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Sunday 22 January 2017

Tales from the Sunless Sea - The First Zee Captain

     Deep below the earth of where Queen Victoria's London used to lie, there exists a cavernous ocean named the Unterzee. The Zee there holds many mysteries and dangers, so what draws people here, below the depths, is known only to themselves. For those of us neath-dwellers who were born here already, we have little choice but to make do. Within the Unterzee, riddled with disease and the unknown lurking beneath every ripple, it is ill advised to venture far from what can scarcely be called civilisation. The largest and most prosperous 'civilised' territory inhabiting the Unterzee is that of Fallen London. Life there is not as it is on the surface and it is from this sunken City that all Zee-Captains begin their journey.

     These folk, foolish as they may be, see the Zee as an opportunity. Whether it be for fame, riches, knowledge or some personal quest, there are those who will risk a life at Zee. These folks are known as the Zee Captains and it is I who makes the claim that they ought be remembered, lest their deaths be in vein. Through one cause or another, Zee Captain after Zee Captain find themselves in Fallen London and proceed to venture out; dedicating the rest of their lives to the Zee.

      The first Zee Captain was a philosopher by the name of Ylvanna. She sought knowledge and a life in Fallen London. She was naive. Not much is known of Ylvanna, save some tales of what she found at Zee, but she set forth a path that many were to follow in her wake. Of course, she was not the first, but she was the first of interest. Life in the Unterzee has been going on for many years, there are tales of colonies that sailed the entire Zee and settled far away, there are those who sail and stick to the safest waters for trade, and there are those who have sought isolation on one of the many islands. There are also the pirates and rogues who live off the Zee to varying degrees of success. Ylvanna, though, was the first to actively seek exploration. She was the first to be heard in the stories. She was the first that deserves a name in the history books.

      What follows is the story of Ylvanna to the best of our knowledge.

     Ylvanna set trends on her journey that other captains would follow, such as keeping a journal, working in towns, trading information and setting out with a pet; she had a ferret. She was able to plan how she would survive the Zee, but her naivety was her downfall. Many say she had family on the surface that drove her down below, others claim she was struggling too much as a philosopher on the surface to make a name. Whatever her reasons, her goal, it is said, was to explore, map and discover the Zee and get her research in the history books.

     The course of her journey is little known, though she was seen within the first month gathering information in London, and some of the local colonies. She recruited a first mate very quickly and a gunner soon after. In that first month, all seemed promising. The first of her mistakes was visiting the Hunter's Lodge without invitation. Though she was allowed in and drank tea with the ladies there, her curiosity at how questionable the building was got the better of her she was seen taking multiple return journeys over the next few months. Rumours say she made friends with Phoebe at the Hunter's Lodge. By her third month, she was said to have hunted and collected research on giant crustaceans, bats and ceased the activities of multiple pirate gangs. This was an early mistake, however, as her aggressive activities towards Zee-life caught the attention of the unending anger we call: 'Storm'.

     Her trading consisted mainly with scholars and men willing to tell tales. Over the next two months she began making mistakes. Upon a return visit to Fallen London, she had garnered the attention of an underground group who decided to send her a present for her loyalty. As she had no desire to meddle with such groups, taking the present under the impression that it was purely a generous present was testament to her nativity. Later that same week, she allowed a hermit on an outlier beach island to tell her a story, in the hope she might trade it. The story, however, was more of a hex and when she woke, she woke with stolen rations and coin. The tales she told quickly became tales of madness and fear, tales enough to frighten those in the Iron Republic, south of Fallen London. These were tales she claimed to have gathered from dead folk. Eventually, she struggled to keep the crew of her boat calm in the darker waters.

     There are those who claim to have experienced the change in sanity of Ylvanna's crew over time. An obsessive scholar who had many dealings with Ylvanna for he was a collector of Zee tales stated:
"...when taken port I was excited; my greatly valuable source of new theory material as she was - something was changed. She stank like one of those Northerners. A once-jolly telling-style was replaced with that of a stare over my shoulder and monotone - I was fascinated to see how crazy she could get, so I encouraged her to head out and find me more to learn. Alas, I never saw her again!"

      On her next trip out, trading for information seemed not to pay off when her management of fuel and rations wore thin, so they say. With madness and hunger, sailing became tough. One misjudged trip ran them empty of fuel before they could return to Fallen London the following week or so. There was little to be done. It is told, then, that she did not take long to make a deal with the anger god, Storm. She sacrificed her own crew members in the hope that it may deliver them from imminent demise. Storm answered the call, but not in the way she wanted. She was granted strength to fight, she was granted fortitude of ship, she was not granted fuel nor food. She and all remaining crew abandoned ship.

     Somehow, with scarce many of her crew remaining, she survived and landed afloat near the town around the entrance to the surface. Those there knew who she was and immediately stocked her with a new boat, rations and food only enough so that she may survive the trip back to Fallen London. Favour was on her side and her storytelling benefited her in this. When setting off with too much, stuff however, her ambition is what killed her. Rather than sailing north to Fallen London and safety, she sailed south. Those at the docks claim to have heard her utter something about trading a stolen barrel of salt for prosperity. If this was the case, it was her last mistake. Her boat was found abandoned two weeks later.

     There exists one survivor of her first abandoned vessel, though as a latecomer of the crew they held a crazed demeanor and a lack of willingness to talk openly about her travelling with Ylvanna. What information has been garnered from her is present in the rest of this written here. However, with no other known survivors of her downfall there is little we can do to pry for any more information.

     A week further was the last sight of Ylvanna's existence. A sodden mostly ruined journal tied to a bottle with Ylvanna's map of the Zee bobbed into the harbour of Fallen London. It was found by someone Ylvanna had dealings with, and who went on to become the second Zee Captain...


 --- Howard Sterling, Chronicler Of The Fallen London University



To Be Continued...

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