The Sea of Shadows
Excerpts from the log book of HMS Mordgard
Below are some excerpts from the log book found in the wreck of HMS Mordgard.
Year 25 on the Sea, 5th of June
I think I saw some sort of mermaidlike Native witch steal a dog from Admiral
Year 27 on the Sea, 12th of March
I need to find the bastard who keeps painting triangles in my door. Getting annoying. Told Richard to look into it.
Year 27 on the Sea, 13th of March
I can hear the pistons of the machines, the grinding of its gears, I can smell the smoke from its furnaces as it makes nothing out of something. His masterpiece.’
Year 27 on the Sea, 14th of March
Written in shaky letters
I did not write yesterday’s note. Nobody even opened the book yesterday.
Year 28 on the Sea, 32nd of November
Interesting man, Captain Amos. He seems to have somewhat bought into the spiritualism of the Natives, and has an interesting theory about a man’s Mind, Body and Soul, and how they are both separate and equal. A whole lot of bollocks if you ask me, but HMS
-————’s Captain seems to believe it. There is something a bit frightening about that man, if I am completely honest.
Year 29 on the Sea, unclear date
Entry has a note attached to it, stating that “This did not happen officially”
Lost a lot of good men today, something that shouldn’t exist attacked us. Bloody thing butchered fine, honest poetry. Still, I have to admit he did have a sense of honor – once I bested him in a duel, he ordered his men to retreat. Even gave us his illgotten gains. What a strange shark. I mean, pirate. Sharkmen don’t exist, as our observer keeps reminding us.
Year ?? on the Sea, th of ?
We saw ourselves. And we came back to London months before we left.
This sea is strange and dark, and we are fools to think we might ever understand it, let alone master it.
the date has been scratched out
I can’t believe it. Here, on this oasis in darkness, we found him. Captain Benton of HMS Hotspur. He is alive.
Year 30? on the Sea, 8th of October, final entry
… It won’t be long now. The men are doing their best to flee the beast, and I wish them the best. I will be going down with the ship. I only pray that my sacrifice will quell its wrath – that the thing returns to the darkness from whence it came.
I hear nothing. I see only darkness.The end is close.