What do you think?
Rate this book


272 pages, Hardcover
First published May 1, 2018
Those who managed to pull a survival suit on will assume they’ll float off and maybe survive, because in water this warm they can live for days. And if the suit has been fastened correctly, it should keep them on the surface. The trouble is, “surface” is the term for a clear interface between water and air, and no such interface exists here with combers between twenty and fifty feet rolling and collapsing on top of you. And even on the waves’ summits, or in a brief calm between them, the mix of water and air whipped off by such winds is not something you can breathe; every time you draw breath you are taking in not oxygen but an emulsion of surf and wind, something that’s half-Atlantic and half-Force 11 and all Joaquin; it will fill your lungs and drown you almost as quickly as if you sank five fathoms under.
Any last pockets of air left in the accommodation are blown out like burst balloons, and if any crew members have survived in there, the shock wave would have killed them at once…The explosion is strong enough to send waves of sound bouncing through the Atlantic, echoing along thermal planes of water defining the SOFAR channel (for “sound fixing and ranging”) between 1,200 and 3,900 feet deep, to be recorded as a series of thuds and screeches by hydrophone arrays the US Navy set up to listen for enemy subs…At 40 mph, even if her vector is diagonal, it would take El Faro less than eight minutes to reach the ocean floor…She hits bottom stern first, roughly a mile to the southwest of where she started to sink. Her rudder and prop assembly, the heel of her flat transom, drive deep into dozens of feet of silt composed of dead fish and amoebas, plankton and minerals, jellyfish and whale bone, seaweed and jetsam, broken ships, dead pirates; all accumulated there over centuries, over millennia…
