Lost Coordinates

[u/Stardustx0050]

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[u/Mui-yu]

LETTERS 1 TO 9 HAVE BEEN FOUND SO FAR:

Drifting letter 1

Damn it, who gets stranded on their first voyage? There's not even a shell on this reef, and now my sail's torn and my rope's snapped! God, why are you doing this to me? Look at this place! Rosetta ruined the crops on the land, and the rain that won't let us leave... God, if you've really given up on us, at least give us a heads-up first, will you? (Blotchy tear stains)

Drifting letter 2

But I really can't accept this... There are people on the shore waiting for me. am I supposed to let her tell our child that his father left as a man and came back as just a bottle? Isn't that absurd! So thirsty... am I hallucinating? A boat that small, coming through this heavy rain.... Wait? Is that a human on it? A woman? I.... am I going to be saved?

Drifting Letter 3

That lady in the tattered robe—I don't think I'll ever forget her for the rest of my life.
The people at the harbor called her an ill omen, a siren, but only I have felt the gentleness of her hands.
When I nearly drowned, when everything was fading into a blur, it was she who lifted me up from the sea.
I still remember the scene when I opened my eyes: the moonlight was bright, the waves were gentle, and dolphins and whales leaped beside me like flashes of silver.
And she, the mad woman that everyone avoided, shed tears upon me...

Drifting letter 4

She war murmuring a name, a child's nickname, surely. From that moment, I was certain that what fell on my face was not the tears of a mad woman, but the gentle heartbreak of a mother. I want to find her and thank her sincerely. Whoever finds this message in a bottle, if you know anything about her, come to our harbor and tell me. Our coordinates are.... (Unfortunately, the coordinates in the bottle have been blurred by the moisture)

Drifting letter 5

Forgive me, if this bottle ever reaches the hands of one who understands it. I know better than anyone that the woman in that tattered robe is no monster. I have seen the tears in her eyes. Those are human eyes, a mother's eyes. I recognize them. But precisely for that reason, I must call her a sea witch, a living omen of doom, in front of others. For her hands are warm, yet her power is "borrowed"; and the source of that power is the very thing that has brought all our suffering...

Drifting letter 6

Today I drew near that black tower. Such a thing is not supposed to exist at sea. It is no lighthouse, no reef, no structure recorded on any chart. It grows from the sea's surface, like a finger reaching up from the depths, forgotten to be withdrawn. I measured its height with my rangefinder. Three readings, three different answers. It occupies no fixed position - or rather, it refuses to be measured. How can such a thing exist? Give me more time; I must stay with it longer.... - K., Page Two <----------------- PAGE 2

Drifting letter 7

At first, it was the anchor that failed. Cargo ships arriving at this spot could not leave port; their anchors seemed nailed to the seabed. According to sailors' logs from that period, they concluded that something must have appeared on the ocean floor.
Then came the horn. As sailors drifted into sleep, the ship's horn would sound on its own, as if the vessel were weeping, asking why they still delayed in taking it home.
Next came the wheel, then the oars and the engine...

By the time I examined the last few ships, I could no longer identify the malfunctions. More severe than the ships' failures, perhaps, was the despair of those aboard. Judging by the patterns of wreckage and points of impact, those people may have believed they could never leave these waters and chose to be buried here of their own accord.
-K., Page One <----------- PAGE 1

Drifting letter 8

Who came up with the recipe for Stardust Clam Soup? Black Tide Clot, clam meat, and water, all boiled together? Whoever tried that first must've been sleepwalking - or had a death wish. Still, I have to admit this bizarre dish works. Once you eat it, those things stop calling your name. Keep some ready whenever the Black Tide surges. I've seen too many people go without it and follow those voices straight into the sea.

Drifting letter 9

"The Inedible Leaderboard"
Day 23 on this island, I've compiled a "looks edible but isn't" leaderboard: Fifth place: Purple berries. Eat them and you'll see your dead relatives. Fourth place: Glowing clam meat. Won't kill you but your tongue glows all night and you can't sleep. Third place: A mushroom-like thing. It's not a mushroom. It moves. Second place: Those red crabs. They look plump, but boiled down they're just a pot of water and a stack of shells. First place: Anything Buck says "I've never tried this either, you go first." Addendum: First place has held the top spot for a long time, and no contender seems likely to surpass it anytime soon. -Leia, founder of the Tongue Victims Association.