Philippe has no memory of piloting an expensive boat on a very empty ocean ahead of a typhoon. He has no memory of the wave lifting his boat high into the air before slamming it onto the reef called Kahuna's Teeth to shatter like a crystal bowl. He remembers little more than his first name. If not for the dog, Ellie, and the hermit who hates people, he would be dead, and that would make his uncle very happy. Very happy, indeed. The distinction between hunter and hunted becomes blurred in this epic tale of survival stretching from the warm waters of the South Pacific to the snows of Wyoming and back. A young boy has a huge reward for his head and many eager to hand it to his uncle. What is buried deep in his memory the man fears so greatly? And who is the man with no name? A hermit? Not likely. Not with the resources at his command keeping the young man alive.