The sea just sits silently, but sometimes, she does more
And someone weeps as her love sleeps safe upon the shore
— Great Big Sea
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In A Sea of Shadows
Historical Fiction4th March 1832 To my eldest and dearest sister, I have been in New Zealand for over a year, and in that time over one hundred whales have died at my hands. I want to believe that I have grown numb to this reality, but in truth I still hear their son...
Introduction
The sea just sits silently, but sometimes, she does more
And someone weeps as her love sleeps safe upon the shore
— Great Big Sea
