The dead sea of civilization

A sea ship is sailing on the vast sea, and the crew do not know where they are going. They know everything in the sea, but is it true?

The ship, the Ikarallin Sun, was the first fleet sent by Princess Cerastia to visit the east. However, ten years have passed, and they had lost their way within two days and were now adrift in the sea. In the center of the sea, there was a small, overgrown island, the only place to dock. The sailors on the ship boarded the island daily to find the direction, and returned to the island to rest. Day after day, the captain felt very paralyzed and ordered all the crew to get ready for the fight with the sea with him.

At night, Clooffi got out of bed and took his turn to be on duty, walking toward the crumbling mast. He suddenly found that not far in front of the bow, flashing golden light, like the distant family was calling him home, urging him on the way home. But then, the light gradually spread, and the original flag of the sun and the moon gradually hung down, it seemed that all this was slim. He went to the bow of the ship, quietly looking at every place on the island, he felt very strange, every place on the island is like the small valley of his hometown very much, he began to gradually recall the day when he joined the sailors.

How excited it was that day, the Princess Cerastia personally met the sailors at the dock. The sailors were all strong and young on their shoulders, and the princess herself hung an honorary medal on their chests, wishing them an early return.

Clofi looked at her chest, the golden medal was no longer shining, the golden edge showed dark yellow spots, for ten years, they had believed that little Maria was with them, the princess with them.

The next day, the captain called all the crew on board, and by using the sharp knife, he gave all the last prayer of his life, and set out from the island. The island slowly converged into a point, as when Mary had just left, the crew felt fear and confusion again, but the captain was not, standing quietly and firmly in the bow.

"Captain Philens, what should we do next?" Asked Clooffie, after his long inadequate diet, leaving him badly nourished, cantered gums, no fresh fruit, and of course, so did the other sailors.

"We need the direction." The captain said steadily, in front of a book, above the densely full of words. "What is this, captain?" Against his uncomfortable body, Clofi took a few steps forward, and in the lower right corner of each page of the book, a few piercing words: Ikarallin goddess death list. On the side of the book, a pen is quietly upside down, the lid is open...

"Captain, I am honored to join you on this road." The captain turned back with a happy smile on his old face. "So am I."

The ship drifted on the sea, boundless, they looked out into the distance, they knew that they could never reach their destination. They were silent from each other, and their words had become superfluous nonsense.

At noon, the clouds in the skyline began to increase, and the red and yellow that the sun struck on them were eroded by their own ash, and the crew soon became calm. It was an inevitable storm. The rain cried in the rolling waves, thunder from the air, like an invisible hand trying to divide the sea in two. They pulled up the canvas and rushed into it without fear.

It was dark, with endless shaking, and who, to forget the fear of the storm, he sang:
"Friends and friends who return home
Will you forget me yet
Lock my picture deep into the table cabinet
We just haven't seen it yet
Get through this difficult time
I will return home in victory."

Another voice came from under the mast horn, showing a hint of weakness:
"Friends and friends who return home.
Will you abandon me??
Burburied my belongings deep in the soil.
I won't blame you.
That was the greatest respect for me.
I will fly back to my hometown with my hope."

Then three more voices shouted out from beside the ship:
"Relatives and friends returning home.
Whether you are still in our hometown.
In where I was first raised. You wait for me.
Waiting for my faithful promise.
I vowed to go far away with my dream."

A wave rushed by, nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard.

About two hours later, Clofi opened his eyes drowsy from the deck, the sun quietly in the sky, as the princess valued him, he stood up and looked at the origin of the voices two hours ago. Nothing. On the other side of the boat, the railing still has the smell of the earth of the soles of the shoe and the shiny cumitar, he is quietly hanging on the railing, his majesty still exists.

The clouds in the sky are getting closer and closer, it seems to swallow everything, wanton spread. Clooffi slowly closed his eyes, waited for the end. He began to remember his humble little room, just on the side of the town hall. The last time he lived there, he thought of his wife and children, and everyone around him, smiling and waving to them.

Gradually, a regular sound wave began to stir up in his ear, and soon after, the sound wave then woke up. He pondered the sound, and it was the horn, the market. He tried to open his eyes, but he could not see anything, how much he wanted to see the vast sea, the dark brown old splint. A sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and he turned his face in his voice. He could know by his feet that someone was at the helm, he was steer with a purpose. Clofee walked slowly past it, and his ears heard a different sound from the complex waves, so small only by the glass covering it.

"What is this?" Asked Clooffi.

The men at the helm seemed to be startled, for six hundred miles from the shore port, they found the bodies of their captain hanging upside down, and they immediately thought that the captain had committed suicide, and that no one on board was alive. Despite the idea of the death of all the people on board, he said:
"This is the compass, which is made by the most exquisite technology in Bianjing."

Everything was silent, and Clooffi felt the magical power hovering around him, always pointing in a direction that would not change his will anyway.

In this, deep in his heart, the Ikaranlin Sun, is being reborn...