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This thread is an open series of posts where any writer is welcome to post short, atmospheric snapshots of ideas and people they'd like to explore on this World. It could serve as a notepad or muse for longer story threads, but such inspirations should be pursued in their own threads, if they will be more than one or two posts.
A large horned puffin flits rapidly across rolling breakers towards its perch, where a mate awaits expectantly. Flying this low to the endless waves risks being snapped up by some unspeakable creature of the deep blue, but, better to risk that than to have any of the circling cormorants steal the fish out of his mouth. It's a clear, blue skied day, with just a few stacking nimbus clouds crashing up majestically against the windward side of a particularly large earthberg.
The floating island looms about three thousand feet overhead, casting a solid shadow across nearly ten square miles of ocean. It's a welcome reprieve for the nesting puffins, certainly, as the father regurgitates mucus-covered sardine bits down the gullets of his children.
The shade is also a reprieve for the salt-spattered man laying face up on the deckboards of the shattered vessel on which the puffins have made their home. How long has it been now, since he was adrift? It's hard to even form a coherent thought amid the salt fever and sunstroke. He stares up at the puffins, hooting and crooning in their small way, and a smile cracks his chapped lips. He wonders if these adorable little birds will enjoy pecking open his belly when he finally succumbs to exposure.
Tired, forlorn eyes turn to regard the looming, drifting bulk of the earthberg as it begins to eclipse the entire sky. Is there perhaps a settlement up there? Should he try to do something?
The castaway vainly lifts his hand towards the shadowed, granite underbelly so far overhead and mimed a grasping motion, as if to seize...something. Who was he kidding. The sailor let the arm drop back to the deck with a dull 'thud', which sent both of the pudgy birds squawking away with indignant fear. A horrible, angry laugh escaped his parched throat. There goes the neighborhood.
Another day passed.
The sailor became aware of himself again and stared down at his swollen, broken legs with a yearning boredom. If only, if only...
The earth island was still overhead. The entire capsized vessel must be caught in its gravity tide -- the zones of intra-ocean tidal pulling that the drifting landmasses formed. Hell, some earthbergs were so massive and close to sealevel that they could pull a boat's draft up out of the waves by a good two or three feet. Dangerous business to be sure, but that's not what had done his boat in.
His mind drifted back to that fateful night.
Storm clouds, lightning and storms like they were inside your very head...the whole sea writhing with thirty foot swells. And here was their little freighter, trying vaguely to make good speed back to Kirden. Powerful storms were not uncommon on Opealon, no sir, but most vessels were more than seaworthy to navigate them. But there had been something different about this storm. It had brewed up a maelstrom, a whirlpool of massive size, and Born Lucky, well, she just hadn't had the steam to cut across the current.
The sailor stared vacantly up at the softly rumbling landmass overhead as the scene painted itself over his vacant corneas. Something had come up out of the water...sharp, and jagged. Dozens of them, all around the whirlpool, like a giant lamprey's maw right below the waves. He'd heard the captain shout a single word over the foam before the Born Lucky ran aground on one of the fangs, and everything had been pain and thunder.
"Charybdis!"
The sailor kept staring, up and up, at that giant island paradise in the sky. At some point, maybe a few hours later, he realized that he had finally died.
No one can say what became of him after that point, but I'm sure you can still find that capsized hull out there somewhere among the waves, along with hundreds more just like it, circling beneath the low hanging earthbergs til the seas of Opealon run dry.
That is...
Unless Charybdis swallows them down first.