“Three seeds, one living span.” _{~ sailors’ lore}

Far to the southeast, crews tell of a bridge that grows. They call it Three Seed Pass: a living span across a wide strait, said to have sprouted from three magic seeds planted on the shore a pair of small islands. The trunks bend and braid into arches, roots grip the stone like fists, and broad leaves throw shade over green-planked walkways. Some swear the railings bud flowers in spring and drop pods that rattle like rain. No one agrees who planted it, only that you can feel a slow pulse through the wood if you press your palm to the deck.