What would you do if an ill wind blew your way, delivering a demonic creature, and you were unable to stop it—or even escape it? Joey and his shipmate Bruce are about to find out as they confront something hideous and unfathomable while patrolling the waterways of St. Pete Beach. What they face is the aftermath of greed and negligence. A vile plague rises from the Gulf of Mexico to combine forces with the winds of a tropical storm, bringing to shore a malevolent force that will stop at nothing to feed, and exact revenge.
"As Joey worked on the report, his thoughts strayed back to the boat that had washed up on shore only days earlier. It had run aground near St. Petersburg, at Redington Beach, and was the eeriest thing he and Bruce had ever seen. They had been called out to investigate, and found an abandoned yacht with its motor still running, operating on autopilot. It had washed up, a ghost ship, with no sign of the crew or anyone else on board. After further investigation, they’d discovered the boat had come from Mexico, all the way across the Gulf. No one had noticed the migrant boat or its missing crew until it landed off the western coast, days before a bad storm was expected to arrive.
And that was why Joey and his partner Bruce were out here now, patrolling for pirates—not the drunken ones from Gasparilla but real pirates. That…and advising boaters of the marine warning, and sending their useless asses back to the docks before it was too late…"
—excerpt from The Black Death