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Мъжът седеше на малък дървен стол на хълма. Морето бе точно пред него, изпълнило взора му, и грохота на разбиващите се в скалите вълни го оглушаваха. Слънцето припичаше уморено, въздухът бе свеж и морският бриз нежно галеше бузите му и развяваше черната като катран коса. И днес носеше любимото си тъмносиньо яке с три райета на десния ръкав, а пръстите на краката му се подаваха от полускъсаните обувки.

The Ghost

Part two

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The breeze rustles through my receded hair, tipping the black hat askew. The sun bathes my scruffy face and the sea tosses its drops on my pale dead skin as I sit atop the prow of my ship.
Dead?

The Ghost

Part One

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            My search was all in vain.

The Captain

Part Two

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“Come, Catharina,” his voiced echoed in my mind, “breathe with me from the opium pipe, darling. Have a little more of the wine I brought for you.”

The Captain

Part One

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     I had found a lead.

The Mariner

Part two

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           With the tugboat anchored firmly to the dockside, he barged in the house. His arms felt heavy, the colour drained from his face and he was barely breathing. His daughter rushed to greet him but stopped dead in her tracks, gawking at the pale shadow that used to be her father. The wife followed soon after and embraced the child firmly, with tears pushing their way out. Falling down on his knees, the mariner mustered the remainder of his strength to reassure them he is no ghost, but in fact still very much alive, and begged them for food and water.

The Mariner

Part One

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           I was not privy to these events. Had I been, I fear these writings would never leave my desk to reach you.