In the age of steam and whale oil, the gray-green sea of fog was a nightmare for all sailors.
Tal Lang, a seventeen-year-old fisherman boy, struggled to survive on the Black Harbor Pier, which was filled with the smell of rust and rotten algae. He dealt with increasingly deformed catches - human teeth were embedded in oyster shells, fingerprints appeared under the gill covers of mackerel, and unknown runes were crawled on the silver scales of cod.
Until his father disappeared after a night hunt deep into the foggy sea, leaving only a tide notebook filled with blood-red full moon marks and a crazy rant: "She is singing."
