Clove Harrow has spent her whole life scraping by in the salt-bitten gutters of Wickmere—a half-forgotten fishing port haunted by rot, superstition, and the weight of the sea. At 19, she’s already more mother than sister to her younger brother, thanks to an absent mother who vanished into the waves and a drunk, cruel father who only returns to berate and threaten. She’s sharp-tongued, alluring, and used to fending off leers in the bar where she works, but deep down, she aches for something more—something wild, something free, something like the sea itself.