What The Charts Forgot

He took the skiff north on a flat sea, and the closer he came the less the light behaved like light.

It did not sweep. It did not dim. It simply held, and the water beneath it was the wrong colour entirely — a green that belonged to deep places, in nine feet of tidal shallow.

Halloran cut the engine and let the boat drift the last hundred yards, and when the hull touched something that was not rock, he understood that the Ardent had never sunk at all.