Avast, ye salty dogs! So ye have a thirst to sail the frozen hellscape they call the Greenland Sea? Aye, 'tis a true test of a captain's mettle, a region locked away behind a mountain of paperwork and a trail of hard-won glory. Listen close, for I'll tell ye what it takes to earn that permit and why it's worth the frostbite.
The Price of Passage
Mark this well: the harbormasters won't even look at ye unless ye have already proven yerself across the seven seas. This ain't a journey for greenhorns.
- Ye must hold every last one of the fame-based port permits, from the chill of the North Atlantic to the spice-laden winds of the Indian Ocean.
- On top of that, ye need the special permits for the far-flung coasts: Latin America, Southeast Asia, Oceania, and East Asia.
- And ye must have already finished the tale of the Northeast Passage. That icy gauntlet is but a prelude to this.
The Chart-Master's Call
Once yer credentials are in order, seek out the old mapmaker, Mercator, in Amsterdam. He's the one with the knowledge and the tasks that will chart ye a course into the teeth of the ice. He'll set ye to work on a special charting voyage, using the Western Europe map as yer starting point.
Why Brave the Ice?
Why suffer the howling winds and grinding pack ice? For the glory, matey! To say ye've sailed where few ships dare, to unlock ports in the roof of the world, and to add the most formidable sea to yer domain. It's the mark of a legendary captain.
A word to the wise: This sea will test yer ship's timbers and yer crew's spirit. Go prepared for a fight against the elements themselves.
If ye hunger for the full chart—every bearing, every hidden shoal, and the gear to survive the storm—then make way to the complete log below. I'll show ye how to seize it proper.
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