"It's real," you say.
Your companions smile like two tigers outside an unlocked sheep pen.
A horn sounds in the distance.
"That is my ship," says Abu Aziz, "we must go at once."
The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.
"No," says Miss Abernathy, "the papers recovered from the Invictus that allowed to make the sextant in the first place must still be here somewhere. We should recover them."
"Foolish woman," says Abu Aziz, "there is no time for that!"
"And there's no point to anything we've done if we can't control this knowledge!" says Miss Abernathy.
What will you do?
