Navigator’s Log - Day 1
Call me Qoi. Some days ago I left my cottage on the inlet of Old Amuur to once again set out upon the watery parts of the world. Such has been my life since I was old enough to cast a net and tie a line and join a crew.
We are now on our way. We set our course a few days past, and after waiting for the winds to be favorable and the threat of the Seafarers to be minimal, we set off from the port at Amuur Bay. I am recording these logs since, as the navigator on this vessel, this is my responsibility. All logs, along with a faithful accounting of our catch, will be presented to the Fishers Guild upon our return to port. In the event that we befall some calamity upon our voyage and these logs are found, we request that they be presented to the bursar of the Guild for final inspection and review of our expedition.
I sail aboard the Golden Gill alongside a crew of fellow Amuurians. Most of us have sailed together for many years and are well known to each other. This will hopefully make for a pleasant and predictable voyage, as we each know our duties and our routines and are all focused on the goal at hand.
We head for the waters of the Great Sea, off the islands of Hokatau. This season has been a rough one for all of us in the Guild. Our nets have been light and all are worried of what the dry season will bring if our fortunes do not turn. This is why we head out now. We seek a krakengill. That one catch could change everything for our crew and see us set well through the dry season and more. Even if we do not find the k-gill, it is also gorrfish season and time for their annual migration. Our plan, should our hunt come up empty, is to net some gorreys on our way back home. That would not do us as nicely, but it would keep the crew and their families fed for the rest of the season at least. We sail with an empty hold and aim to return with it full one way or another.
The sun is out now and the winds are friendly. This is all we can ask for as we sail west towards our fortunes. We shall return to port within one month should we find the krakengill in the waters near Hokatau – two months if we need to hang around the Cape for gorreys or if we have to avoid Farers along the way. But those are troubles for another time. For now we thank the winds for their breath, the sun for its warmth, and we pray that the sea blesses us with a bounty from its depths.
Navigator’s Log - Day 4
The voyage has been a quiet one so far, which is a good thing. Quiet is the friend of the sailor in the early days of any excursion. Our route has been clear. No sign of Farers. We have a few days ahead of us before we come upon krakengill waters and a few days still to Hokatau. Not much to report, but will try to log every few days at least.
Navigator’s Log - Day 10
Seas remain quiet, which is becoming less of a good thing.
We entered krakengill territory a few days past. We’ve slowed our sail as we hunt, but so far we have come up empty. We circled around to add a few days to our voyage to try to find our quarry, but so far the seas have not answered our prayers for a bounty. Morale remains largely positive, but we all know how important this hunt is, and I wonder how long the mood will stay light.
Navigator’s Log - Day 12
Seafarers spotted today. It’s no surprise that we have finally seen the League. We are coming up on Hokatau, which has long been known as one of the Seafarers League’s base of operations. Our vessel is smaller and faster than most League ships, and we easily distanced ourselves from them, but we will need to be cautious as we make for port.
I will suggest to the Captain that only those who have to leave the ship for official business should do so. It will win no thanks from the rest of the crew, but there are many spying eyes in port.
Navigator’s Log - Day 13
As expected, the crew was less than pleased with the Captain’s orders and onboard assignments while in port at Hokatau, but the grumbling was minimal. We saw two Farer ships outside of the channel on our way in, which probably helped take the bite from any complaints the crew may have had on the order.
I have been selected to head off-ship to help gather information. The Fishers Guild maintains offices here in Hokatau and we can find the latest catch accounts there. That should help us decide which waters to head to next. I will update this log once I return.
Navigator’s Log - Day 14
We are not alone in our empty nets. Seems as if the sea has decided to withhold its gifts from many this season. The catch accounts in Hokatau are the lowest in many years, which does not bode well for our hunt.
We have decided to forget about a krakengill. At this point if we have not found one, it is unlikely there is one to be found in these waters. The Captain and us high-ranking mates have voted to head to the Cape and try for a gorrfish catch. There have been some decent catches in that area this season according to the Guild accounts, and so that is our plan. Gorreys won’t make anyone rich, but they will keep us all fed until the tides turn once again.
Navigator’s Log - Day 21
The Cape lies ahead and we will reach it today. The nets are ready. Morale remains decent, but nearly a month out with nothing in the hold will start to dim even the brightest mood. Hoping for better days ahead so we can head back soon.
Navigator’s Log - Day 24
Nothing. It is as if the waters have been drained. We’ve seen no signs of life, no catches. There’s not even any seabirds looking for an easy meal. It’s uncanny and some of the crew are saying it is a curse. Foolish toss, of course, but that’s how the madness like that takes hold. We’ve got to guard against that kind of talk.
We sent a few divers down over the side to see what they could see. I used to love to dive, but I’m too old for that now. They came up empty anyway. They saw nothing.
Navigator’s Log - Day 28
The crew have voted to head further West. It was a full crew vote, and I said “nay”, but few others joined my side. We are already far past Hokatau. The waters west call to us in our desperation, but I fear those waters, as should the rest of this crew.
If you’ve sailed for as long as I have, you’ve known of those lost to the far waters of the Great Sea. There is a place we do not sail, for while there have been tales told of those who have visited those blue waters and found their nets filled to bursting, there too have been vessels aplenty who have ventured into that area and never been seen again. We call it the Sailor’s Graveyard, or some refer to it as the Void Sea. Either name will do, for both tell of death, which is what those waters bring to anyone foolish enough to navigate there. I fear that we sail to our doom.
