If pressed, the captain would never admit it, but Titrian had always been skeptical about the concept of the Lost Colony. Ships just didn't go over the Fire Sea.If they were only now figuring out how to safely navigate north of the Fire Sea - and that only by using dirigible technology in tandem with new boat designs - there was no way that that their ancestors more than a millenium in the past had managed to work it out.
So Captain Titrian had always believed. But when the gods and the government paid your salary, there were times that you had to go against your own beliefs.
Since he'd never told anyone that he didn't believe in the lost colonies, Titrian had nobody but himself to know his uncomfortable shame when they found themselves looking up at a fully-developed city. A garishly-colored city, he noted, with even the cliff face covered in paintings.
His first mate coughed. "That, sir, uh. It doesn't look like a Tabersi city."
Titrian had to agree. It didn't look like anything he'd ever seen before. "Signal the admiral. This might be more complicated than we thought."
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