The stars were unfamiliar.
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Water lapped at the side of her boat as she searched the strange firmament.
Nothing.
Her charts failed to render these points of light into waypoints; these stars did not exist.
The air was cool after the storm and her sodden clothes chilled her skin. It had come out of nowhere; a gust caused the boom to swing and she was knocked to the floor.
When she came to the storm had passed, leaving a clear but unknown sky.
A rope creaked nearby and she turned; another boat.
Her brother smiled gently across the water and she cried.