Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 781 - 781 778 The Palace at the End of the World

?Chapter 781: Chapter 778: The Palace at the End of the World Chapter 781: Chapter 778: The Palace at the End of the World Something was gradually emerging from the uniform grey-white backdrop, like a long tunnel approaching its end, with a scene at the exit suddenly entering into view.

Sherry agilely climbed up the mast, her eyes wide with excitement as she peered into the distance, shouting joyfully towards the deck, “There’s something ahead! It’s not an illusion; it looks like something solid!”

The scene that appeared at the end of the “course” started to clarify. The surrounding uniform grey-white background began to dissolve as quickly as morning mist under the sunlight. Duncan was the first to distinguish the glimmering water light—then came the mist floating on that water surface and many shadows, big and small, farther away.

Those shadows, large and small, floated upon the water, gradually forming a clear chain of islands.

It was the mysterious “archipelago” that Captain Karan had mentioned in her log!

Everyone aboard the Homeloss had come up on deck, watching the sea and islands that seemed to emerge from nothingness with a mix of bewildered excitement and subtle nervousness. They watched as the illuminated sea rapidly spread to the vicinity, surrounding the Homeloss, the splashing sound of water abruptly rising. Following was a jolt and vibration through the entire ship—the Homeloss had entered these waters. After that long and bizarre “journey through the cracks of time and space,” the sound of breaking waves against the hull was unexpectedly melodious.

The sailor gripped the steering wheel tightly, standing on the elevated platform at the stern, his gaze filled with the rapidly expanding scope of the sea and islands. Fragmented memories seemed to awaken; a series of coherent and incoherent images tumbled through his head, bringing a surge of indescribable dislocation in time—
He remembered this place; he remembered when the Sea Song, after a long period of drifting, finally reached an island, the chaos of voices aboard, the crewmen waking from a lengthy nightmare like walking corpses, the priest who had lost himself suddenly coming back to clarity, people prostrating on the deck that was rusting and collapsing, and then transforming into spiritual bodies and ashes in the sea breeze…

He remembered this place—he even felt he had never left, that he had always been standing on the Sea Song’s bridge.

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