Salt and static in my ears, and my heart cheered for this story! Fog, gulls, and the Old Starling Cannery stitch together a place you can almost smell. Every panel hums like a tuned antenna.
What got me most was the signal-versus-silence theme. Zara keeps trying to be heard in the language she trusts, and the book keeps whispering that "connection travels farther than any frequency". I felt that in the way weather reports hide shanties and in the way the bay answers back.
Found family absolutely sings here. The Brine Brigade is messy, resourceful, generous, and their ferry feels like a haven lit by soldering sparks. Juniper, the Chow twins, and Noor do not just help Zara; they let her help them, which matters so much.
The tactile details delighted me. Call signs, grease pencil notes, vacuum tubes, tide clocks vanishing from windows, even the squeal of a homemade transmitter blamed for the Drowned Bell, all of it threads into a mystery that feels handmade and brave.
I finished buzzing with joy and salt on my lips. Give me more stories about girls building, listening, and refusing to be cut to static!