The Flying Dutchman—in person: FREE from 9th to 13th November on Amazon!

[Rossella]

Freshly professionally translated from Italian to English and FREE from 9th to 13th November on Amazon!

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English is not my native language, so please, forgive any mistake in this message. The original Italian edition of this horrifying short story of about 6000 words has a “terrific” and authentic rating of 4.8 here on Goodreads (5 ratings – 3 reviews) and a 5 star rating (5 reviews) on Amazon.it.
Please, if you love horror stories and think that you already know the legend, give it a try! You will live one day and one night in the most horrific curse you can ever imagine, in the shoes of its protagonist, just before an inevitable and terrifying rendez-vous.
Thank YOU!!!

Synopsis

A gloomy, gloomy tale, based on one of the classic versions of the legend will hurl you—in an instant—onto this haunted vessel par excellence in the mind of its lugubrious Captain.
Happy reading—to you who accept the challenge!

The original edition of this Italian short story was chosen by: “Extravergine d’Autore – Self Publishing of Premium Quality”

Excerpt

Dawn
I wish...
I didn't have to open my eyes.
I wish...
that the murmuring wind and the creaking black wood, hardened by the centuries of storms, and the lapping water against the sides of the ship had lost their power to rouse me.
For ever...
In the comforting darkness of my closed eyelids I breath in deeply the spirit of the sea, the salty aroma of the air which, at these latitudes painfully pierces the tissues of one's nose, one's lungs... one's very soul.
But I don’t have to talk about this.
Pagan legends tell of mermaids whose singing could snare careless mariners; but the very sea was my mermaid. The sound of the waves was with me all the time, even when I was asleep. The horizon's only boundary was the coast. The typical nautical terms I would hear shouted out with every vessel setting sail from the port. I echoed them, I rolled them around my tongue when climbing trees and I imagined the leaves were sails, that the wind filled to carry me... where my adventurous spirit would find nourishment.
Oh, I've had my fill of adventures since then. Enough to satiate whole armies. The sea was soon to reveal its true colours: a black-hearted mermaid, able to reduce a man in his prime of life to a lost, fearful little child. Each time we saw the coast disappear my uneasiness would be placated, but deep inside grew the horror of a situation which was... unnatural.
By now I knew exactly what to do at any given time. I knew the stars in both hemispheres and I used them to find my bearings; I could climb high as though I was supported and kept from falling by the hand of a guardian angel; I could read the wind and cloud formations to forecast the weather; I could keep my balance even when the rolling bridge leant over more than the sexual appetites of sailors wanted in far too many ports.
But it was not enough.
Because the stars were innumerable, and cold, and distant, and indifferent to my fate.
Because as they were vanishing, carried away by a luminescent veil of clouds, and the wind brought us the aroma of a storm about to break, I realised that sooner or later a wave would come with enough force to drag me down from the bridge into that black abyss, that kingdom devoid of air, light or hope, inhabited by creatures whose very size and bizarre characteristics would leave those who saw them breathless.