Marcus leaves a job assignment in turmoil and seeks solace with his estranged grandfather. For the first time in his well disciplined life he is experiencing an unprecedented explosion of rampant uncontrollable emotion. Aside from his grandfather he has nowhere else to go. But the old man is more than he bargained for and pushes him through a series of self-realizations that throw him so far over the edge he fears he will never make it back to the comfort of what he called life. Voodoo. Corporate theft. Entities. Rebirths. Crooked old cons. Beautiful deadly women. Bull Sharks. Serpent men and staple guns. Marcus must learn to differentiate between his head and his heart. Standing forever in the background is the only link between these two men, mother to one, daughter to the other, the woman who walked into the ocean. Marcus is the modern all American boy - and boy is he paying for it. A choice education leaves a lot to be desired. A childhood of convenience plants seeds that take years to grow - but when they do they choke out everything else in the forest. This yarn of coming to terms with who and what we really are will ruffle your feathers, unravel your senses, and leave you standing alone on a grass-flat in the middle of the night in the Gulf of Mexico waiting for hungry sharks. You are never too old to be taught a new lesson or two.