The Wandering Story
Day One
For the sake of posterity, I have begun to keep this journal. I do not know who will read this should I succumb to the dangers my course has in store for me, but neither do I want my experiences to sink beneath the sands of ignorance if I do pass beyond the veil. The dangers ahead are real, and the trials will be difficult. Yet, I am not content to simply exist as a mediocre potter on the outskirts of the Golden Fields. A yearning for adventure boils my blood and a song of glory rings in my mind.
With these emboldening my spirit, I took what meager possessions I had, sold them, and booked passage to the far south, to the Wall that splits what is the Empire from what is not. Rolling dunes of sand turned into vast forests as I made my way down until even the forests parted to reveal jagged mountains. To Jingzi, City of a Thousand Mirrors, I went, deep within the wall. It was not by chance or whim that led me to walk the mirrored roads crisscrossing the city, however. It was to seek employment with the Wandering Story, a ship not for water, but for dreams. Even in the sun-soaked sands of the Golden Fields, I had heard tales of the ship, and where it docked for port. It cared not for the restrictions of water, instead traversing lands through the liminal.
My application for a position on the fabled ship was reviewed and accepted. My sources which told me that there was always a demand for those who worked with clay and ceramics aboard the Wandering Story had not led me astray. And now, having seen the ship with my own eyes, I understand why.
It is not constructed out of wood, instead, it is constructed from hexagons of ceramic. Each one is seemingly protected with a coating of a clear glaze. Upon the ceramics, itself lies etched words. Upon a closer look, the words form a simple story of a traveling storyteller. Each of the hexagons contains the same story. The purpose eludes me, but I am sure as I continue working on the vessel, I will piece together the reason.
Speaking of work, the quartermaster, a Lady Chanpin, showed me to my quarters and then to my workstation. My quarters are humble, lit by an unblinking orb of light that, should I need to, I can dismiss for the purposes of sleep. My workstation is anything but humble. A giant kiln rests upon a lower deck with potter wheels and workstations littered around it. On a normal wooden ship, such a fire hazard would no doubt be unacceptable. However, the Wandering Story is made from tiles of the finest ceramic, and there is no concern of a fire breaking out and consuming the vessel. The work I am tasked to do will be to produce a substantial number of the tiles used in the Wandering Vessel's construction in the eventuality that repairs are needed. Others will inscribe whatever formations need to be placed on the tile once the location of repairs is known, however.
Ahh, that is the bell for supper. I shall leave this here, then, and continue to record my experiences.
Day 20
It has been almost a month since I have begun my work on the Wandering Story, but we are finally setting off! Rumor has it that the latest commission from the Duchess of the Emerald Seas is for a type of glasswork apparently only found in the far-off lands of Khem.
Speaking of the Duchess, our position in relation to her authority seems to be strange. Officially, the ship is under the purview of the Xuan, Dukes of the Savage Seas. Unofficially, however, since our port of origin is Jingzi, the Duchess has considerable sway and right of first refusal in what expeditions we are commissioned to undergo. It could be a concession that the original builder of this vessel, Lord Xuan Shi, First Captain of the Wandering Story, made when designing and building the vessel. Rumor aboard, after all, has it that the keel is made from a single branch of Xiangmen, sung and prayed into form. I do not know if this is true, however. I lack the necessary authority to travel and inspect the lowest decks, where the wealth for our voyage is stored and where one could see the keel.
Back to the voyage, however! While our destination is indeed Khem, the Navigator, Ling Xingxing, has plotted a course that takes us further south first, to the Lands of Forever Snow and Eternal Ice. We will be able to trade wood for unmelting ice, a commodity valued highly by the Lords of Khem. From those lands, we will travel northwest, into the jungles and palaces of Ind, securing their renowned spices and fabrics. Then we will travel to Khem, and trade the unmelting ice for glass. After all that, we will return back to port in Jingzi completing the commission and spending wealth well earned.
Well, the quartermaster is pounding on my door again, seeking to make sure that I do not miss the sights of setting off. Apparently, according to her, it is a sight one can never forget when The Wandering Story enters the liminal.
I return, for a brief comment. Lady Chanpin was correct. A large mirror, large enough to fully reflect the Wandering Story, was set below the ship's keel and the mirror was so tightly scribed with formations that it hurt the mind to try and parse it. Then, upon the bridge, Captain Xuan Luxiang spoke of our journey and the dangers we would be facing. Once that speech was finished, he gave the order to the Wandering Story's spirit to be unshackled. With a great snap, the ropes and chains holding the ship above the mirror broke free and began coiling around posts onboard. As we plummeted through the mirror.
And then we entered the Liminal realm where the Wandering Story began to move through the air like a fish through water. The journey has begun. My journey.
Day 21
Work has begun in earnest now. The liminal disagrees with the Wandering Story's presence and seeks to corrode and dissolve the ship. My job is to keep producing the tiles needed to replace those eaten by the Dream. While the work is simple, it is always in high demand. Journal time will be reduced as a result.
A/N:
@yrsillar another omake for the omake throne! This one was inspired by the thought of Xuan Shi making his own ship to be captain of if the Xuan won't give him one because he hasn't bonded with a Xuanwu. And if Xuan Shi has to make his own ship, let's go all the way and make a liminal traversing story ship! Specifically use the Theseus Ship Paradox as a defensive concept against the corrosive elements of the liminal realm. Where you constantly replace parts of the ship that are being corroded, but the ship's identity and spirit remain the same.