It has been weeks since I thought to write of my travels, and it feels like months. The journeys have become monotonous; I have reached an absurdity of wealth and yet continue on my worn trade routes, stepping out of line here and there to advance the aims of some constituency or another.
I found myself most recently a stooge of spiders. Not something I regret; I find the sorrow-spiders fascinating folk, and were there ways to enmesh myself further with them I would endeavor to do so. Alas. Or, perhaps, thank goodness.
The Impeller is an engine beyond compare, and I am glad to have her, even if she on occasion demands a further sacrifice of flesh and blood. Beyond this, I have taken part in the Drowned Man’s sacrament, learned all my lessons at the Chapel of Lights. A candle clothed in skin, soulless and sharp.
Faithless I may too become, though I have never been accused of decency. (See my relation with spiders, above; they required of me several tomb-colonists, and I took my sacrifice out of an unwitting tour.) I am stringing along a lass in London, aiming for nothing more than a child to train in zailing, to take over after my retirement. Maybe’s Rival laughed in my face when I suggested such a thing to her. I hope not to forever lose her while I plot this dalliance.
A fair sum I would give to my likely lass, if I am able, for the trouble of my intervening in her life.
There is a part of me that urges, pleads and begs to open every door, to find the end of every twisted story. To hear all, give voice to all. To zail beyond each corner of the world and find at last the edge of all there is. But that fate I think is not for me, not for Clarity.
My story’s nearly over. But not yet.
– Clarity, Captain of the Caligo-class Merchant Cruiser Lungfish.
We began, as we most usually begin, in London. Full on fuel, we made our way through the Albertine Gates, filled our mirrorcatch box, and stocked up on the plentiful supplies on the surface in Naples. Through to the Republic for more fuel, and then down, down, to the Geode. Narrowly avoided an encounter with a dawn fluke; I could not spare the air, or the supplies. Our dance will have to wait.
After gathering our Element of Dawn at the Geode and stocking up on as many sapphires as we can afford to carry from Carnelian, we are to set out soon for Nook, a fair way to the northeast. We aim to pick up stygian ivory, enough to satisfy the Mechanic and his friend.
Then, on to the Cats to sell our sunlight, and then we can avoid no longer the call of Kingeater’s Castle. We will have our engine. And from there, we shall see where it might take us.
– Clarity, Captain of the Caligo-class Merchant Cruiser Lungfish.
I made this spreadsheet to make the economy for Seas easier! I found myself struggling to plan out routes and trying to remember which location had the best bargain for something - so I made a spreadsheet!
Looking for the cheapest fuel in your area? Sort by Fuel, Buy, and Smallest -> Largest and you’ll get the best locations!
I haven’t included every spot on the map since I started this spreadsheet late-game, but it has most of them. Suggest any changes that might be helpful too!
All the colors of the Neathbow in one image!
Most of these have absolutely no basis in actual FL lore but I think they look dope, which is all the justification I need, really.
