Game one

Our first game

A fishing game on a cold northern coast, for one player or a crew of up to eight. Haul pots through a winter gale, chase the legends the old-timers swear are real, rebuild a harbor that has seen better days, and find out what happened to the skipper who never came home.

A fishing boat moored at a stone quay at dusk, with crab pots and fish tubs on the quay and painted houses climbing the hill behind — The harbor at dusk

A fishing boat leaving the harbor at dawn, the lighthouse and the houses behind it in low sun — Heading out at dawn

A small fishing boat climbing a big swell under a stormy sky, a gannet diving — A rising sea

Gloved hands guiding a dripping crab pot full of king crabs over the rail — The haul

A deck at night in a winter gale, floodlit, the rails crusted with ice and a crewmate knocking it off with a mallet — A winter gale

Crew pushing crab pots over the side on a clear day, a line of buoys streaming out behind the boat — Pots over the side

A boat nosing through fog past a rusty bell buoy, seals hauled out on the rocks — Fog at the skerries

An enormous old octopus rising beside a small boat at night, a crew member holding up a flare — One of the legends

The harbor under the midnight sun, a new pier going up and bunting across the quay — Midsummer night

A green headland with a small white church, the ruins of a longhouse and racks of drying fish — An old coast

Northern lights over a frozen bay, a boat among floating ice and a cabin on the far shore — The far north

An old logbook open on a chart table beside an oil lamp, rain on the window and a boat at the quay outside — Her logbook

Mood pictures for the world we're building, not pictures from the game.

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