Writing story competition 114

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Sailing awaits us again. Maybe this time we will finally be lucky. Who would have thought that the future would be like this. Most of the land is flooded, the environment is affected by various emissions. People hide on islands in fortresses, protecting their last resources.

Our fortress city is the last democratic city on the globe. Despotism and violence are prevalent everywhere. Everyone is fighting for the most valuable resource - food. So far, we have successfully defended ourselves against all attacks, but our resources are running out.

The last straw is chemical pollution. A cloud of poisonous gases spreads relentlessly across the Earth. The sky is no longer what it used to be. Under the action of toxins, it changes its color. The most affected areas turn green.

Constant wars and lack of resources have exhausted us. We need to find a new place to live. In search of this place, we organize a new expedition every month. None were successful. But now everything must change. This last expedition must be successful, otherwise…

They are already approaching. A whole fleet of modern pirates is approaching. Vultures are circling near the city waiting for prey. They seem to feel that there will soon be a decisive battle.

This time we can't resist. There are too few of us left, we are weaker than ever. Therefore, our last hope for this last expedition. It sails north. No one has yet sent expeditions to the north, because it's cold there, there are fewer resources. However, all previous expeditions failed. So what do we lose? We will sail north. The climate is not what it used to be, winters are not severe at all. It is possible that we will find a new home there.

Farewell shot of the gun. We went sailing!