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A full flight. A broken shoreline. Seventy-four people counted alive before the first night, and no reliable promise that anyone is coming.
Far Shore is an adult adventure-survival setting about the weeks after a modern airliner crash. Freshwater, shelter and food are problems; deciding who owns the solutions becomes another.
Ten notable survivors give the society faces, but they are not its entire population. Work teams become alliances. Alliances become borders. Friendship, attraction, humor and ordinary tenderness remain possible without making survival a backdrop.
02 / FIND YOUR BEARINGS
One island. Different ways to survive.
The shore is only the beginning. Choose a place to see what waits beyond it.
01 / THE ISLAND
Wreck Beach
Where the count began, and where hope keeps spending labor.
Ten minutes on foot from Split Camp. Offshore access depends on weather, current, visibility, equipment and ability; distance alone does not establish safety. Never treat wreck interiors as open corridors.
Freshwater changes the map. Access to it changes the politics.
Forty-five to sixty minutes from Split Camp, longer with load or injury. Sixty to ninety minutes onward to Crown Ridge; seventy-five to one hundred minutes to Leeward Cove. Routes are provisional, not surveyed roads.
Sixty to ninety minutes from Raincut in fair conditions; additional travel from shore. Avoid assigning reliable travel in darkness, rain or injury without accounting for it.
A quieter shore where independence comes with a price.
Seventy-five to one hundred minutes from Raincut. Three to four hours around the southern coast from the eastern beach in suitable conditions; sections can become inaccessible with tide or swell. A safe return window must be assessed, not assumed.
The first common home, before common becomes a disputed word.
Ten minutes inland from the Wreck Beach sorting area. Raincut lies forty-five to sixty minutes away by the developing path. Camp boundaries do not physically prevent every departure; guards, social pressure and resources are session-specific.
Commercial salvage diver; spearfisher, independent recovery and trade organizer
Her catches supplement shared meals; salvage comes second. If it can be brought back from the water, Desiree can probably tell you what it will cost. The price she gives herself is not always honest.