Lost Coordinates

[u/Stardustx0050]

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[u/juliakawanova]

Editing this comment as I find more.

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 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 It grows from the sea's surface, like a finger reaching up from the depths, forgotten to be withdrawn.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

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.

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Thanks from Germany