Judging by the dirt of their clothes, the Dutch should take a few days there, if not living there. Middle dragged I took the smoking room. The Chinese came running behind us, but I threw some money, he stopped to pick them up and let us go. We sat on some steps of the port. Ran a cool breeze sea flavored pitch. The Dutch began to speak without my invite it.
- I did not know who our passengers, only that it was French, very famous, and the young queen of Sweden had invited him to his court as a personal tutor. Before leaving the ship rose wrapped in a layer without parting with a mysterious chest that seemed to have much value to him. Was quite large and very heavy, multi-currency and distributed among those who got on board.
not we used to carry passengers, so out of curiosity, one night I went to his cabin and hit the ear to the door. You could hear strange noises, like ... like clockwork. I heard the voice of the French and their laughter. Know that in the five-day trip that we had not seen him smile even once. But there was in addition to its other crystalline laughter ... metal crystal at the same time if I understand, sir. I panicked and ran.
The next morning I told the captain. He reassured me, told me that maybe I had imagined, but I noticed that he was also restless. Every afternoon, before dinner, the French walked the deck for a while, and if not windy, I read an old book in a small wooden table that Captain Fokke had installed for him in the stern. It was while I was there we saw the captain read out to the deck by dragging the mysterious chest. Before any of us could react, opened it. Inside was a child. Seemed dead, but got up and stretched his arms to the captain, smiling. The captain grabbed her by the waist and threw her overboard. With these same eyes that look you saw wrestle in the water to avoid sinking still smiling.
We all saw it, and so petrified we were not warned that the French approached the captain and repeatedly plunged a dagger into his belly and then turn throw overboard. The girl, still stroking, he embraced the captain's neck and sank the two deep ...
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No one, no, twice. Twice I have seen die. If your first death broke my heart in two, the second has made me nothing. But I feel pain. Therefore I am ...
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A couple of us jumped into the water but could not recover the body of the captain. The Frenchman left turn without resistance or uttering a word. When we had prepared the rope to hang the more the second mate, well, our new captain, stopped us. Our flag was Dutch, sir, and the passenger a very famous French favor with the Queen of Sweden. We had nothing to gain and much to lose. So the rest of the trip was spent locked in his cabin. Sometimes you could hear him mourn.
After that unfortunate trip, the Free We was cursed and only those who did not know their history they agreed to sail on it. Sank, or sank, somewhere in the North Sea. French only knew who died in the Swedish court in a few months in circumstances somewhat obscure. They said he had been poisoned and had to bury him without a head because he could not find it.
Some of us enrolled in the Batavia , covering the route to the East Indies. One night while I was on deck, I heard a sound that was familiar, something like the gears of a clock, and saw the mist hovering bats that knew so well. Yes, sir, was the We certainly Libera. Above the waterline, starboard, had a huge gap in which no ship could sail without sinking in minutes. Batavia approached quietly, as if floating in the air, and saw them covered. I saw the Captain Fokke with his bloody uniform holding a skull under his arm. Beside a little girl, blonde, I smiled and waved me. After the ship vanished back into the fog leaving behind a crystalline laughter. Crystalline metal but at the same time. And my hair, sir, never again to be red.
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