Captainmark Silverhollow Dispatchcourse

by Mitch Yeager

The dawn broke cold over the Ironbay Harbor, its light creeping across the rigging of docked ships like fingers of frost. The gulls had not yet begun their screaming chorus, and the world seemed to hold its breath in a kind of eerie expectation. Only the steady slosh of water against the wooden piers disturbed the stillness. A mist rolled over the bay, veiling the anchored vessels in silver-white haze. Somewhere within that ghostly shroud, a name was whispered by sailors with half a grin and half a shiver—
Captainmark Silverhollow.
No one had seen him for twelve years.
They said he vanished beyond the Celestial Seas, on the edge of the world where the stars touch the water and the horizon folds back on itself. They said he went chasing a legend—a place where oceans met heavens, a route through reality itself, a path no chart could capture. The sailors called it the Dispatchcourse, though no one living could claim to know what that truly meant.
For some, he was a fool. For others, he was a pioneer—a man who reached where no compass dared point. But for those who had sailed under him, the name Silverhollow was more than a memory. It was a wound that never healed.
The Rumors Return

68 pages, Kindle Edition

Published November 14, 2025