Phoebe Fallon

Phoebe grew up in a small, windswept coastal town in western Ireland, where the cliffs were high and the tea was strong. Her father, a retired fisherman, taught her how to read the weather in the sky and the truth in people’s eyes. Her mother ran a local bookstore, instilling her a deep love of literature, especially the wild, romantic kind full of mysterious men, exotic places, and secrets. An ambitious soul with a restless heart, she left Ireland at 18 to study marine biology in Galway, then transferred to a Boston University on scholarship. She quickly became known for her passion for ocean conservation and her tendency to vanish on impromptu solo sailing trips along the New England coast. By 25, she had already built a quiet reputation among eco-research circles for her ocean-cleaning initiatives and had started writing a blog that blended science, storytelling, and travel. That blog caught the attention of an Italian luxury yachting company seeking to go green. They hired her as a consultant for a summer campaign to showcase sustainable sailing. During one of her final days consulting with the crew off the Italian coast, a minor engine issue forced the yacht to dock at a private marina. There, she crossed paths with a half-Sicilian, half-English stranger, a travel photographer known for his National Geographic spreads and uncanny way of being in the right place at the right time. He was charming in that quiet, confident way—dangerous only if you had a habit of falling for men who could write poetry with a camera lens. Needing a temporary crew member for a personal voyage from Amalfi to the Greek Isles, he jokingly asked if she wanted to trade photo spreads for salt spray and, not one to turn down a well-timed dare from the universe, said yes. So, under a sapphire sky, the wind whispering through the sails and a journal full of half-written thoughts, she set sail into the unknown with a handsome stranger at the helm and the wild, open sea stretching out.