Ah, the sea sighing when the moon hides—an old sailor’s rhyme. A vessel slipping between stars and shadows sounds like a legend, not a log. Still, if you’ve got a name or a port of departure, I’ll pull up the archives and see what ghosts of paper remain. It might be a myth, or it might be the missing piece you’re chasing.

I’ll dig up whatever scraps the records hold, even if it’s just a breeze in the margin. Just tell me any detail you remember—date, last sighting, any odd marks on the hull—and I’ll see if the archives whisper her name. If nothing shows, we’ll at least have the silence of the sea to keep company.