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Chapter 3: Point Nemo, Point Nemo, Where Could You Be?

I pulled out my laptop and was searching for information on this "Plastic Beach". Aparently, it is more commonly known as Point Nemo, the farthest point in the ocean from any landmass on the planet. The name was chosen by Captain Nemo, the fictional hero of Jules Verne's "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea" (1869), a romantic mixture of maritime exploration, technological wizardry and fearless resistance to the British Empire.

I kept reading, trying to find out more about the point's coordinates, when I stumbled upon something.

"The geographic coordinates of the Point Nemo are: s48:52:31.748 w123:23:33.069
This point is exactly 2 688 220.580 meters (slightly more than 1 450 nautical miles) away from the following three coastline points:
s24:40:39.360, w124:47:25.872 Ducie Island (Pitcairn Island Group, South Pacific)
s27:12:29.304, w109:27:33.120 Motu Nui / Rapa Nui ("Easter Island", South Pacific)
s72:57:57.024, w126:22:30.793Maher Island / Siple Island (Antarctica)".

Well, at least that was some useful information. But I needed to find out more about how to getthere!

"In addition to the location of Point Nemo and its three nearest points on land, the map above shows the indexing scheme mentioned in the introduction. The cells are used to organize the land and coastline data for fast spatial search and distance computations." I looked at the map above the text and printed out a picture of it. I was so thankful that Damien hadn't asked me to borrow my laptop today, yet. I was also thankful that the USB cord that attached my laptop to the printer was long enough so that I didn't have to change my position or anything.

"Ducie Island is a small, C-shaped atoll with a diameter of barely two kilometers. It belongs to the Pitcairn group of islands. The first Europeans to visit the island was the crew of Pandora, sailing the Pacific on a failed search for Bounty mutineers. Ducie is not inhabited, but is visited occasionally by those that sail the Pitcairn Island Group. The thin blue line on the map below connects its southernmost point to the distant Point Nemo."

I examined the blue line on the map in my hands. It was nearly completely straight, so that if I really did go through with getting to Plastic Beach, I wouldn't have to try to turn the boat around to much while I was on my first step.

Wait a minute...

I needed a boat! I, incase you have not yet noticed, am not able to steer a boat. I was going to need to think about that after my research...Perhaps...I could pay someone to take me there? Maybe...? Maybe there would be a cruise that passes somewhere far from there, I could steal one of the emergency boats, and perhaps try to get there on my own.

Perhaps...

I continued to read.

"Motu Nui is a small island (less than 100 meters across) off south-west extreme of Rapa Nui - also known as "Easter Island", as Jakob Roggeveen, the first European to visit it, arrived there on Easter of 1722. Rapa Nui is a 20 kilometer wide volcanic island, perhaps best known for Moai, several hundred giant stone monolith statues that grace its coastline. It can be visited with little effort: the island has an airport and a well-developed tourist trade. The map shows only the south-western tip of Rapa Nui and the miniscule Motu Nui and again, a thin blue line connecting its south-western tip to Pont Nemo." My eyes scanned the south-western line.

"The last of three points, Maher Island, is again a small island off a larger island named Siple Island, connected with the Antarctica by Getz Ice Shelf. The map was prepared using DCW land and ice shelf data; its reliability and completeness in this region is difficult to assess. In this case, the blue line points north - again toward the distant Point Nemo." Ok, so this place was a no go. There was no way in hell, even if I were to reunite with my friends again, that I would be going near the death-impending ice shelves of Antarctica. My best bet was to try to get in between the islands of Motu Nui and Ducie. This was my only chance. If I didn't make it, and ended up going all the way south, my life would end. I would die seeking for the thing closest to my heart.

Wasn't this going to be fun?

I made three extra copies of the map, so if I lost one, I could always replace it. There was a knock on my room door.

"Anna! We've got a show this afternoon. I need you to get dressed and eat something, please!" said Werner, with Damien right behind him. Then, before I could answer or put anything away, Damien barged right into my room, with Werner standing at the doorway. He looked a bit angry with me, but I wasn't completely sure why.

"Why? Why have you been so cold with me these past few days? Don't you care about me at all?" he asked me. I could hear the sadness in his voice. And it somehow made me feel somewhat...pleasant.

"Yes, I care about you. But, Damien, even though I agreed to come to America with you, perform with you, and became famous with your help, you haven't left me alone for five minutes! I need some time alone. I'm being swallowed up by all these different emotions that I had locked away in my mind for a long time, and now they're back! I just need to be left alone to think. Please. Just try to understand. You are mein freund, you need to be as understanding of me as possible, yes?" Damien stood with his head down, silence lasting for a few moments, before nodding his head slightly. He then grabbed Anna's small, pale hand and squeezed it before letting go and turning around. Before he left the room, he turned his head to look at her. She noticed a small tear roll down his cheek as his eyes glistened with more tears ready to spill, and he smiled a sad, gentle smile of genuine heartbreak.

"(1) Du bist mein blaue Rose, Anna." he said to her, before biting his lower lip and running away from her and Werner. Her eyes widened. It had been so long since anyone had said anything like that to her. She felt as if she were going to cry. Her throat tightened and it became hard for her to breathe properly. She put a hand near her collar bone and began rubbing lightly to make the feeling go away.

"Please go...I feel like...I'm going to be sick." she told Werner. He nodded and left her. She let only a few tears slip from her eyes before roughly rubbing her eyes and slapping herself across the face to make her emotions go away. She stood and got dressed, realizing that she hadn't gotten any actual sleep last night, considering she'd been studying about Point Nemo. Then again, she hadn't gotten sleep the night before that, or the night before that, or the night before that. She felt as if she were slowly becoming an insomniac. She took her journal from one of her drawers and wrote the date.

"March 28th, 2010

Dear Journal,

I seem to be avoiding sleep. I'm becoming controlled by my own locked up emotions, and I stopped eating a few days ago. Damien and Werner don't know of that, though. And Damien also seemed to have confessed some sort of adoration for me earlier. I really don't know what to say about that. It made me feel sick. I had that feeling where you just know your going to projectile-vomit from every orifice. I have a performance this afternoon. I'm not looking forward to it, though, as usual. Hmmm, what else is new? I saw a commercial featuring Murdoc Niccals and and Stuart Pot. Aparently there is a new Gorillaz album titled as "Plastic Beach". I searched it up, and I found that it is a name based off an actual place in the world, more commonly known as Point Nemo. I printed out a map and directions on how to get there so that I could be reunited with my wonderous friends.

Yes, I am well aware that I could be completely wrong about all of this, but I will do my best to keep myself alive on the trip. All I need is to find a boat to get me there.

I will continue to question my new sleep problem, though. I wonder where my new information could lead me?

Love,
Anna Blue

P.S. [Z?]"

I put the journal away and continued to just think. I needed a boat. And a ride, since I obviously wouldn't be steering the boat, would I? If I could trust anyone to do anything for me, who would it be? Then my eyes lit up.

Damien...

Hmmmm...
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(1) You are my blue rose, Anna.

-Noodle12