The Bell Below

The bell rang a second time beneath the vessel.

It was not loud. The sound traveled through the hull as a pressure, a dull silver ache that made Suda’s teeth click together. Every loose tool in the salvage bay trembled toward the deck grating. Above them, the black lunar fragment rested in its containment cradle, warm as a living thing.

Eira held her prosthetic over it. The metal fingers had locked open. Seven pale bars crawled across her wrist display, each one appearing and vanishing in sequence.

“Again,” she whispered.

“Don’t encourage it,” Suda said. “That’s how conversations become contracts.”

The fragment’s slit of light widened. It had no pupil, yet Eira felt it looking directly at her. The band flared once, and her prosthetic projected a ghostly contour into the air: a circle broken into seven unequal pieces. Beneath it appeared a line of figures, not numbers exactly, but positions on a map.

Klain stepped closer. His face had gone bloodless.

“That isn’t a map,” he said.

Eira turned on him. “You recognize it.”

“I recognize the coast.”

Suda gave a nervous laugh. “There is no coast east of the gyre. There’s wreckage, storm-water, and enough floating garbage to bury Noah’s Halo twice.”

Klain did not look at him. “In my dreams, the shoreline was black. The sand moved like ash. There were bells under the water.”

The fragment pulsed.

From somewhere far below, a third bell answered.

Suda crossed himself with two fingers, then grabbed the edge of the console. “We’re leaving.”

Eira studied the projection. The seven broken sections were not arranged as a lunar diagram. They formed a spiral, narrowing toward a point beneath the eastern gyre. Her prosthetic translated the pulses into depth readings, though the numbers made no sense. The source was descending and rising at once, as if the sea had forgotten which way was down.

“Take us east,” she said.

“Absolutely not.”

“You brought us here because you wanted the fragment.”

“I wanted a fragment. A dead one. A valuable one. Not a talking piece of the moon that knows my name and summons underwater church bells.”

The fragment’s light contracted. A word appeared across Eira’s display in the old archaeological notation used for drowned sites.

OPEN.