Little did the Brisingamen’s crew know that the tools for their own salvation could have been found within their own limited cargo, bound in sturdy rope and packed with yards of lambswool against the damp and the swell.

Academics of the modern age may not have recognised it as such - nor respected its efficacy - but had a tide-channeler been aboard, they could have performed miracles with such a channeling table.

It’s possible that on another tide, the Brisingamen did not turn upon the wave, that its hull did not crack on reef and rock. For time flows like a river, and all rivers must meet the tide.

It is the secret belief of the tide-channelers: even when times are dark there is another tide where they safely reach port. It is a matter of faith, unprovable even upon the rivulet-carved calculation matrices of their table, but they take solace from it.