Long Time No Sea Novels & Stories

"It's been two hours." Noel’s voice cracked as he said it. His fingers were twisted in the hem of his oversized linen shirt, knuckles pale, eyes bloodshot. The moonlight spilled across the beach, but the waves that used to sound like peace now crashed like alarms. All he could hear was the echo of time slipping by. Nico was still gone. “I can’t…” Noel staggered forward, breaking into sobs as he collapsed against Vincenzo’s chest. “It’s been two hours, Enzo. Where the fuck is he?”

he said and she bopped her head almost immediately. “I will, I promise,” she assured him. “The existence of sirens was long wiped from the memories of mankind because of a certain greedy king,” he started. “Who?” Kimorra asked curiously. “You know him. The ruler of Greake, King Edwardo,” the seer revealed and Kimorra was beyond shocked. “My father-in-law? How is that possible?” “I’ll tell you the story.” 22 Years Ago. There was a terrible storm and the waves were coming in huge for them. Everyone ran around frantically, looking for something to hold on to, while the captains screamed orders at the men. With the way things were going, it was obvious they were going to sink.

The sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting golden streaks across the surface of the endless sea. The waves lapped softly at the rocky edge of the shore as Serena’s father stood alone, his cloak flapping lightly in the salt-scented breeze. He hadn’t come here in years—not since his wife passed. Yet today, something pulled him here, to this very spot where sea and sky embraced. The last few months had been nothing short of a storm—his heart torn between the truths he buried and the consequences they finally brought to the surface.

30 minutes later, they arrive at one of the fast-food restaurants near the town on their way back to the central city. Aurora's attention seems a bit distracted since the incident between Ke MingQu and Kinslee at the seashore before. "Are you listening to me?" "Huh? Sorry.." Sighing, he said again. "We can't reach your home at 10 pm. It will be a bit late. Do you want me to inform your family or how?" "Oh..it's okay...I'm not a child. They will not be asking about it either." She replies and swirls her spoon inside the coffee cup in front of her.

It just took this long for them both to find it. This was why they needed to do this their way and not follow any normal rules. They had to make this work for the both of them. As the things around them were all moving at lightspeed, the two of them had to know that their base would be perfect to build exactly what they needed for the life they were going to build together. He smiled as he thought about the future and all he saw. That was going to be the dream he wanted to have.

Three days at sea changed them. The constant motion, the salt spray, the vast emptiness of water in every direction stripped away pretense and left only what was essential. Kaelan stood at the helm for hours, learning Sera's boat, feeling the rhythm of waves beneath the hull. Althea's leg healed steadily, the sea air working miracles the marsh never could. Liam found peace in simple tasks: coiling ropes, checking sails, and being useful. And Elara drew.

She pointed toward the darkness beneath the water. Toward the eye. Toward the thing consuming memory itself. A long silence followed. The longest yet. Even the Witness hesitated. When the answer finally came, it was almost a whisper. Because loneliness changes shape when it lasts too long. The eye beneath the Sea opened again. Not violently. Slowly. The darkness around it seemed different now. Not hungry. Empty. The Witness continued. At first it wanted to be remembered. The Sea darkened. Then it wanted to be noticed.

They reached the Holkar sea which was known to be the largest to sail through. Sometimes men go missing because of the treacherous sea beasts and blowing-amulet sirens. They were all prepared for this sea which would take a week to cross. Holkar was the fifth and most dangerous sea among the seven seas before South. Finlay ensured Ophelia didn't leave the room. Thankfully she had regained her memory, but he couldn't risk having her out there anymore. After what Alexander made her suffer.

At Northshore, they would board a ship and arrive at the island of Bortuguesa in about ten hours. Along the way, Adrian appeared calm as he was secretly consumed with thoughts of the legendary miracle doctor and wondered if the person existed or if the person was even still alive. He was pretty anxious, while Mya was in a rather good mood. She hummed a little song as she drove. About six hours later, the trio arrived at the base of a snowy mountain where the atmospheric temperature dropped. They drove along the snowy mountain for about two hundred kilometers before a sea appeared in the distance. The city built by the sea was the biggest City of Noirsandia, known as Northseaton.

Within minutes, we were escorted toward a smaller but powerful speedboat docked at a private section of the port. The engine roared to life. I stepped aboard without hesitation. The sea stretched endlessly before us, sunlight reflecting off its surface like shattered glass. The Stella Maris was visible in the distance. Small. But not unreachable. As our boat began cutting through the water, wind whipping violently against my face, I gripped the railing tightly. Eight hours. Eight hours without a trace. Too clean. Too quiet. Drake couldn’t have done it alone. And if his cousins were involved, they would have covered every digital footprint, every CCTV feed, every record.