Seven Days on the Saint's Galley
A Medieval Heist Against Guild Law

About this book:

On a Venetian pilgrim galley bound for the Holy Land, the only law is the ledger. Every soul aboard—knights, merchants, peasants, and the chained oarsmen below decks—is recorded in the Great Ledger of the Guild of Scriveners, a book bound in indigo calfskin and locked with a key that hangs around the Scribe's neck. To the Republic, the ledger *is* the voyage: if the numbers balance at journey's end, the ship was never lost. If a single line disagrees, men hang.

Corvo boards as Brother Anselmo, a mendicant friar with a habit full of lockpicks and a lead-alloy coin palmed in his sleeve. His target isn't gold or relics—it's the truth itself. In seven days at sea, he must steal the Scribe's key, the purser's key, and rewrite three lines in the master register without leaving a mark the Guild's auditors can find. But the Scribe, Bernardo, has spent forty years making men into numbers, and he does not blink. Worse, the mercenary captain has smuggled his own specialist aboard: a lock-breaker hiding among the guards, watching the same iron chest.

As the Adriatic swallows Venice, the galley becomes a closed system of salt, sweat, and double-entry bookkeeping—where a clipped coin dooms a scholar, a monk's callused hands betray him, and the only way to win is to make the lie balance perfectly. *Seven Days on the Saint's Galley* is a medieval heist built on ink and iron, where the ultimate crime isn't theft—it's making the accounts reconcile.