Centuries ago the sea rose and swallowed half the world. What's left is islands, drowned cities full of treasure, and beasts that get bigger the deeper you sail.
A week ago you watched your home burn from a fishing boat. You got out with twenty marks and a sloop nobody else wanted. She leaks. She lists to port. Her name is Dottie, and she's yours.
Varek Thorne doesn't hate you. He doesn't know you exist. Yet.
Choose how you start
Two ways to reach him
The deeper you sail
Five seas, five ranks
Pulse is your power, and there's one rank for each depth of sea. One rank above you is a wall. Two is untouchable. Your hull decides how deep you can go, and the beasts down there decide whether you come back.
ShallowsDrowned villages, Crown patrols, small angry beasts.
GreenwaterSunken cities, coral reefs, pirate ports on stilts.
DropThe cliff edge of the old world. Storms with no season.
BlackLeviathans, drowned capitals, his four captains.
AbyssThree people have been. Nobody knows what's there.
Crew manifest
Misfits worth sailing with
Each one joins for a reason and stays for one. Treat them badly and they leave. Try their moods: every named character has a portrait for each one.
Bestiary
Every beast drops a core
Bond with a core and you gain a gift: currents, salt, storm, frost, living light. One per person. Bond with one above your rank and it kills you. Tap a beast to provoke it.
Stiltwick bounty board
His four captains of the Black
Each one is deadly in a different way, and each one can only be turned, beaten or fooled in a different way.
The Saltwife · frost
Kessa Morrow
Runs the floating market in the Black. She'll fund anyone who fights Varek. She always collects the interest.
The Red Tide · whale song
Dagmar Hale
Takes everything, protects nothing. Wherever the Toll fleet gets weak, her ships pour in.
Between the fights
Rum, shanties and terrible decisions
/shanty: your crew sings a new verse about what you just did.Every brawl ends in drinks. Mostly.
