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The shipping lanes bend around a patch of ocean that isn't on any chart, and everyone in the trade knows why without saying it. It doesn't rise. It doesn't need to. It just breathes, slow as a tide, and the water breathes with it — a swell with no wind behind it, felt by every hull for miles. The ships that route around it call it insurance. The ones that don't, don't file a report.