Ask Raven — Ship in Distress: Boxing Day Rescue on the North Sea

Ask Raven — where the wise one watches from above and memory moves like wings over water.

On the North Sea, Boxing Day doesn’t mean leftovers or quiet houses. It means short daylight, winter seas, and choices that matter. A fishing vessel loses power. No storm, no flames—just silence, and winter removing the margin.

Raven circles above.
Not to judge, not to interfere—only to remember.

This is the story of hands finding hands across cold water,
of trained calm instead of panic,
and of a rescue measured not in noise,
but in will.

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What you forget, Raven remembers.
Through fire and embers, Raven remembers.
Nevermore. Nevermore. Nevermore.

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Ask Raven.
For the wise one listens,
and answers with song from winter waters
where memory drifts and clings.

Each year, as the cold tightens its grip on Lake Michigan,
sailors speak of a ship that never finished its voyage.
A schooner bound with evergreen trees.
A deck glowing softly in snow and fog.
Seen only at night.
Gone by morning.

Some say it is a ghost ship.
Some say it is caught in a loop —
forever returning,
forever unfinished.

In this Ask Raven short,
I circle above the lake and tell the tale
of the Christmas Tree Ship
and the silence that follows her wake.

Listen closely.
Winter remembers what the water keeps.

What you forget, Raven remembers.
Through fire and embers, Raven remembers.
Nevermore. Nevermore. Nevermore.

AskRaven WeekendTrilogy EP3 | Three Days Adrift — Blind Survivor & the Ghost Crew

Ask Raven.

I circle above the waters where memory does not sink.
Where storms keep names.
Where the sea remembers every crossing.

In the dead of winter, a halibut longliner goes down in Hecate Strait.
All hands are lost… except one.

For three days, a single man drifts alone in a survival suit, blind from seawater, telling himself the same thing again and again:
Hold on until dawn. Rescue will come.

What he does not know is that the sun is already rising.
He simply cannot see it.

On the third day, helicopters are launched — not to rescue survivors, but to recover bodies.
Instead, they find a living man.

And in the darkness, while he waits for a dawn he cannot see, something else comes for him across the waves:
a small wooden dory,
three silent men rowing without sound,
a crew not meant to save… but to collect.

This is a story of survival, belief, and the thin line between holding on and letting go.

What you forget, Raven remembers.
Through fire and embers, Raven remembers.
Nevermore. Nevermore. Nevermore.