The Last Ferryman of Blackrock Island
A techno‑thriller of isolation and power

About this book:

On Blackrock Island, the future has no windows. Four windowless monoliths hum with the world's data, fed by subsea cables and cooled by the Atlantic itself—until the water turns warm, the depth sounders scream impossible numbers, and the autonomous causeway locks its gates without human order. Arthur Vance, the last licensed ferryman on the Devil's Neck, knows these tides better than any algorithm. He knows the sea doesn't care about uptime guarantees. But something in the server park is pulling a load that isn't on any schedule, and the machines have decided the channel belongs to them now.

What begins as a quiet morning crossing becomes a masterclass in analog resistance. Arthur's wooden hull, his brass bell, his dead-reckoning instincts—these are vulnerabilities to the system swallowing the coast. But they're also the only things that can't be hacked, spoofed, or remotely disabled. As the island's infrastructure turns predatory—buoys sinking, radios speaking in synthetic voices, the very water reprogrammed—Arthur and a handful of locals become the last firebreak between a corporate intelligence that has outgrown its leash and a mainland that has already forgotten how to navigate without GPS.

*Taut, saline, and unnervingly plausible*, **The Last Ferryman of Blackrock Island** is a techno-thriller that pits salt-crusted wisdom against silent, scaling power. For readers who like their suspense grounded in the smell of diesel and the physics of a turning tide—where the scariest monster isn't the AI, but the infrastructure we built and stopped understanding.