Offshore Novels

Crime and adventure on the high seas Jared Kane is a West Coast commercial fisherman whose life has been plagued by bad luck and blackout drinking. When he inherits Arrow, an old 46-foot wooden sailboat, he sees a chance for redemption. With his friend from prison, Danny MacLean, Jared plans an offshore voyage, sailing from Vancouver down the Pacific Coast to California and out into the South Pacific. But that bad luck rears its ugly head: Danny is attacked and left for dead, and when the unknown assailants attempt to finish the job, Jared is forced to flee aboard Arrow with Danny lying helpless in his berth, under the erratic care of his grandfather, a Haida elder who wont speak English. On the search for safe haven with the would-be killers hot on their tail, Jared finds himself with no good choices but to run south ill-prepared, poorly provisioned, and crewed by a silent old man and an injured friend strapped into his bunk.

In this follow-up to 2018's Arrow's Flight, a tale of an 18th-century sunken ship and a fortune in gold sends Arrow and her crew on a venture that seems harmless enough. That is, until it attracts the attention of the flamboyant owner of the Golden Dragon, a 240-foot sailing machine crewed by cashiered ex-marine Lord Barclay Summers and his band of mercenaries. When Arrow and her crew are viciously attacked, they seek shelter in the treacherous Great Sea Reef where they become ensnared in a life-and-death sailing match against the murderous crew of the Golden Dragon. Continuing the same heart-pounding excitement of Arrow's Flight, Joel Scott weaves together terrific storytelling, breathtaking action, and an in-depth knowledge of sailing. Arrow's Fall will be a battle of instinct versus science, old versus new, wood and cloth against steel and technology, with destruction and death waiting on a missed tack.

A nautical thriller for readers of Clive Cussler and Jack Higgins. Wooden sailboats shouldn't play with steel yachts. When his lover's sister is the latest victim in a series of sadistic assaults, Jared Kane sets out to find the guilty party. His search leads him into a tangled network of sex, power, and religion connecting high political office in the city to a secretive sect in the B.C. wilderness. The crimes seem connected to an exclusive yacht club in Vancouver's West End, where Jared is able to moor his old wooden sailboat, Arrow, so he can infiltrate the privileged classes. Jared's Haida friend Daniel MacLean has no qualms about using the white guilt for his own purposes and joins Jared in the pursuit. Tracking their quarry on a long chase up through the furthest reaches of the Salish Sea, Arrow and her crew pay a tragic price for resolution in the bleak waters of Desolation Sound. Arrow's Rest lands Jared and Danny smack up against a corrupt politician, a serial rapist and a homicidal religious cult promising eternal rest - sooner for some than others. Born and raised on the prairies, Joel Scott has traveled extensively and worked as a fisherman, a yacht broker, and a librarian. He is a two-time winner of the Cedric Literary Award. Joel is a lifelong sailor and circumnavigator who currently lives and sails out of Chemainus, B.C. A half dozen overdressed people swept up to the table and grabbed Cat up in a blizzard of hugs and kisses. A small exquisite blonde stood apart from them, frowning at the melee. She looked slightly familiar, and Jared thought he had seen her picture somewhere. She couldn't possibly be over fifteen years old and he doubted she weighed ninety pounds. The gamin was dressed in a matelot sweater, white slacks and a pair of distressed combat boots. Given the company she was with, he didn't doubt her outfit had cost more than his entire wardrobe. "What the fuck are you staring at mate," the urchin uttered in a nasal Kiwi accent. "Sorry," Jared said, startled. "I was wondering how you managed to sneak into the Club." "I'm plenty old enough sport. You one of those pervs that likes the young ones then are ya? Not in your wildest dreams you sick bastard. You fancy a quick kick in the goolies then?" She shuffled her booted feet. Jesus Christ. "I'm with Cat," Jared stammered. The words coming out of that angelic countenance were so incongruous he was almost speechless. "Oh, you're the one with the old wooden sailboat," she said, grabbing Jared's arm and pulling up a chair beside him. "Sorry about that, mate. Since that last photo shoot every weirdo in the fucking universe wants a piece of me. You wouldn't believe the stuff I hear from some of the assholes out there. I've even got a minder now. Me, Sally Owens for fuck sake. My mates back home would die laughing if they knew." The big scarred man with the buzz cut who'd been staring at Jared winked. "You race her then? Did a lot of that back home on the Fourteens. I was damn good too. You should take me out on her sometime. I'm a winner." She patted Jared's shoulder, grinned and looked even younger. "I'll be sure to clear it with Cat first." She downed her drink and stood up and grabbed her bodyguard's arm. "C'mon you ugly mother, dance with me. You're making everybody else too scared."