From Tormented Tides (From Tormented Tides, #1)

by Val E. Lane

“What exactly is this hell?” My eyes drilled into him with a desire to understand. “Being frozen in time. Never aging, never dying, never feeling the simple pleasures of life though they are right before us each night. Reliving the same end over and over. Begging for death from these tormented tides until the night takes pity on us.” “Okay so let me get this straight.” I put my fingers to my forehead, trying to decipher the rules of being a pirate ghost. “You and your ship come up at night?” “Yes, with the evening tide.” He used his hands to make rising and falling motions as he talked. “When the moon rises and calls up the tide, we rise with it. And then when morning comes, we return to our fate, like the first time it took us down in the storm she sent. Our ship, our bodies, our souls. It’s a never-ending cycle.”