Today's problematic ship is Crimson Polaris
The Crimson Polaris was a 200 m long wood-chip carrier. On August 11, 2021, while at anchor off the coast of Aomori Prefecture, Japan, she was swept away by strong winds and ran aground. Cracks in the hull between cargo compartments eventually lead to the Crimson Polaris breaking in two the following day. Fuel oil leaked into the ocean, but the quantities and the environmental impact are still to be assessed. All 21 crew members were safely evacuated by helicopter.
As of August 30, the bow section of the Crimson Polaris has been towed to shore to unload oil and cargo.
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Ever Given, My Beloved
Summary: She was a ship, large and in charge, flashing you a smile before disappearing into the thick sandstorm. Only you were blessed with the chance to get to know her, as she slid her bulbous bow into your shoreline.
Pairing: Ever Given Cargo Ship x Gender-neutral Suez Canal
Word Count: 563
Tags: Accidental knotting, Exhibitionism, Mutual pining, Strangers to lovers.
Notes: don’t ask.
Another day, another bypasser, ship after ship trailing past you. They come in all sizes, most carrying cargo, but some seem to be simple strangers just trying to get on with their lives. Do they stop and talk? of course not. Do some look your way? rarely. Sure, you may be a shoreline, but it doesn't hurt to at least say hello, especially if you're a regular.
Today is like every other day, damp and dusty, the water lapping against you as you lie back and watch the ships trail by. Only it seems today ended up taking you by surprise. The wind began to pick up just as something caught your eye, a ship different to the rest, but not by looks or cargo, but by the fact that she was heading straight towards you.
Her name is Ever Given; the cargo atop of her is an array of shades, some red, some white, some blue, and so on. Her eyes shine bright, slowly fading into darkness as the wind picks up, taking the sand with it. You attempt to flash her a smile, and you're certain she sends one back before disappearing into the thickness of the sandstorm.
You assumed she was gone, maybe even lost, seeing as the occasional ship will disappear in the thickness of the storm. But the sound of a horn startles you, followed by another, and then a deep, heavy thud as you feel something enter you.
Should this feel good? coming face to face with the only boat that's ever flashed you a smile as she impales you with her bulbous bow? It was an accident, but also a blessing in disguise.
Finally, there's a chance to talk. She apologizes at first, attempting to wiggle free, her cheeks turning flushed as she stutters another apology. She's stuck, accidentally knotted into your shoreline, but the glisten in her eyes tells you that she doesn't really mind. You gaze down, turning as red as her cheeks at the sight of her bow inside of you. But you two laugh it off, and take up the opportunity to talk.
Days pass by, the storm soon disappears, and you two have decided that you're in love. There's no denying it, and why would either of you want to? Of course, many strangers object, and have gone as far as to attempt to drag her from you or dig you away. But it seems that nothing can pull her knot from you; no man nor ship, no crane nor tugboat. You're connected. One. A ship and her shoreline.
She's blocking the entire canal, wedged sideways with her face still pressed against yours, but you two joke about that now. Other ships blow their horns and even attempt to ram her, but she fights back, shaming them for getting so involved in her love life. Who cares if their lives are put on hold? yours has been this whole time, up until this stranger wedged herself quite literally into your life, heart, and soul.
You're entwined forever, obstructing everyone with your love, putting everybody's life on hold. They deserve it for being so unkind. They can stop and stare all they want, or do something useful by finding another route. This canal is taken, occupied, and it's time you two were treated to some privacy.
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