The chart was beautiful. That was the problem. Every coastline had been drawn. Every harbor named. Depths marked. Currents noted. Prevailing winds recorded. Dangerous shoals circled in red. The surveyor's seal sat proudly in the lower corner beside the date of completion. The Captain spread it across the table as though he had just purchased certainty. "Best chart money can buy."

The harbor beneath the Watchtower woke before the city did. Ropes tightened. Cargo shifted. Sails climbed masts. Dockmen shouted measurements across the water. And tied to the longest pier sat the most technologically impressive vessel the kingdom had ever commissioned. Her name was Meridian.