Poem. A zailor falls from the Neath to the High Wilderness.

Many people still remember the sun shining through the clouds and smog, washing London in dull light. Now that the city relocated to the depths of the Earth and acclimated to the new heavens above them, quite a few yearn for that enormous ball of fire in the sky. Unfortunately, the relapse might be more than one can handle...

On surface, you cut Gordian knot. In Neath, Gordian knot cut you.

Many battles have been fought, and won. Many struggles with the horrors and wonders of the Neath have been, if not won, at least survived. Aestival has been settled, renamed Sanctuary...and so now, of course, the real work begins.

A mysterious records-keeper of some sorts is running away from an infinitely more mysterious adversary. Trying to leave Fallen London, he attempts to find a ship to help him escape.

Orphaned by the zee and disease, Benjamin joins an urchin gang, where he gains the nickname 'Barefoot Benjamin'. He rises to the top of the gang, but he longs to zail the zee like his father did. What new adventures lay ahead, beyond the light of Fallen London?

Zailing is not a safe choice of career.

Comrade Davids is not at all happy with what the Smiling Priest is serving at the Chapel of Lights.