansive stern deck.
The Boundless Sea stretched out before him, its surface mirror-like and tranquil under the cover of a dense gray fog. The sky overhead was overcast, yet there was a distinct âglowâ permeating the clouds and mist, an illumination unlike that of sunlight or the Worldâs Creation, casting a diffuse light that saved the sea from total darkness.
This unique âglowâ that permeates the border seas is a phenomenon that persists even on days when the sun is hidden from view, casting a surreal light over the waters.
âSo many breathtaking scenes, so many mysteries yearning for explorationâŚâ
These words drifted towards Duncan from a nearby presence. Turning towards the source, he observed Morris standing at the edge of the stern deck, his gaze lost in the dense fog stretching into the distance.
The venerable scholar was clad in an old, worn coat, an unlit pipe in hand, his features etched with contemplation. Feeling Duncanâs eyes on him, Morris turned, offering a smile tinged with self-mockery.
âJust a bout of sentimentality, Captain. Itâs hard not to feel a twinge of regret when faced with the prospect of the worldâs demise and surrounded by innumerable phenomena that could occupy several lifetimes of study.â
Duncan remained silent, simply joining the old scholar to gaze out into the fog.
Amidst the mist, a monumental lighthouse loomed, an architectural marvel that merged the functionality of a lighthouse, the sanctity of a church, and the innovation of a steam-powered platform. At its foundation lay a steam core, powering a vast harbor, atop which sat a church, its design inspired by the storm. The churchâs central spire served as the base for the lighthouse, around which a solemn black structure twisted upward, forming a spiraling exterior. Sacred steam pipes, nestled between each twist of the spiral, were visible, and crowning the structure was the âtorch,â a blessed flame that shone with an intensity surpassing any mundane light, its brilliance a testament to the churchâs prayers. Even in the dense fog that blankets the border seas, its light pierced through the mist.
Yet, its reach faltered at the chaos beyond the six nautical miles, a realm no longer bound by âorder.â
âThat is the âlighthouseâ erected by the Storm Church at the eastern border. The other three major churches control similar beacons,â Vanna added, having approached the stern deck as well. âHer Grace Helena mentioned that these lighthouses represent the pinnacle of the churchesâ achievements in their border expeditions. They can sustain communication and navigation for a short period beyond the six nautical miles boundary line, but thatâs the extent of their capability.â
The sound of steam whistles filled the air, a reminder of the nearby seasâ activity. The three church warships, tasked with navigation, slowly passed the Vanished and Bright Star, making their way towards the enigmatic lighthouse shrouded in fog.
The church warships had fulfilled their role; the next phase of âcrossing the boundaryâ was a journey they were not equipped to join. It marked the conclusion of the livingâs contribution to the expedition, paving the way for the âghost shipâ to assume command.
Duncanâs attention was drawn by the sound of hesitant steps approaching. Turning towards the source, he observed Anomaly 077 making his way towards him, a figure of uncertainty.
Adorned in a ânaval uniformâ that he had acquired from an unspecified source, the attire hung awkwardly on his emaciated, decayed form, a stark contrast to the remnants of his original, tattered clothing. The uniform, ill-fitting on his withered body, seemed an attempt to cloak the remnants of mortality.
âThis was provided by the churchâŚâ Anomaly 077, catching Duncanâs eye, quickly gestured with his hand, âI thought it proper to dress more appropriately⌠a touch of formality never hurts.â
Duncan offered a nod of acknowledgment and casually inquired, âAre you prepared?â
ââŚTo be honest, Iâm feeling somewhat apprehensive,â Sailor admitted, his fingers instinctively adjusting a button on his uniform before he composed himself, striving to project a semblance of reliability, âBut I am ready.â
Foregoing further conversation, Duncan lifted his gaze towards the Bright Star and silently communicated: âLucy.â
âIâm here, Papa.â
âSailor is set to take control. Youâll need to maintain close proximity to the Vanished,â Duncan instructed with gravity, âMoving forward, Iâll cease to restrain Anomaly 077âs influence and will instead amplify his presence. Should all proceed as planned, the Bright Star will be enveloped by his powers as well. Weâll navigate the âcorrect courseâ towards the final abode of the Storm Goddess.â
Lucretia responded with a voice that conveyed both calm and resolution: âUnderstood, Iâll keep pace.â
With a nod and a deep inhalation, Duncanâs gaze shifted back to Anomaly 077, who had now taken position at the helm. freeweÉnøvel.com
ââŚHelmsman, execute your duties.â
âYes, Captain!â
The declaration came with a force and volume that belied Sailorâs typically raspy voice. Grasping the helm with both hands, he initiated the transition.
Almost immediately, a greenish light began to shimmer around the Vanished, gradually extending to encompass the Bright Star in its glow.
The sound of squeaking and creaking filled the air as if the very fabric of space was contorting. The visages of both ships took on an ethereal quality before adjusting their bearings and surging forward into the denser fog.
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As they embarked on this boundary-crossing venture, Duncan was greeted by the sound of steam whistles.
Initially, it was the trio of church warships bidding farewell, followed by the signal from the border-standing church lighthouse, and finally, the resonant calls from the vessels of the Storm Church anchored near the lighthouse.
These steam whistles, echoing at the edge of the known world, heralded the Vanished and Bright Star as they accelerated once more, bidding adieu to the realm of the living and crossing into the unknown.