Bethany Forsyth had never known Bram Curtis, but she remembered the talk about him. Her father said he was a wanderer on the fact of the earth. Her mother said he had “gone to sea.” It was a beautiful expression, calling up images of a sky filled with foreign constellations. Beth wanted to meet the man who had gone to sea. And once she met him, she wanted to give herself to him in a way that both frightened and exhilarated her. She wanted to love him with a reckless devotion that would wipe out his bitter past. But could she do it?