Watch the waves, the magician out of the spotlight while tempest rages. For the umpteenth time in a few days, it seems that the waves heap on a small island in an attempt to devour. Only for the stubbornness of light to sweep the darkness, the island stands, indicating its presence to mariners that the turn around, heading the largest ports and safe. Nantucket is not just a small fishing port, especially in winter, when only those who live there appreciate its rugged beauty.
The magician goes out for an evening stroll on the pier .... and as always, when he found himself among the angry elements relaxes. Watch the ocean, the waves lash leaves, wash the blood from the wind.
His gaze is lost in the distance, until a glimmer of light waves, which is getting closer. A ship, pitching dreadfully, rolls in the waves that seem to play sadistic. You are about to return and give the message to the Coast Guard, straining his eyes when he sees clearly what it is and smiles. It would be useless to report the presence of that ship. It has already sunk a thousand times, but every full moon back to look for the port which has lost more than three hundred years before. The sails are now rags luminescent, the keel being eroded by browsing encrusted with mussels, the helm in the hands of a skeleton by the time Mr. Smangle, forever linked to the bar with a rosary in his hands and a medallion neck. The woman portrayed in it has since given infinite time to wait for the pilot, but each time trying to get home.
But there is no port that can accommodate the ship lost ....
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