Billy's Arc

Chapter 1 of 4

Billy spread his notebooks across the floor and stared at the patterns he'd been too afraid to see. Three months of visions, all pointing north. The spirits had never been scattered or random. They had been patient, showing him the same frozen coastline again and again until he finally understood. The ship wasn't lost. It was waiting. His paws shook as he reached for the journal with the aurora on its cover. He'd bought it to keep everything separate, organized, safe from his own doubt. Now he flipped through the pages and saw what he'd written but never admitted. Every vision formed a line. Every sound the spirits sent him marked a distance. Together they made a map to the one place his family had taught him to avoid without ever speaking its name. He closed the journal and pressed his paw against the North Star on the cover. The ship was three days north, and he was going to find it.