Here's the way I see it: The S.S. Possum in 1953 is a 30 year old cargo ship with a few tiny cabins for passengers. It has passed throught the Panama Canal en-route from Charleston to Jakarta. It carries a crew of 20 plus 8 passengers. A few hundred miles west of the canal it loses its electronics--radio, navigation equipment, radar, everything (sabotage?). One of the crew is capable of repairing some of it, but doesn't have the needed parts (can he improvise?). There's a hurricane it takes the ship 24 hours to fight its way through, then, just as the weather clears, one of the twin diesels breaks down (would a freighter have twin diesels?). The ship can continue, one of the mates can navigate with a sextant (?), as can the captain, when he's sober. There is a series of murders and disappearances--I see a very claustrophobic, paranoid atmosphere developing early, even before the storm, with tensions between members of the crew, between the passengers, and between members of each group. Let's make it creepy and melodramatic, with--of course--the absurdities of True Detective.

We need a writer with technical knowledge of the sea to start us off, just before things start going bad (Fadac?).

--seed