In a distant future humanity achieved such a level of technological advancement it was able to breach the borders of three-dimensional reality and move to the multiverses of multidimensions. But some of us were too afraid to move on. So, they stayed...
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We have been sailing for more than a month. Food and fuel were running out, and there was no strength left. Due to the lack of staff, one person had to serve 4-5 posts. Fortunately, Sha Zumm and May-e-oka did not need the same amount of rest as other team members. But it didn't save much. I was in charge of the steering control station and navigation instruments. I had to sleep for 4 hours a day and this regime turned me into a neurotic just in a month. I became short-tempered and careless. I made mistakes with navigation, in which I didn't understand much anyway, but I still remembered the lessons of Master Thiel, who beat us on the hands with a pointer if we built the route incorrectly. Orientation took place mainly by the luminaries, and for this it was necessary to surface. And yes, once I've dropped the sextant into the sea, which made me wish it back.
We passed the Strait of Hope somewhere in the middle of the month, and now we were moving along the small island ridge of Rumala Kitala. These rocks sticking out of the ocean were a refuge only for sea birds circling in black clouds over the sea, but allowed me to better navigate the maps.
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Unexpected changes have occurred with Sha Zoom. The cold and calculating Cyborg in the hands of Richitina turned into a melancholic and thoughtful one. She was constantly upgrading him so he changed not only his character but also form. That enabled him to float in the sea and be able to fix the boat form the outside but still we didn't have time to properly fix the damage he himself imposed on the ship.
"Yes, he did not hope, to be honest, that we would find something," he said once when I remembered Master Eleanor.
"What do you mean?" I tore my sleepy gaze from the map.
"Our whole expedition is a dummy," said Sha Zumm and moved to check the pressure in the pipes.
To say that it did not inspire faith in success is to say nothing. After these words of his, I completely lost sleep, and while plotting the route, my head now became heavy, my chest was squeezed and I wanted to cry. But I didn't dare to show my feelings. Something in my head switched, and now all my irritation began to pour out into a determination to finish the job. Even if it was just a show-off, but deep down I understood that if I did not maintain this attitude, our ship would finally fall apart in the literal sense of the word.
