How is that possible?” “I’m not certain.” Mr. Kadam quickly checked the ship’s instruments. “Everything’s off. We should still be at anchor.” I picked up the kimono and flipped it around again. “Mr. Kadam. Look at this.” A tiny stitched boat had appeared on the front of the kimono and, as we watched, it crept forward one stitch. It was aimed for the red dot. Mr. Kadam quickly turned around. “Kishan? Would you mind climbing to the top of the wheelhouse and taking a look around? Take note of our direction and the location of the city.” Kishan returned a moment later, his face incredulous. “Based on the sun, we’re heading east but there is no city. There’s no coastline. Nothing but water surrounds us for miles.” Mr. Kadam nodded as if he expected this. “Please locate Ren and Nilima for me and ask them to come to the wheelhouse.”
