Ship Chart Novels & Stories

Seedlings gave us hope for a future at safehold. My mother stood beside me, excited almost. As if she couldn't wait to pay an old friend a visit. Some crew members stayed behind to help rebuild homes, while some would depart permanently at Rapier Port. Bittersweet, but I understood. I didn't know if Charles would be in Rapier Port, but as we pulled beside the pier, I saw a sparkling and brand new ship with the flag of a heart outlined in a ribcage. The Bone Heart. As I said, predictable.

"The engineers who built my father's invisible digital scaffolding are officially blind. Victor! Confirm the status of the vessel." "The Apapa Star is holding her position, boss," Victor called out from the auxiliary terminal, his fingers flying across his keyboard as he monitored the maritime navigation tracking. "The automated navigation script didn't trigger the self-destruct. The master override block caught the smart contract before the local servers could wipe the data payload. The ship is still steaming toward our private Brooklyn pier but we have a live anomaly on the console."

The Deep Margin Current I stood at the helm of the blue ship as the anchor cleared the black fluid with a heavy, dripping clank. We didn't use a compass. The standard iron compass Xander had taken from the Spire’s observatory was useless here; its needle simply spun in circles, driven mad by the lack of a geographic grid. Instead, we followed the white line of the origami fleet. The thousands of tiny paper boats moved in a tight, dense column, their sails glowing with the faint emerald pulse of the willow leaf, cutting a clean, white path through the velvet black mist of the outer basin.

“How can it still be sailing after all these years?” Henry looked toward the sea. “Because every generation restored it.” “It wasn’t just a ship.” “It was a promise.” ⸻ Below deck, Marcus spread another nautical chart across the table. “Our current course takes us east.” Gabriel pointed to a chain of tiny islands. “We change direction here.” Marcus looked surprised. “That’s longer.” “By twelve hours.” Gabriel nodded. “But anyone following us will think we’re avoiding Black Haven.” Elias smiled. “A false trail.”

Now she was no sail man or sea expert, but from the basic head-of-the-house education she had received, she was damn sure that this yacht wasn’t sailing in the right 'safe' direction. “Mr. Albrecht?” She called out and took a step towards the navigation system. As she got closer her thoughts slowly formed into reality. “Where exactly is this damned ship sailing off to?” She asked and increased her pace towards the navigation system. She gripped onto it and her eyes fluttered. The ship was sailing north and in the wrong direction of north.

“Please don’t tell me that’s another carrier.” Victor shook his head. “It’s bigger.” Emma blinked. “Bigger than the Leviathan?” Sophia’s expression became serious. “Yes.” Lewis looked at the radar carefully. “What kind of ship is that?” Victor scanned the signal. But the system could not identify it. Daniel sighed. “That’s never a good sign.” Emma whispered, “It’s still very far away.” Sophia nodded. “Yes.” Then she looked at Lewis. “But it’s coming directly toward us.” The room fell silent again.

While Lina focused on her duties, she had also familiarized herself with the ship's layout and mapped it out. Each night, Renee spent time on the deck, using wind speed and direction to estimate their course toward Southeast Aciatic. Lina crawled up and approached her. "Renee, do you truly believe this ship is heading to Southeast Aciatic?" "That's what my calculations indicate," Renee replied, drawing a rough map on a piece of paper. "Based on the wind's speed and direction, we should reach Southeast Aciatic. Of course, it's only our speculation."

This is not a picture, but a geographical map of our planet. Igor. What is it? Kaiser. It's a description of where we are. Igor. And where are we? Kaiser. We are at this point on the map (Kaiser points to the map), to be more precise, the Ship " Ark " sails in the Atlantic ocean with coordinates 0 degrees North latitude and 30 degrees West longitude. Igor. Do these numbers mean our location on this map? Kaiser. Right. Igor. But why don't we sail to the mainland?

The next morning, the day broke bright and clear but Aki and Temujin were late getting up. Sasha prepared breakfast and started the hippocamps pulling again. Even then, Aki and Temujin looked bleary-eyed and had trouble staying awake. “Step to, me hearties, and keep a weather eye on the horizon!” Sasha shouted to them as he came down the companionway to the main hold. In one corner was a long table where they would spread out maps and navigational charts or, like now, eat their meals.

He didn't dare waste another second and went to make the arrangements himself. Meanwhile, out in international waters, Chris called the ship's steward over. "Have the captain change course. Head west." The steward hesitated. "But that'll take us off the route the supply ship uses." Chris lifted his eyelids and looked at him coldly, the weight of the look leaving no room for argument. "There's still more than a month's worth of supplies on this ship. Missing a boat or two won't matter." The steward's throat tightened, and he didn't dare say another word.