The world drowned. You fish anyway.
For a thousand years the people of the land took from the sea. They called it the Long Harvest: nets as wide as valleys, hooks by the million, until the oldest fish of all were dragged up into the air.
The sea remembered. It came back as a tide that would not turn, and it did not stop at the coast.
What's left floats. Tidestone, the anglers call it: rock that would rather be in the sky than under the sea again. It only stays up while someone tends it, and the stone listens to one thing above all: fishing.
"I will take one, and I will remember one."The anglers' oath, from the first journal
Twelve chapters of the Chronicle unlock as you fish. Who wrote the first journal? Why do the fish remember? And what is still waiting at the bottom of the Abyss?

