Amber Baltic Sea [patched] -

When he surfaced, the amber in his boat had split cleanly in two. The tiny star inside was gone.

Jurek leaned over the gunwale. Thirty feet below, scattered like a dragon’s hoard, lay hundreds of amber pieces—some clear as honey, others red as dried blood. And among them, half-buried in the seabed, the ribcage of a ship no map recorded. A Hanseatic cog, her timbers woven with sea grass and starfish. amber baltic sea

He laughed. Then he went.

He blinked. Back in his cabin. The amber had cooled, but the star still pulsed. When he surfaced, the amber in his boat