The sea forgets. The ship remembers.

In 1835, the barque Red Wake slips from port into a fog that does not lift, a realm where the sails hang limp without wind and the crew is condemned to a grey, unending purgatory.

For young Mire, seeking only to endure the brutal rhythms of life at sea, the voyage becomes a waking nightmare. His name appears carved into the ship's timber beneath a date yet to come. A child's weeping echoes from the hold. The ship itself seems to watch him, leaving tokens and whispering warnings only he can hear.

First Mate Russell Stone, a man of logic, trusts his logbook to anchor his mind against the impossible. But the entries rewrite themselves. Days repeat. The crew's memories are quietly erased. And Stone is forced to question whether the greatest threat is the loss of his life, or the loss of his self.

Aboard the Red Wake, they are not merely lost. They are being devoured. The captain reads from a book that bleeds. The boatswain worships the rope that serves him. This ship is not just a vessel.

It is alive. It has purpose. And it is hungry.

651 pages