Thomasine sat on the bow, her eyes closed. She focused on the tantalizing sensation of her chord. Like all the other Navigators, she instinctively knew how to find her way, and could not explain this ability to others.

Unlike the others, though, she was lost. Normally, she would feel a tug whenever she thought about her destination. This time, though, she could feel nothing. she tried focusing on a different chord. Time passed, but still nothing. Not a single chord could be heard in all the world.

Fortunately for her, her appearance in the bow of the ship was not at all an unusual sight. Like so many before her, this was where she spent most of a sailing voyage. There were no questions about what she could feel, what she could sense.

She'd never even heard stories of Navigators becoming lost before. Of course, that would not be a story told often. Navigators are too important in this world of never ending night. Even though people could navigate by the stars, those people were rarely hired as navigators. A true Navigator is worth her weight in glowstone.

And now Thomasine was apparently worthless. Lost at sea, with no means of finding the way to their destination.

As she sat there, peering into the engulfing darkness, she felt a presence next to her. Looking to her side, she could see a different bit of night, a shadow. The profile on its head told her it was looking forward. She could see that it remained perfectly still, but still she heard it speak. It was in a language she could not understand, but she could hear the remorse reverberating in its voice.

The shadow turned to face her, and the misery overwhlemed her. In that moment, she learned the truth of it, and of this place. This place is a blind spot for Navigators, and she had led the crew into the midst of it, just like the shade to the side of her had done for his crew. His crew, though, died alone in the night.

The shadow pointed upward, and she followed its hand as it seemed to draw a line amongst the stars, as far forward and backward as could be seen. She nodded, and the spectre faded into nothingness. Still, when she looked up, she could see the line across the sky. She had but to follow the line to get out of the blind spot.

She turned to face the crew, expecting to see their reaction. They did not even look up at her, just carrying out their regular duties. Somehow, the ghost had given her the gift of a way out without telling the crew.

The voyage away was uneventful from there. She followed the shadow's line until she could hear the chords of the world again, then guided her captain and crew to safety, all without them ever knowing the danger they were in.