Some dawns promise a new day. Others promise an end. In the gloomy days of late October, nineteen seventy-eight, the port town of Nome, Alaska, was a place on the world's edge, where a low, gray sky hung heavy with salt and foreboding. Here, the sixty-foot trawler October Storm waited, its sides scarred by ice and countless gales, a veteran of a relentless sea. Her captain was a man forged by t...
