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The Edge of the Unknown
The Edge of the Unknown started as a bit of a joke. A place everyone agreed existed, but no one could point to it on a map. I only ‘discovered’ it by running out of money. I had everything I needed: supplies, guides, crew and enough whispers to somewhere exciting. All I lacked was a ship and the money to buy one. A major failing for an ocean explorer surrounded by sea on three sides. Behind us, home.
Slowly crew slid away, spare supplies sold to other crews. Our rum used to toast other’s first steps, yet never enough to buy the much desired boat. Soon, the same crews would toast their successful return with rum from the same supply. Word got round that our rum was special, blessed. Anyone who drank from it came back. I set up shop or, more accurately, tavern.
The name, as I said, was a joke until it became who we were. People search out The Edge of the Unknown and found me, a frustrated explorer with a never emptying barrel of rum. I made sure the locals kept it topped up. My success depended on it.
At this point, people always ask the same question, ‘did I ever buy my ship?’
‘No,’ I reply, ‘but I completed by exploration a thousand times over.’
Explorers are talkers at the best of times, more so with a healthy amount of rum in them. I saw the world through their stories. Piecing together places from scrape descriptions. Does it matter I never saw these places no? Truth is what you make of it, especially when you owe The Edge of the Unknown.