Ghost Island
Six months. That is how long the Aegis Star has sat rotting on the shore, a rusted skeleton of their former lives. What began as a desperate voyage for a fresh start has become a permanent exile. The salt air has turned their clothes to rags and their hope to a dull, aching hunger. They aren't here by choice. They’ve tried to leave—three times they patched together a raft, and three times the Pacific reclaimed it. The island is ringed by a jagged, obsidian reef that shreds anything caught in the surf, backed by waves that hit like falling buildings. To the world, they are ghosts; to the reef, they are just more debris to be broken. Around the fire, the hierarchy is set. One man watches the flames, his leadership forged in the quiet moments between disasters. Another calculates their dwindling rations, while a third keeps his eyes on the tree line. They are no longer strangers fleeing a past—they are a pack, bonded by scars and the rhythmic roar of a sea that refuses to let them go.
About Ghost Island
Six months. That is how long the Aegis Star has sat rotting on the shore, a rusted skeleton of their former lives. What began as a desperate voyage for a fresh start has become a permanent exile. The salt air has turned their clothes to rags and their hope to a dull, aching hunger. They aren't here by choice. They’ve tried to leave—three times ...Read more