Western

Only a few days more and they would travel further than anyone had gone before.  What would they find on the western edge of the world?  More ocean, eventually leading around until they appeared again on the eastern horizon?  Admiral Donavan sent a silent prayer to the gods watching from Olympus Monds – anything but that, please.  He would take slow painful death in the stomach of a leviathan over the ‘I told you so’ looks of the other captains.

Donavan collapsed the looking glass and slipped it into the pocket of his huge dress coat.  He had not changed his uniform for two days and it was beginning to smell a bit of sweat an burned whale oil.