Something Awaits You

 is considered a Misc Quality in Sunless Sea. It is automatically randomized between 1 and 100 after every minute spent at zee.

Qualities description
"You'll find a story when you next make port. " ''Game note: You'll receive this from time to time as you travel the zee. ''

Quality status
 has different statuses according to your actions, defined by the comment in front of the quality.

Journal description

 * [ 0 ] Nothing awaits you. Time to leave port?
 * [ 1 ] Stories await when you next make port.

Log Book description

 * [ 0 ] That's all for now.
 * [ 1 ] The waves are flecked with light.
 * [ 3 ] On the Surface, the sun still warms the Earth. Or so one assumes.
 * [ 5 ] A brisk spatter of spray. The Unterzee is restless.
 * [ 7 ] An electric shiver to the air. Storm is watching, the zailors would say.
 * [ 9 ] A rock breaks the water like a surfacing zee-beast. No, it's a zee-beast! No, it's a rock.
 * [ 10 ] The air carries the scent of salt and shadows.
 * [ 11 ] The air trembles. A breath of change passes...
 * [ 12 ] A belch of smoke goes up from the funnel.
 * [ 13 ] Laughter from the fore-deck.
 * [ 14 ] Far off, very far off, someone screams...
 * [ 16 ] A zailor is praying.
 * [ 17 ] Luminescent beasts like eyeless dolphins play in your wake.
 * [ 18 ] A row of watchful zee-bats perch on the ship's railing. Their heads swivel in unison as you cross the deck.
 * [ 19 ] The scent of the zee! Salt and frost and cellars. Black spices.
 * [ 20 ] Green glass and basalt. Salt and silence.
 * [ 22 ] The waves are cluttered with zee-wrack, like drowned hair drifting.
 * [ 25 ] The glassy chop of dark water. The iron clatter of feet at the hatchway.
 * [ 30 ] On the horizon, a sickly yellow light glimmers for a moment, then fades.
 * [ 37 ] The glim-lamp at the prow fizzes, arcs.
 * [ 39 ] Something drifts, face-down.
 * [ 40 ] Some sort of beetle has invaded your morsel of ship's biscuit. It waggles its antennae impertinently.
 * [ 43 ] A zailor raises her head, sniffs sharply. Blood on the wind.
 * [ 47 ] A false-star flares in the cavern roof directly above you; flares, and fades.
 * [ 49 ] Where is everyone? Where did they go? ...they're here. They're here. You're not alone.
 * [ 50 ] Zee-bats cry out. They are nothing like birds.
 * [ 51 ] You are being watched.
 * [ 52 ] A soft wind from the East. The impossible scent of pine.
 * [ 53 ] Waves slap the side of the ship. Far below, something moves.
 * [ 54 ] A ship's horn, far away.
 * [ 55 ] Blue lightnings crawl leisurely up the funnel. "St Erasmus dancing!" the cry goes up.
 * [ 60 ] Distant bells.
 * [ 68 ] A zailor is praying.
 * [ 70 ] Luminescent beasts like eyeless dolphins play in your wake.
 * [ 72 ] A row of watchful zee-bats hang from a cable. Their heads swivel in unison as you cross the deck.
 * [ 74 ] A sluggish wave. The ship pitches.
 * [ 78 ] A tiny breeze stirs your hair, and dies.
 * [ 81 ] Waves slap the side of the ship. Far below, something moves.
 * [ 82 ] Home. Warmly lit windows, company, peace. Thoughts of home come at the strangest times.
 * [ 84 ] Far off, very far off, someone screams...
 * [ 85 ] Zee-bats cry out. They are nothing like birds.
 * [ 86 ] Laughter from the fore-deck.
 * [ 88 ] A belch of smoke goes up from the funnel.
 * [ 90 ] The air trembles. A breath of change passes...
 * [ 100 ] Blue lightnings crawl leisurely up the funnel. "St Erasmus dancing!" the cry goes up.
 * [ 101 ] Something brushes briefly against the shell. The zub shakes.
 * [ 110 ] The brightest light cannot reach this depth. That glow is an illusion.
 * [ 120 ] The air is stale. An off-duty crewman keens softly.
 * [ 130 ] Lights glance past the windows. Another zubmarine?
 * [ 140 ] The Observation Dome is silent. Your navigator's breath is loud in the stillness.
 * [ 150 ] You are not welcome here.
 * [ 160 ] A dull tolling echoes around the bridge. A distress bell, now fading.
 * [ 170 ] A shoal of fish pass by a porthole. The prow-lamp reveals the midnight iridescence of their scales.
 * [ 180 ] The temperature changes abruptly. Your helmsman complains about goosebumps.
 * [ 190 ] A diving-suit floats past the glass.
 * [ 200 ] The compass shifts in the binnacle. Briefly, you are off-course. The coral is a useless signpost.

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