tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345781942011-04-21T15:14:29.360-07:00BeckoningChasmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16102784618132071055noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34578194.post-1158518132506411902006-09-17T11:34:00.000-07:002006-09-17T11:54:04.500-07:00The waters slowly subsided into a churning calm, and the air began clearing as well. Within a half-hour, they could look out over the ocean to some distance.<br /><br />“There’s nothing here,” said the mate, his voice flat with impatience.<br /><br />“That’s impossible,” the navigator said with terse irritation. “These charts are always accurate. There’s an island here. I’ve been here many times before.”<br /><br />“There’s nothing here now.”<br /><br />The captain cleared his throat. “Perhaps,” he said calmly, “the recent disturbance we encountered might have been severe enough to damage the landscape.”<br /><br />“Sir,” said the navigator. “An entire island cannot disappear in a matter of minutes.”<br /><br />“Perhaps it hasn’t,” the captain said, stretching his arm out over the railing. The others followed the line of his finger.<br /><br />Barely visible in the clearing fog was a dark shape against the light.<br /><br />Orders were given, and the ship swung around to her <a href="http://beckoningchasm.com/blog1">new heading</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34578194-115851813250641190?l=nullisland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BeckoningChasmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16102784618132071055noreply@blogger.com5