Navigator’s Log - Day 30
My admonitions and warnings have fallen upon deaf ears. Desperation guides this vessel, and even the Captain, someone I have sailed beside for many years, has lost all sense of preservation. We cannot return to Amuur with an empty hold, but I fear we will not be able to return to Amuur at all if we continue upon this course.
I pray I am wrong, but the omens fortell of dark days ahead, and we sail to the Void.
Navigator’s Log - Day 33
Our prayers have been answered! There is no other explanation other than the Gods of the waters have heard our pleas and sent their blessings upon us! Never have I seen the nets fill up so fast. Gorrfish and rockies and even some tigerfins! We are saved!
I am happy to also report that my fears of the waters of the Great Sea to the west of Hokatau are unfounded. No evil has stuck us down or swallowed us whole and I have to wonder if the reports of the Sailor’s Graveyard are not, in fact, tall tales made up by other Fishers to keep the plenty of these waters for themselves! A few seasons in these waters and any crew would be set for life! Maybe those “lost” sailors did not disappear, but instead made their fortunes on these waters and left their nets and the Guild behind. Whatever the truth may be, our crew is saved and we are all grateful for the Captain’s brave command. A few more days out here and we will be headed back home with the richest take the Golden Gill has ever seen!
Navigator’s Log - Day 61
So much has happened since I last wrote in these pages nearly 30 days past. I do not know where to begin, but I suppose I should start with the wave.
We had been in the waters of the Great Sea for a few days and our holds were bursting. We knew we needed to head back to Amuur, but the sea continued to bless us and it was hard to deny that good fortune.
It was on the morning of our 36th day out of the port at Amuur Bay when all went quiet. The waters became still and all sounds suddenly ceased, and then the world thundered as if it would split in two. Never have I heard a sound such as that, like a mountain shattering. Three times the thunderous sound ripped through the air, and then the sea answered with a violent reply.
We who were on deck saw the stillness of the water give way to the greatest wave any of us have ever laid eyes upon. We called for everyone to grab hold of something before the wave overtook us, but for many it was too late. The wave lifted up the Gill and threw us as if we weighed nothing. I held onto the rigging of the mainmast. Our main harpooner was beside me, and he too held fast to the ropes. We saw some of our other shipmates who were not as fortunate as us disappear into the wave, but there was nothing we could do for them. All any of us could do was hang onto our own lives as the wave carried us away.
The ship remained upright, which is the only reason any of us survived. The water carried us beyond where any we have known have ever sailed, and when it released us from its grip we found that we had come upon land, but it was a land that did not exist. Or it should not exist, at least, for it appears on no maps which I have ever seen.
I have navigated the waters of this world for many years. I tell you with no amount of undeserved pride that I am good at how I have chosen to make my life, and I know the maps of the watery places of this world as well as any you shall find. I tell you plainly - that land should not have been here. This is the Great Sea. It is the Sailor’s Graveyard. It is the Void Sea. This I know and would swear to any and all, and yet our ship pulled into the waters of a strange port where only sea should be, and our crew’s feet touched upon the soil of an unknown land, and all we knew to be true fell before our eyes.
The days to come would be filled with many new discoveries, including an audience with the people who lived upon this strange, undiscovered land. Our fears that we would be attacked or imprisoned by these people were quickly dismissed, for they treated us with kindness and with curiosity. They were as surprised to see us as we were to see them! Amuurians were unknown to them, and just as we had never set foot upon these lands and had not known of its existence, so too did these people possess no knowledge of the waters beyond their kingdoms.
The port we landed in was called Eaglesport in a kingdom they told us was named Eathyross. Interestingly, while these people were unknown to us and we to them, the name “Mythoss” was upon both our lips, for they called their world Mythoss the same as we. This alone is evidence of some connection between our two peoples. That connection is perhaps long forgotten, but it is there and I will have no argument that it is not. Both of us, we and they, are of this world and I called their land “New Mythoss” for my own sense of this new world versus the Mythoss I have known since birth.
As I have just written, our crew was treated with kindness and all assistance needed was quickly and generously given. Within days a few of us were summoned and asked if we would travel to a place they called the Castle of Four Sides where they said the leaders of this land wished to meet with us to speak further. We were loathe to refuse this request, but Amuurians need to be near the sea, and none can be away from the waters for too long. The trip to this Castle was not short, as they explained, and we feared being away from the water for too great a period would weaken us beyond recovery. Our fears of declining the request of our hosts were unfounded, however, for once we explained our reasoning, they decided that their leaders would come to meet us in Eaglesport instead.
They had many questions for us, as we did of them. In the end, our voyage had proven to be even more plentiful than we had hoped, for while the catch in our hold will most certainly be sold for a hefty sum once we return to Greater Amuur, it is the new lands that we have discovered, and the new friends that we have made, which shall be our legacy and our fortune.
We set out from Amuur Bay as simple Fishers, but we shall return as explorers who have stood upon new lands, met new people, and welcomed new opportunities. Our world has grown bigger, and we are now emissaries between our world and this new one. And so tomorrow we pull up anchor and carry forth stories from this new world as we set sail for more familiar ports. It is a new day for both our worlds, a time of wonder and exploration, for these are truly the Dawns of Discovery.
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Published on 11.03.25