Bartholomew “Dutch” Doobin, a man whose name seemed perpetually on the verge of dissolving into a cough, stood there, knees wobbling like malfunctioning gyroscopes, at the “bottom” of the world. The air, a fistful of shattered diamonds, stung his lungs with each gasping breath. Below his crampons, the white expanse stretched, a canvas upon which…

The Pacific stretched monolithic beneath a bruised twilight, an oil slick sheen reflecting the sodium glare of distant tankers. Below, in the cobalt fathoms, a solitary whale, its species a cypher, sang its mournful aria. At 52 Hertz, its call was a discordant shriek in the whale orchestra, a blues note in a symphony of…

Dimitri, adrift in a post-Tsarist Odessa, pulled the collar of his peacoat tighter against the greasy wind whipping off the Black Sea. The city, once a bustling port adorned with the whimsical flourishes of Czarist excess, now resembled a haphazard collage of faded grandeur and revolutionary scrawl. Crimson banners with Cyrillic pronouncements of the new…