Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 474: Morris’s Knowledge Blind Spot
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Chapter 474: Morris’s Knowledge Blind Spot

Morris was called to the captains quarters as the evening sky began to darken. As he entered, he found Captain Duncan already waiting for him, standing beside a table overflowing with navigation charts. On the desk nearby, there was a disorganized heap of books. These were collected from various places like Pland and Frost, and some were even acquired during their interactions with the enigmatic Mist Fleet.

Since it had been established that reading posed no harm even while at sea, the ships library had grown considerably. This was probably due to the sailors hunger for entertainment and the captains endless curiosity.

Morriss eyes roved over the books, taking in the wide array of subjects they covered. They ranged from stories of city-states, authoritative records of past events, to the more controversial and provocative works that explored outlandish theories about the end of the world. For Morris, a seasoned scholar, the assortment both intrigued and unnerved him.

The sheer diversity of the collection hinted that Captain Duncan was on a quest for knowledge that wasnt easily categorized. The invitation to the captains quarters now made sense Duncan mustve needed Morriss expertise on a particular topic.

Feeling a sense of trepidation, Morris whispered a silent prayer to Lahem, the God of Wisdom, seeking his divine guidance for clarity and understanding. Subconsciously, he also caressed the multi-colored charm bracelet on his wrist, drawing comfort from it, before finally sitting down to face Duncan. How may I assist you, Captain? Morris inquired.

Knowing Morriss wary look, Duncan said, Ive encountered some puzzles that I believe your vast knowledge might help solve. He laughed softly, trying to ease the tension, Relax, it might be just a query about our past.

Could it be merely a question of history? What could be so mysterious that even the master of the Vanished ship hesitated to approach it directly?

Though Captain Duncans words were meant to be reassuring, Morris couldnt help but feel the weight of the situation. To calm himself, he mentally recited Lahems name multiple times, invoking the gods protective blessings. Taking a deep breath to center himself, he said, Alright, Captain, Im all ears.

Duncan hesitated for a moment, noticing Morriss heightened anxiety. He composed himself, then asked, In all your studies, have you ever read about an event where a vast, man-made object plummeted from the sky, causing a massive fire and a blinding flash of light? Maybe this object broke apart upon impact, with its fragments spreading across various lands?

Morris was taken aback by the question, clearly not expecting this line of inquiry. He met Duncans piercing gaze, momentarily stunned. Is that the extent of your question? he managed to ask, his voice quivering slightly.

That sums it up, Duncan affirmed, though he was careful not to provide too much detail, wanting an unbiased answer from Morris. Have you come across any historical accounts that match this description?

Still somewhat shocked by the unexpected query, Morris took a few moments to gather his thoughts. After a considerable pause, he responded, his voice filled with uncertainty, To my knowledge, theres nothing in the records that fits that exact scenario.

Are you including both the acknowledged histories and those less-accepted tales? Duncans question, while persistent, wasnt unexpected. Considering how stories get warped over time, its entirely possible that this event has been embellished and turned into legend, or even incorporated into some blasphemous teachings, especially if it took place many eons ago.

Taking a moment to consolidate his thoughts, Morris replied, Im quite certain of what I know. That includes the sanctioned historical accounts, the untold tales whispered in hushed tones, and even those controversial theories that many would label as heresy. Ive yet to encounter a tale resembling what you describe. Still, the world is vast and its tales, even vaster. There might be isolated folktales or hidden chronicles that slipped my notice. But, Morris hesitated before adding, If such an event has eluded my knowledge, uncovering more information might prove challenging. You might consider turning to the vast collection at the Great Library of the Academy of Truth or seeking out ancient tomes in Mok and Wind Harbor.

After processing Morriss words, Duncan slowly nodded, In that case, Id like you to reach out to your scholarly peers and delve deeper. And, if it comes to it, we can initiate a dialogue with the esteemed Academy of Truth.

The gravity in Duncans voice was palpable, causing Morris to acknowledge with an earnest nod. There was an air of urgency, suggesting that this was not just an academic curiosity.

Although Morris had dedicated his life to studying history, his natural thirst for knowledge was still very much alive. He ventured, Captain, might I inquire about the root of this quest of yours?

Taking a deep breath, Duncan finally divulged, In truth, Im not entirely sure. Ive been plagued by haunting visions. Their precise meaning eludes me, but Im convinced they bear ties to both the current state of our world and tales long forgotten.

Nodding with understanding, Morris responded, Ill leave no stone unturned in my investigation.

Morris refrained from probing Duncan further about the visions. He understood the need for balance in curiosity, treading the line between being uninformed and dangerously obsessed.

