Vigilant
A rescue at sea costs Captain Walker Shaw his command. It also uncovers a trafficking network built on one certainty: the Coast Guard will always choose lives over contraband.
Walker Shaw knows the sea does not care about politics, paperwork, or good intentions. The Walker Shaw novels follow the men and women who protect America’s working waterfronts—and the criminals who learn to turn duty itself into a weapon. Every story is grounded in real maritime procedure and firsthand experience on the water.
A rescue at sea costs Captain Walker Shaw his command. It also uncovers a trafficking network built on one certainty: the Coast Guard will always choose lives over contraband.
Maritime crime where the Mississippi meets the Gulf—cutters, towboats, shipyards, barges, and the people who keep America’s working waterfront moving.
A rescue at sea costs Captain Walker Shaw his command. It also uncovers a trafficking network built on one certainty: the Coast Guard will always choose lives over contraband.
Walker Shaw knows taking down a shipment is far easier than dismantling the system that carried it. Along New Orleans's industrial waterfront, the most dangerous empires are built with infrastructure.
Nate Eckler is a USCG Licensed 100 Ton Master, marine consultant, yacht broker, and maritime instructor with forty years on America’s coastal waters. He has commanded former military and commercial vessels, including the former Coast Guard cutter Morris. That experience grounds the Walker Shaw novels in the real boats, people, weather, and decisions of the maritime world.
Read the prologue to Vigilant first—it is free, and there is nothing to fill in. Then, once or twice a month, dispatches from the Gulf Coast: real maritime history, working waterfronts, life aboard The Mad Hatter, and the afternoons that end up inside the fiction.
No spam. No algorithms. Just occasional notes from the working waterfront.
There is the South Louisiana on the highway map, and the one you see from the water. They are not the same place.
Five hours into a delivery, a hose let go. What got us home came out of the galley and the trash.