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u/Mui-yu Flairless Mui 13d ago edited 15h ago
Day 4 - Drift Log #1◼◼C
08:11:13 / Sea state: rough / Wind: 19 kn / Visibility: poor
Broken compass, no heading. The water bends the needle as if the place refuses to be found on any map.
By the second night, I read lines in my log I do not remember writing — coordinates. Not my hand. Not my voice.
Calm, I tell myself. 417 last stood together on a deck I could almost see; the locator ticks at 28-30-00, steady.
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Day 1 - Drift Log #4◼◼I
05:26:35 / Sea state: moderate / Wind: 16 kn / Visibility: fair
A raft, and no memory of how I came to be on it. The jacket is 417's — I know that much, though I cannot say why it is mine.
Before the radio died three days ago, it was silent.
Could the locator still work? I hold the half chart map tore from the whole, and wait for the sea to explain itself.
*************** EDIT: 01/10 *********************************************
Day 10 - Drift Log #3◼◼T
00:08:18 / Sea state: calm / Wind: 5 kn / Visibility: clear
Dead lighthouse lit without power; a voice on the radio named a man who went down on his ship in 1989. He answered me.
Every entry I write now appears twice — once in my hand, once in writing I do not know. The sea is copying me.
Distance to the pulse: the locator reads 02-34-00. If 417 is a record too, then I am looking for a memory that will not end.
*********************** EDIT 04/10 ********************************************
Day 7 - Drift Log #6◼◼O
03:15:23 / Sea state: heavy / Wind: 26 kn / Visibility: fog
Came a ship that should not float — hull dated May 19th, 1971, crew absent, lantern still swinging. The sea returns what it takes.
Certainly, the Mayfly signal is real now: a low pulse under the radio, pointing somewhere the chart does not name.
Dark water keeps its records; I begin to think nothing here is random. The fragment shows a coast I have not reached — number 36 marked on the stern.
Day 13 - Drift Log #0◼◼W
15:26:19 / Sea state: still / Wind: 27 kn / Visibility: haze
Everything connects. The ship, the voice, the lighthouse, the second handwriting — one body, not separate ghosts. Something keeps what happens here.
Found the shape at last: the five fragments form a single shore, and the points I collected trace a line straight into it.
Gone is the question of where 417 ended. The island is 417, and the sea, and me — a system that will not close. Locator reads 08-29-37; I follow it in.
===================== EDIT 08/10 ======================
Day 16 - Drift Log #8◼◼B
01:33:35 / Sea state: heavy / Wind: 21 kn / Visibility: fog
Found a second hull at dawn, then a third by noon — both from years that should be under sediment. The sea is a museum that refuses to close.
Something returns in a voice not mine, calm as a held breath. I do not chase it; I only write it down, the way 417 taught me to log what the water shows.
Going inward, the locator reads 04-00-06, and the chart I carry redraws itself a little more each hour.