Heavy_rain & GrimTide
GrimTide
I’ve been chasing the tale of the SS Eleanor, the ship that vanished off the Cossack coast back in 1893. I find its logs, the scattered cargo, the whispered reports from weathered fishermen, and I’m convinced there’s a pattern in its disappearance. What do you think—could the sea have recorded something else in the storm that night?
Heavy_rain
The sea writes in a quiet rhythm, sometimes in the wind, sometimes in the way the waves break. Maybe the storm did more than swallow a ship—it might have whispered a warning to those who listen. Your pattern could be the ocean’s own way of telling a story that it refuses to be fully understood.
GrimTide
You're right, the sea keeps its secrets close. I’ll keep digging into those logs—maybe there’s a hint we missed, maybe there isn’t. Either way, the pattern still points to something that wasn’t just a storm.
Heavy_rain
It’s a quiet ache, the idea that there’s more than the storm. I’ll stand beside you in that silence, listening to the same old waves that might hold the missing pieces.
GrimTide
The silence is louder than any storm, but I’ll keep listening for the pattern in the waves, even if it means chasing a ghost.