As Morris was about to leave, Duncans voice, tinged with an air of mystery, interjected, While you search, keep the term New Hope at the forefront of your inquiries.

Pondering on the words, Morris speculated, Does that refer to a ship by any chance?

Duncan paused, then nodded slowly, a complex emotion flitting across his face, Indeed. A ship. But not just any ship. A ship from the vast expanse of the cosmos, one that met a tragic end due to a catastrophic engine failure.

Far away, in the southern port of Frost, a secret underground facility buzzed with activity. Engineers, ageless and eternally dedicated, revived practices and knowledge from fifty years prior. Dusty blueprints were pulled out from long-forgotten storage, and engineers as ancient as the designs they held gathered amidst a chaotic array of machinery, tubing, and wires, exchanging technical jargon and ideas that would sound alien to an outsider.

In the grand hall, Tyrian occupied a quiet corner, observing the flurry of activity as his team worked diligently.

I would never have imagined these blueprints would come into play again in my existence, mused a skeletal undead engineer, half his body augmented by intricate steam-powered devices. He held up a blueprint with a combination of bone fingers and metallic digits. Observe these improved drainage systems and equilibrium mechanisms. The design of this submarine has evolved over time, but its foundational concept remains untouched. To descend, fill it with water, to ascend, release the water, all while maintaining balance with the ballasts positioned beneath the cabin

Tyrian looked over, an eyebrow raised slightly. While I share in your enthusiasm, he began with a tone of amusement, Id like to remind you of your current condition. Youre no longer among the living.

A dry, raspy chuckle emerged from the undead engineer, revealing a mouth of mismatched, decaying teeth. Its much the same really. Being undead has its own perks. He lightly tapped the steam mechanism that powered his half-mechanical body, coaxing some stuck gears back to life. Looking towards the submarine, now surrounded by his fellow undead engineers, he let out a sigh of nostalgia. This really makes me wonder about its creators. The thought, care, and ingenuity poured into this machine is evident. Its a testament to their desire for it to serve a purpose.

Tyrian, lost in thought, simply nodded. After a prolonged silence, he finally said, Focus on your task. The submarine could be pivotal for us this time. We cant afford errors.

Aye, Captain, replied the undead, moving away. As Tyrian watched him go, he took a deep, albeit unnecessary, sigh. Suddenly, a soft glow and a faint hum emanated from a crystal ball lens adjacent to him. Lucretias voice playfully rang out, Tough day at the office, dear brother? Governance isnt as simple as piracy, now is it?

Turning to face the slowly illuminating crystal ball, which now projected Lucretias image, Tyrians face was stoic. I relocated this device from the ship so you could reach out during crises, not for casual banter.

Lucretias laughter filled the space. Youre not the feared pirate anymore, dear Brother. As a governor, one must strike a balance between gravitas and affability. Her playful demeanor shifted as she leaned in, her eyes searching, Im genuinely curious. Is this truly the doing of our father?

Heaving another sigh, Tyrian answered, What else could it be? Fathers managed to make monumental changes here. The entirety of Frost is now under his sway. I find solace in believing hes regained his lost humanity. And while his plans have caught me off guard, theyre not entirely unwelcome. Both Frost and the Mist Fleet are now in good hands.

Lucretias usually playful demeanor shifted as her teasing smile faded. With a thoughtful expression, she hesitated for a moment before voicing her concern, How is father these days? Is he truly well?

Tyrian nodded, offering a reassuring glance. Hes thriving. On the Vanished, he spends most of his time either indulging in fishing or tending to a dove. Meanwhile, his avatar in Frost enjoys a serene walk in the local park every morning. In the afternoons, he oversees the engineering projects here. If it would put your mind at ease, next time hes around, I could activate the crystal ball. Then, you could converse with him directly.

No, no! That wont be necessary! Lucretias response was swift and a tad louder than she intended. Collecting herself, she adopted her usual poised posture and added, I I need to mentally prepare for such an interaction. Lets put that aside for now. Theres a considerable amount on my plate here, after all.

Curiosity piqued, Tyrians eyebrow arched. What might you be so preoccupied with over there? he inquired, taking the opportunity to press on another matter of interest. On that note, how has your research been progressing? Any updates on that fragment that reportedly plummeted from the heavens?

Lucretia hesitated, momentarily lost in thought. She had hoped to steer the conversation away from this topic, but now, faced with the question, she exhaled a heavy sigh of resignation.

We havent made any significant breakthroughs, she admitted, her tone tinged with frustration. Even Taran El, the esteemed scholar from Wind Harbor, is completely stumped.