the smuggler’s bible


The old timers at the bar in the Scowling Mermaid always say that a person witnesses a revelation in their final moment of mortal peril.

But for the excruciating fifteen seconds after Hollis’ harpoon bites and the fish starts its dive, her mind is utterly blank. She simply sits and watches the rope hiss over the side as the coil unwinds.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The men in the other boat are waving their arms and shouting. Then there is a sharp tug and a rushing sound.

No revelation. Of course, Hollis thinks, what a joke. How would they know, anyway?