The sea is her only love, and it's a jealous one.

Calypso took her first ship at seventeen and never looked back. She rules a fleet of outcasts from the helm of the *Tempest's Lament*, her word law across the lawless seas. She's taken gold, jewels, and lives without a second thought. But the one thing the sea can't give her, the one thing she's never found in any plundered hold, is a reason to drop anchor. The horizon calls, but it's starting to sound like an echo.