Place
Tidewell
The ocean world: ninety-nine parts ocean, settled on rusted sea platforms lashed together by catwalk and cable, worked by trawlers and cargo haulers among jellyfish blooms and storms from three horizons. The Choir sings in the deep.
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Connected entries
- inThe DriftA belt of worn settled systems: orbital stations, half-terraformed colonies, and sprawl-yards linked by slow travel, local law, repair culture, and work for hire.
links hereBurrsDark knots of needle spines that drift up out of Tidewell's deep with a coal-red light smouldering inside. Nobody eats one or nets one on purpose;
links hereDrift long-haulersThe Drift's slow bulk freighters: a blunt command block, a long spine of strapped containers and tanks, a cluster of engine bells.- links hereFish-spottersLittle float-footed autogyros that Tidewell's trawler crews fly ahead of the boat to find the shoals.
- links hereGreywater LightTidewell's post: a small, old lighthouse on the Sliver, a knife of black rock that is the only charted land on Tidewell, near the oldest platform.
- links hereLampfryFinger-long drifters of Tidewell's shallows, each carrying a warm lamp of its own, travelling in loose slow clouds that light the kelp like a town seen from the air.
- links hereLinebloomA reef of glass-stalked bioluminescent polyps covering the Sliver's flank along the relay's old sea cable, which it took to for its warmth.
- links hereRig-hoppersTidewell's squat rust-orange rotor lifters that run supplies between the sea platforms, a container slung beneath them on four cables.
- links hereThe ChoirVast bioluminescent leviathans in Tidewell's deep, seen from the surface only as slow light under the swell. Their songs travel on the old analog bands;
- links hereThe PetrelPip Arro's courier: a small, fast, much-patched ducted-fan craft in faded orange and cream, a cargo pod clamped under its belly and a long ribbon pennant from its tail.
- links hereVeilwingsGliders of Tidewell's kelp shelves with wide wings like glass silk, veined with green light. A crew that sees one cross the bow counts on a good haul.