Crime and adventure on the high seas Jared Kane is a West Coast commercial fisherman whose life has been plagued by bad luck and blackout drinking. When he inherits Arrow , an old 46-foot wooden sailboat, he sees a chance for redemption. With his friend from prison, Danny MacLean, Jared plans an offshore voyage, sailing from Vancouver down the Pacific Coast to California and out into the South Pacific. But that bad luck rears its ugly head: Danny is attacked and left for dead, and when the unknown assailants attempt to finish the job, Jared is forced to flee aboard Arrow with Danny lying helpless in his berth, under the erratic care of his grandfather, a Haida elder who won’t speak English. On the search for safe haven with the would-be killers hot on their tail, Jared finds himself with no good choices but to run south — ill-prepared, poorly provisioned, and crewed by a silent old man and an injured friend strapped into his bunk. “I enjoyed the novel immensely — terrific story-telling, great characters.” — Derek Lundy, author of the bestseller Godforsaken Sea “ Arrow’s Flight is a well-crafted and breathtaking crime novel. Author Joel Scott shows an in-depth knowledge of sailing along with a gift for storytelling. He gives the reader characters to care about as he takes them on the high seas on this fast-paced life-and-death adventure that will keep the pages turning right to the very end.” — Dietrich Kalteis, author of Zero Avenue “ Arrow’s Flight (2018, ECW Press) by Joel Scott is an adventure story worthy of [Joseph Conrad] … I can’t say enough good things about Arrow’s Flight .” — Marimichi Reader “ Arrow’s Flight is a well-crafted crime novel that takes readers out to sea … This novel is a sailor’s delight.”— Owen Sound Sun Times Crime and adventure on the high seas Jared Kane is a West Coast commercial fisherman whose life has been plagued by bad luck and blackout drinking. When he inherits  Arrow , an old 46-foot wooden sailboat, he sees a chance for redemption. With his friend from prison, Danny MacLean, Jared plans an offshore voyage, sailing from Vancouver down the Pacific Coast to California and out into the South Pacific.  But that bad luck rears its ugly head: Danny is attacked and left for dead, and when the unknown assailants attempt to finish the job, Jared is forced to flee aboard  Arrow  with Danny lying helpless in his berth, under the erratic care of his grandfather, a Haida elder who won’t speak English. On the search for safe haven with the would-be killers hot on their tail, Jared finds himself with no good choices but to run south — ill-prepared, poorly provisioned, and crewed by a silent old man and an injured friend strapped into his bunk. Born and raised on the prairies, Joel Scott has traveled extensively and worked as a fisherman, a yacht broker, and a librarian — to name a few of his past professions. He is a two-time winner of the Cedric Literary Award. Joel is a lifelong sailor and circumnavigator who currently lives and sails out of Chemainus, British Columbia. Arrow's Flight By Joel Scott ECW PRESS Copyright © 2018 Joel Scott All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-77041-426-6 CHAPTER 1 The halibut quota filled early, and I was on a plane back to Vancouver by the first week of September. I had shipped on the Freelund, a sixty-foot longliner out of Prince Rupert, and we'd had a fair season. It would have been an excellent season had we not been caught with our lines out in a sudden storm on the final trip; with no good choices left, we hauled in a forty-knot gale with seas breaking over the man at the roller, and ended up losing half our gear. We were luckier than some though — a rogue wave took out the wheelhouse windows on the Covenant in the same blow, and a shard of glass killed the man on watch, pinning him to the bulkhead by his throat. It was raining heavily as my flight approached Vancouver International Airport. I looked down at the city's shrouded lights and thought about the coming winter; every autumn for the past six years, I had left the fishing grounds with a large bankroll and a bigger thirst, and every spring gone back out broke, or near enough as made no matter. Sometimes in the off-season I took a job driving a truck or working on construction, but it never made much difference. I could always spend more than I earned. Drinking, partying, sometimes a few weeks in Mexico or maybe a long, drunken hunting trip into the interior, and at the end of it all another spring and working on the gear before returning to the fishing grounds for another go-round. I used to think it was fun. The plane bounced down onto the tarmac, the wheels shrieking as they caught and came to speed. The stewardesses smiled gamely and passed us out the door, saying how special we all were and what a treat it had been to serve us. I walked through the terminal, stepped out into the driving rain, and caught a taxi to Annie's. I had been staying with