time?”
“Perhaps centuries,” Kwin replied. “Voyages out to sea were never heavily
documented. There’s no real way to tell how long people have been exploring.”
“Or attempting to,” Kai replied. “This is getting a bit creepy, don’t you
think? If even one person made it
back from beyond these borders there would have been books full of what they found,
but I’ve never even heard of the Shuski. And don’t you think it’s weird that in
a dream with supposedly endless possibilities, no one has ever thought to go
out more than this distance from shore?”
“Perhaps, but also consider what we said before,” Kwin continued calmly.
“Once you’re out at sea for days and days and all you see is more empty ocean,
there’s not much motivation to keep searching. This isn’t like the real world;
in here, people are impatient and want to spend their time enjoying themselves,
not searching for what might not even exist.”
At this point, Elvia turned her attention back to the table. So rare was
it for her to give input that the others stopped talking immediately to look at
her.
“There are theories that the Sanctum is neither a globe, nor without
end,” Elvia said. “It is thought that, at a certain point, you are simply
unable to travel any farther. For example, we could sail for months and think
we were going somewhere, but after awe reached a certain point we simply would
not move at all.”
“Ah… what a cruel illusion,” Kwin mused. “People would be out here until
their supplies dwindled then perished, believing that they were so far from
civilization when in fact they were only days from home.”
“Even if that were true, that doesn’t explain the Shuski,” Kai continued.
“Wouldn’t there be a record of them somewhere, even in an obscure history
book?”
“Possibly, but look here.” Kwin pulled the journal closer to her and
pointed to one of the pages in the entry. “It says here that the Shuski are not
a part of the Sanctum itself, just a group of ordinary dreamers. It is very
rare that any dreamer makes history unless they do something of merit, and this
group is just a number of strange people who like to appear blue.”
“I suppose…”
Kai knew that she was right, but the fact that the island was outside the
boundaries of the map still nagged at him.
“You do not look convinced,” Kwin said, looking straight at him.
“I just can’t help but think that something is a bit off,” Kai replied,
and though he didn’t want to frighten Lindsay, he knew it would bother him
until he got it off his chest. “People have been making expeditions for decades
according to this, perhaps even longer. But no one has ever written about
those, not even the attempts. You’d think that even failure would be mentioned,
right? That maybe the Shuski would be mentioned for living so far out there, or
even the island they lived on, but there’s nothing.”
“It may be something we need to ask of the Librarians when we return,”
Kwin suggested.
If we return said an eerie voice in the
back of Kai’s head.
“What if there’s nothing written because people found all these neat
things, but never got back to write about them?” Lindsay asked, taking the
others by surprise.
“If that is true, then we will simply have to break the mold,” Kwin
replied matter-of-factly.
“Does anything ever bother you?” Lindsay laughed, looking relieved at
Kwin’s nonchalance.
“The only things that have ever bothered me in this world are Arc, Wing and
Hercules. I would rather spend my time with a sea monster than those brats.”
“Let us hope we do not have to,” Elvia said quietly.
It took the others a moment to realize she was serious. As if on cue,
thunder rolled overhead and fat drops of rain splattered against the window.
The storm had finally caught up with them. The wind started to howl, and the
waves began to rise higher and higher.
“Is it okay for us to be sailing in this?” Lindsay
“Perhaps centuries,” Kwin replied. “Voyages out to sea were never heavily
documented. There’s no real way to tell how long people have been exploring.”
“Or attempting to,” Kai replied. “This is getting a bit creepy, don’t you
think? If even one person made it
back from beyond these borders there would have been books full of what they found,
but I’ve never even heard of the Shuski. And don’t you think it’s weird that in
a dream with supposedly endless possibilities, no one has ever thought to go
out more than this distance from shore?”
“Perhaps, but also consider what we said before,” Kwin continued calmly.
“Once you’re out at sea for days and days and all you see is more empty ocean,
there’s not much motivation to keep searching. This isn’t like the real world;
in here, people are impatient and want to spend their time enjoying themselves,
not searching for what might not even exist.”
At this point, Elvia turned her attention back to the table. So rare was
it for her to give input that the others stopped talking immediately to look at
her.
“There are theories that the Sanctum is neither a globe, nor without
end,” Elvia said. “It is thought that, at a certain point, you are simply
unable to travel any farther. For example, we could sail for months and think
we were going somewhere, but after awe reached a certain point we simply would
not move at all.”
“Ah… what a cruel illusion,” Kwin mused. “People would be out here until
their supplies dwindled then perished, believing that they were so far from
civilization when in fact they were only days from home.”
“Even if that were true, that doesn’t explain the Shuski,” Kai continued.
“Wouldn’t there be a record of them somewhere, even in an obscure history
book?”
“Possibly, but look here.” Kwin pulled the journal closer to her and
pointed to one of the pages in the entry. “It says here that the Shuski are not
a part of the Sanctum itself, just a group of ordinary dreamers. It is very
rare that any dreamer makes history unless they do something of merit, and this
group is just a number of strange people who like to appear blue.”
“I suppose…”
Kai knew that she was right, but the fact that the island was outside the
boundaries of the map still nagged at him.
“You do not look convinced,” Kwin said, looking straight at him.
“I just can’t help but think that something is a bit off,” Kai replied,
and though he didn’t want to frighten Lindsay, he knew it would bother him
until he got it off his chest. “People have been making expeditions for decades
according to this, perhaps even longer. But no one has ever written about
those, not even the attempts. You’d think that even failure would be mentioned,
right? That maybe the Shuski would be mentioned for living so far out there, or
even the island they lived on, but there’s nothing.”
“It may be something we need to ask of the Librarians when we return,”
Kwin suggested.
If we return said an eerie voice in the
back of Kai’s head.
“What if there’s nothing written because people found all these neat
things, but never got back to write about them?” Lindsay asked, taking the
others by surprise.
“If that is true, then we will simply have to break the mold,” Kwin
replied matter-of-factly.
“Does anything ever bother you?” Lindsay laughed, looking relieved at
Kwin’s nonchalance.
“The only things that have ever bothered me in this world are Arc, Wing and
Hercules. I would rather spend my time with a sea monster than those brats.”
“Let us hope we do not have to,” Elvia said quietly.
It took the others a moment to realize she was serious. As if on cue,
thunder rolled overhead and fat drops of rain splattered against the window.
The storm had finally caught up with them. The wind started to howl, and the
waves began to rise higher and higher.
“Is it okay for us to be sailing in this?” Lindsay
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