Charted
The Sunken Agedeep past
Megaliths, forest, things older than shipbuilding.
Steal from other centuries.
Four sailors with no papers, no country and no past crew a ship into a hole in the ocean where time leaks.
From the pilot's glossary
shorecut(n.)
a passage taken through a gyre. From the older sense: the fast way past a headland, close in, over unsounded ground. So called because a crew that takes one always makes a shore. Rarely the one they left.
The voyage
Nothing is yours until you're back over the line.
Sail out
Take a contract, fit out, weigh anchor.
Arm the voyage
Cross the inner ring: fifteen minutes on the chronometer.
Loot under the timer
Swim ashore, break the chests, ferry it all back to the hold.
Cross back over the line
Outbound, with a living crew member on the deck.
Bank it
Miss the line and every item on it reads lost.
Ashore · in-engine, pre-alpha
One ship, many hands
Nobody owns a role. The ship needs more hands than you have.
Helm
Wheel and sails from one station.
Guns
Take one cannon and you command that whole side.
Lookout
Light, stealth or violence: pick two.
Boarding
Leap the rail, climb the ladder, take the prize brig.
And one who isn't crewThe Invader
Joins by code while you lie at anchor. One slot. One life. Their clothes are a disguise.
The Crossing
The Crossing
A stationary wall of weather, turning slowly clockwise, lightning in it that makes no sound.
Inside, the sea is dead flat and silvered. Steering is inverted.
At the centre, the eye. The bell rings itself.
Arrival. Wrong sky. Wrong stars. Wrong coastline.
Five eras, one rock
Where the shorecut lands is chance. What you do there is not.
Charted
The Kingdomsabout four hundred years back
Plague banners, walls, faith. Hated on sight.
Sailing now
The Presentyour century
The Wrackline as it is. This is your bread.
Next drop
The Steamfallabout a hundred and fifty years forward
Rifles, rivets, arc-light and coal smoke. Badly outmatched.
Charted
The Long Quietfar forward
The sea risen, machines still running with nobody to run them. Prey.
Equipment is identity
Everything you wear was found, looted or cut off a body. Everyone can see it on you.
- The inkA tattoo is a receipt.
- The scarsOne has no price.
- The TollLeft hand, voice, an eye, part of a leg.
- The collectionEach artifact with its era and its tier.
The signature punishment
You do not die in a gyre. You go Late.
The recovery screen is not a death screen. It is a ledger.
Ceduna, pop. 400
Sand and posts. Nobody remembers the loss. You only notice because your chart is older than the world.
RECOVERED · SIXTEEN BELLS
You have been goneeleven weeks
Holdlost
Packlost
Contracts3 expired, 1 forfeit
Hullrot, unattended
Bountyaccrued, +240
AshoreCeduna is off the chart
The crew that left you sees a body in the gyre. It may turn up in someone else's run.
The port
Sixteen Bells
There is no such thing as sixteen bells. The port is named for the joke: a place where the watch never ends.
- No PvP.
- No timers.
- The only place in the game where nothing can be taken from you.
On the gantries
The traders of Sixteen Bells
Gantryshipwright
CullAssay factor
Harrowinstrument-maker
Mother Tallowbonesetter
Vespercartographer
The Chandlerseamanship
The Gunsmithgunnery
The FerrymanhiddenThe log
Captured in-engine
Pre-alpha footage. Heads-up display, models and lighting are all still moving.
Sign the articles
The Board is posting. Be on it.
In development for PC, Mac and Steam Deck. Wishlist it and get the crew call when the Steam page opens.
The crew list
One message when the Steam page opens, one when there's a build to play. Nothing else.