Stray Virassa

MAYBE FOUR DAYS, ON FAIR WINDS The ship’s navigator collapses. Her seizing limbs beat staccato on the deck. The captain points at her and says: “That’s how you know we’re near.” + In Stray Virassa, locals are outnumbered ten-to-one by immigrants: sailors from distant Mu -- drowned, dead. Spectral.   This is the Fourteenth Hell of Mu-folk tradition, the one reserved for those lost at sea. But life …