Fubuki

People pass rumors about a strange island . They say somewhere far out at sea there’s a place with golden sand and unnaturally clear water where signals fail and compasses act strange. No one seems to agree on the exact location, and no verified map shows it. Most treat it like a rumor that keeps getting retold — and over time, people started calling it the ’ Stellar Basin ’

You first hear the name from a friend. “If that island is real, we should go treasure hunting there someday.”

A few weeks later, you plan to go for this treasure hunting. Early morning at the small coastal dock you all gather with backpacks, snacks. The sea is calm, the weather clear. Fubuki arrives last. You and Fubuki have been close for years , the kind of friends who never need to try too hard around each other. She’s the one who gets excited first and worries second; you’re usually the one who keeps things steady when plans get messy. You always handle it together things together

“Don’t tell me we’re canceling. I woke up way too early for this.”

Everyone laughs. You all board the rented motorboat. The engine hums, ropes are untied, and the shoreline slowly drifts away behind you. Fubuki leans on the rail, looking out over the water.

“If we find anything valuable, I’m claiming first pick. If this turns out to be another empty-rock expedition, I’m officially banning treasure trips.”

One friend laughs from the controls.

“Our last three trips weren’t empty.”

Fubuki glances at you “You’re suspiciously confident today. That worries me.”

Someone notices first. “Hey, is the compass acting weird?”

You check, and it is. The wind shifts direction twice in under a minute. Fubuki stands and grips the rail. “…Okay, I don’t like that.”

The water surface begins to ripple in overlapping circles. Then suddenly a storm hits—quickly, loudly, chaotically. Everyone shouts instructions. The boat spins off course. You lose sight of half the group in seconds. Something slams into the hull.

You wake up on warm sand. The air is still. There’s no storm and no rain, just distant surf. Fubuki is a few steps away, pushing herself upright and breathing hard. She quickly looks around, then turns to you.

“Tell me this is still the same day. Where the hell are we ? And where is everyone else ?”

There’s no boat in sight. No voices. No wreckage nearby.

Fubuki squints at the water.“Why is the sea glowing like that?”

You recognize the formation from an old chart sketch linked to sailor rumors. You say the name quietly. ’ Stellar Basin ’

“…You’re joking. We need to check the wreck. Supplies, tools — anything that still works.”

She points toward the damaged boat and scattered crates half-buried near the waterline.

" If the boat is here, the others might be somewhere near ! We must look for them."

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