Pacific

The Pacific Ocean is the edge of the world. A hundred, maybe two hundred miles out, you run into sea monsters and then the world just stops, water spilling over the edge. And if you sail too close, you'll be going over with it, if the sea monsters don't get you first. There's nothing really pacific about it. All of us came here to its shore because we, or one of our predecessors, were trying to escape something and then ran out of room in which to run. All the great cities on the western edge of the New World: Vancouver, Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Guayaquil, Lima, they're nothing more than dumping grounds and shantytowns for people who wanted to keep pushing on to something but ran into the edge of the world instead. Now we invent and augment our cultures and keep on keeping on while the sea monsters look at us and laugh.