After six months at sea on a solo trip around the world, Georgia Perry's 44-foot sail boat sits idle with no wind in her sails for several days. Cabin fever sets in and the border between fact and fantasy begins to trickle away. Are uninvited visitors boarding the vessel, or is her mind deceiving her? But if these are just tricks in her imagination, how do these ghostly encounters leave Georgia with bruises? If the visitors are real, is there a bigger...

The vessel is Infinity, a 120 foot, hand-built gypsy sailboat, crewed by a band of miscreants. The journey, an 8,000 mile Pacific crossing, from New Zealand to Patagonia, with a stop in Antarctica. Unlike all the other boats heading to Antarctica, Infinity is no well-financed, ice-reinforced super yacht crewed by well-paid professional sailors; rather, Infinity lives in the moment and sails on a whim, without permission or insurance of any kind.

A solo sailor is locked inside the head of a sailboat that is on autopilot. Where is the boat taking him? Why is the boat taking him?