“I’ve been sailing nearly twenty years. Never any problems, never any ‘bad luck’ or whatever. I mean just the usual stuff, things go wrong… but nothing like this”
The crew of the Dogstar are dropping like flies. Whalers with no whales left to catch, they have been icebound for months and a whiff of mutiny is in the air as they look to cast blame. But something strange is happening. Are the crew’s heavenly visions a symptom of scurvy, a result of the endless polar night – or a chance at salvation?