They Shot You in the Back. Your First Mate. Your Navigator. Your Gunner. Your Healer. Your Cabin Girl. Every Person You Trusted Chose Themselves. Joke’s on Them: You Met a Hot 6,000-Year-Old Leviathan in the Abyss. She Lives in Your Head Now, and She Will

You were supposed to die. They shot you in the back. Your own crew. The people you trusted. The ones you pulled from shipwrecks and Navy prisons and the bottom of bottles. Brenner with his tired eyes and heavier conscience. Tamsin with her maps and her secrets. Brigid with her…