Island of Aeaea – Tyrrhenian Sea
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Captain James Bellows was an old man. How old was anybody's guess as even he wasn't sure anymore. A life at sea and a relentless pursuit of the lost island had eaten away the years until they were little more than a hazy mist just out of his grasp.
He had seen the island only once, from the deck of his ship, just before his mutinous crew had chucked him in a long boat and set him adrift to die. Bellows had paddled not for the island but for the open sea, heeding the warnings passed down by seafaring men for centuries. The Island People had swarmed the ship, killing his crew and scuttling the vessel but allowing Bellows to escape.
He had survived for two weeks, rationing a single flask of water tossed into the boat by old Tully, the one man still loyal to him. Eventually making landfall on the island of Cossyra, he was nursed back to health by a young woman named Isabella. She had loved him, had asked him to stay but the Island seemed to call him. He would dream of it each night. He would wake with a strange melody in his mind and it would not leave him.
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Ficción GeneralBased on the short story 'What Cost a Drink' by Allan Fisher (https://goo.gl/wn4efw) with permission. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Enslaved for Centuries. A pla...
