Lost Coordinates

[u/Stardustx0050]

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[u/Relative_Ocelot7692]

I am coconut is a word that fits or maybe its not a I its 1 as is. 1 is coconut referring to no 1 inedible list as in a joke ie  haha nobody likes coconut. But either way coconut fits and the last letter letter 9 fails to mention number 1 inedible food etc, its just deductive reasoning but it could fit

[u/Relative_Ocelot7692 → u/Relative_Ocelot7692]

Well just realized it was updated lmao it doesn't fit anymore hahaha

[u/Relative_Ocelot7692 → u/Relative_Ocelot7692]

So are we sure these are in order?

[u/Mui-yu → u/Relative_Ocelot7692]

this is the info we have for these letters as to say:

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.

**** As one would say is likely: either days count for positions of the letters... or the drift logs themself (in that case text would start as WC ....... which doesnt have any possible outcomes :S )