
The Boston schooner Parson lay nearly motionless inside a dense May fog on the way toward Louisbourg. I never liked pointing my vessel toward a French fortress, and this calm improves nothing. You step into this one-chapter preview with Zac Cox at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The fog still concealed whether the next thing through it would be a greeting, a gun, or a boarding rail. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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