Damon was reduced to running his beloved Annemarie on joyrides into the Torres Strait for rich tourists. It pricked his pride and irked him to have rich boys climbing all over his boat. Still, it was money. They paid to keep his vessel in the water. He was doing what he loved and that was all that mattered. Today was a strange charter. A young woman had hired his boat to take her to Bathurst Bay on some secret mission. She had paid cash up front.

There was a mythology amongst the fisherman of the Torres Strait. To anchor in Bathurst Bay was considered bad luck. It all stemmed back to some cyclone that had snuck up on the pearling fleet in Bathurst Bay, a hundred and fifty years ago and wiped out the fleet anchored there. Legend has it at night, when the south east gales come, you can hear the souls of the lost, crying out for help in the pitch darkness.

Damon wasn’t sure if he liked this bossy Elishia woman and her secrecy anyway. Why did she keep her surname secret? And what did she want in Bathurst Bay? She must be up to no good, he thought.

A compelling novel of mystery and exotic intrigue set in northern, tropical Australia and loosely based on historical fact.