GMSkarka said:
...or Innsmouth...or Dunwich...
Hm. There should only be one file....unless...
Oh, I know what it probably is. I'm in the habit of taking the preview image of the cover graphic and replacing the standard PDF icon on the file (I'm on a Mac)...Perhaps that doesn't work with Windows files, and it included the data doing that as a separate thing? I dunno.
What is the file called?
._ADM2001.pdf is the title.
As for Innsmouth and Dunwich... If I recall aproper Innsmouth was Portsmouth, New Hampshire, kind of Yuppie these days, but scuzzy in Lovecraft's. Devil's Reef is based on Henderson's Reef, which the Navy destroyed in the 1920s as both a means to get rid of a hazard to navigation and as artillery practice.(It partially blocked the Piscataqua River.) smuttynose is visible from there. I lived in Portsmouth for quite some time in my youth. The city was reformed largely by the works of the Prescott sisters, there is a park named after them on the waterfront - replacing a very active redlight district. During the 17th and 18th centuries it was already picking up a bad reputation.
So Innsmouth (under one name or another) is in. And don't think I didn't notice the reference in 'The Bottoms' of Saba Island either.

I am also thinking about Kingsport, with its ties between the Terrible Old Man and the South Seas. (Hmmm, a Bokor perhaps?) So I may have both Blackwater and Bluewater pirate themes in a single troupe style game, with Saba as the common point. Dunwich is too inland, but Innsmouth and Kingsport have possibilities. Or even use both D20 CoC for the 1920s with flasbacks to S&B. (Reincarnation can be a very disturbing plot device...)
I am also thinking that I may make magic weaker the further away from the South Seas you come, or at least having the rules change.
The Auld Grump
*EDIT An a song I plan to use for the game... Old Fid by Bill Lowndes.
I'll sing you a song of the rolling sky
Of lands far beyond the main
Of the ebb tide bell and the salt pork meal
That I'll never know me again
I mind the times as we were becalmed
With never a breath for the sheets
The red sun was so hot that the water would rot
And the decking would blister your feet
cho: So don't ask me where I've damned well been
And don't ask me what I did
For every thumb was a marlinespike
and every finger a fid
And then there's the times that we rounded the Horn
With cargoes of silk for Cadiz
The swell roll was so high It were lashing the sky
Lord the whole bloody world's in a fizz
Whether spices from Java or copra from Yap
Or a bosun too free with the cat
It was haul up the anchor and roll out that spanker
And dammit move faster than that
I've loved the proud women from Spain's dusty plains
I've seen where the Arab girls sleep
And the black girls as well though they're fiercer than Hell
Have all kissed me when silver was cheap
Lord, how the man's changed from that young cabin boy
to the old man who sits on this bench
for I'm too old to fight or to stay out all night
In the comp'ny of some pretty wench
Just an old clipper man who's long past his best years
And I know that I'll never be free
From the smell of the tar that once braided my hair
Or the salty old tang of the sea