Man With No Name
by Sean Patrick O'Mordha
Philippe has no memory of racing an expensive boat barely ahead of a typhoon. He has no memory of the wave lifting the boat and slamming it onto Kahuna's Teeth reef to shatter like a crystal bowl. He remembers little more than his first name. If not for the dog, Ellie, and the hermit who hates people, he would be dead, and that would make his uncle very happy. Very happy indeed.