Storyline
Eva’s stuck in the middle of nowhere, 19th century, bitter winter gnawing at the bones, when a ship goes down right off the coast. She’s a widow, already carrying more grief than anyone should, now forced to make a choice nobody wants: save the desperate survivors and risk everyone starving, or let strangers die so her own people might have a fighting chance. No matter what, there’s blood on her hands, and the cold seeps into more than just their bodies. The whole crew’s rattled, guilt twisting them up, folks turning on each other or just falling apart. They start thinking maybe this isn’t just bad luck—maybe it’s some kind of punishment for what they did or didn’t do. The isolation doesn’t help; paranoia creeps in, and every shadow looks like trouble. The air gets heavy, like the sea itself is judging them. There’s no easy way out, and even the right choice feels like a curse. In this place, mercy and survival don’t play nice.
