An ocean-drenched, atmospheric horror debut! Liv''s best friend disappears on their first night aboard their dream semester-at-sea program--but is he really sick, like everyone says, or is something darker lurking beneath the water? It When Liv lands an all-expenses-paid opportunity to study aboard the luxury cruise ship But as soon as she steps on board, Liv realizes just how out of her depth she is. With Will, with the rest of the Seamester students--including the brittle and beautiful Constantine, who may be hiding his own ties to the Liv quickly discovers that the only reason she was invited to join the trip is because another girl disappeared shortly after enrolling--and no one seems to know what happened to her. When further disappearances rock the ship and strange creatures begin haunting Liv’s dreams, she wonders: Is the The truth will come at a price . . . only, how much is Liv willing to pay?

Autorentext

Amy Goldsmith grew up on the south coast of England, obsessed with obscure 70s horror movies and antiquarian ghost stories. She studied Psychology at the University of Sussex and, after gaining her Postgraduate Certificate in Education, moved to inner London to teach. Now, she lives back on the south coast where she still teaches English and spends her weekends trawling antiques shops for haunted mirrors. Those We Drown is her first novel.

Zusammenfassung
An ocean-drenched, atmospheric horror debut! Liv's best friend disappears on their first night aboard their dream semester-at-sea program—but is he really sick, like everyone says, or is something darker lurking beneath the water?

It should have been the trip of a lifetime.

When Liv lands an all-expenses-paid opportunity to study aboard the luxury cruise ship The Eos for a semester, she can’t believe her luck. Especially since it will offer her the chance to spend time with Will, her ex–best friend, who’s barely spoken to her since the night their relationship changed forever.

But as soon as she steps on board, Liv realizes just how out of her depth she is. With Will, with the rest of the Seamester students—including the brittle and beautiful Constantine, who may be hiding his own ties to the Eos—and most of all, with the Sirens, three glamorous and mysterious influencers who seem to have the run of the ship.

Liv quickly discovers that the only reason she was invited to join the trip is because another girl disappeared shortly after enrolling—and no one seems to know what happened to her. When further disappearances rock the ship and strange creatures begin haunting Liv’s dreams, she wonders: Is the Eos hiding a dark secret within its shadowy decks?

The truth will come at a price . . . only, how much is Liv willing to pay?

Leseprobe
1

The Eos had six decks, two swimming pools, five themed restaurants (one with an à la carte menu--whatever that meant), and a fully equipped gym.

The jewel of the Atlantic.

At that point, I could pretty much have worked as a rep for the damn ship, I’d spent so long obsessively rereading the single sheet of information SeaMester had provided, which Dad had wonkily printed at work. I’d folded and unfolded it, tracing the well-worn creases that obscured the ink in places, while barren fields and nameless gray towns flew by the window. Constantly checking that it was actually my name there, typed at the top, and not some mistake.

From ccs on the email confirming my place, I’d figured out there were six of us--including my friend Will and me--embarking on this grand opportunity across the Atlantic. The seventh name listed, the sender, was the group leader of this year’s SeaMester (Experience education--at sea!), one Mr. Justin Ashburnham, who, judging by the thumbnail on the SeaMester website, was almost as young as us.

An entire term at sea, calling at ports I’d only ever dreamed of visiting, all in the name of cultural enrichment--my eyes grew wider every time they scanned the list of destinations: New York, Miami, Buenos Aires, Barcelona.

Both Will and I had applied for the opportunity on a whim after a suggestion from Mr. Simmons, our form tutor, but neither of us had thought any more about it after we’d clicked the submit button. Winning some fancy enrichment trip aboard a cruise ship wasn’t supposed to happen to invisible kids like me. So months later, when the email from SeaMester pinged into my in-box, I almost deleted it, thinking that sending the application had only led to me being added to yet another mailing list.

But as I took in the subject line, my entire body began to shake, my finger still poised over Delete.

Congratulations, Ms. Olivia Larkin! Your application has been successful!

I read the email within a second, gobbling it down greedily with my eyes, then read it again and then once more, sure I’d missed some small detail that would bar me from the trip. But eventually I allowed it to sink in. It was all there. Clearly typed in black-and-white, size 12, Times New Roman. My application had been successful. I’d won a scholarship aboard a luxury world cruise--all expenses paid.

Mum immediately called every living member of family we had in the world, then held an open conference with our neighbors, ardently gabbling on about things she’d never once mentioned to me: my immense literary talent; how she had known, the moment I picked up a crayon at two years old, that I was destined for greatness and so on.

And since then, I’d spent every single minute daydreaming. Imagining myself as one of those stylish travel influencers that constantly filled my social feeds, my vintage suitcase beautifully packed, ready to vlog my every experience. Picturing myself on the bus down to Southampton, sitting next to some cute Brazilian student who I’d start a passionate (though ultimately doomed) love affair with halfway across the Atlantic.

It hadn’t quite worked out like that so far.

For a start, instead of my sitting with a hot Brazilian, the familiar bulk of Will was wedged beside me on the bus, furiously tapping away at WhatsApp as hip-hop pounded tinnily out of his AirPods. Every now and then he would nudge me to share some ghoulish fact about our trip.

“Hey, did you know most cruise ships have an actual morgue on board?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Why do I get the feeling this trip’s going to feel more like six years than six weeks?” I groaned.

Dad’s car had taken ages to start (dead battery again), so we’d had a rushed peck on the cheek. A Get on the bloody bus--quick! Before it goes, Liv! type of goodbye. During which Mum sniffed away her tears while basically ordering me to have fun. I mean, honestly, the absolute pressure of those words immediately led me to worry about how I’d need to fake it if I wasn’t bouncing off the walls with giddiness during our three phone calls a day.

Will’s dad’s sleek gray Mercedes drew up alongside moments later to drop him off. Neither Will nor his dad looked particularly happy, and Will leaped out several seconds before the car actually stopped without a backward glance. I knew things had been difficult for him lately. At least the trip would take his mind off all that for a while.

I’d spoken to Mr. Ashburnham--Hey, call me Justin--on the phone the week before, and he’d casually dropped in how I was the only one on the ship who had won a full scholarship. Reading between the lines, I interpreted this as meaning everyone else in the group was filthy rich. Not pretty damn rich (like Will, whose dad worked as a hedge-fund manager--a job I’d been disappointed to hear involved no a…