Ever since Landfall, the ship-colonies have traversed the True Ocean. They follow the fisheries and the storm-systems, closely enough to capture rain, not so close as to receive the worst of hurricane winds.
Ever since Landfall, the Groves have been growing. In the ship-colonies stretch decks of forested green, thick with leafy creatures of all sorts.
Birds migrate from one to the next. Flocks of them, native and imported, follow the ship-colonies on their travels.
Everything feeds the Groves: city sanitation (for really that’s what the ship-colonies are, ocean-going cities), fish-guts from the gutting-stations, rainwater from the clouds overhead, the human dead in their time.
Over centuries, they’ve grown greener, year by year.
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Update: Shipwright, Captain, Figurehead is now a completed novella. This week’s excerpt is the opening lines of “In the Breath of the Groves and the Brightness of the Stars,” a short story set in the Ship’s Heart universe.
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This is very cool. I love the idea you have created here. There are some ideas that we could do with in real life, creating small, self-sustaining communities.
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