A novel about voyages.
| Author | Language | Library | Discovery |
|---|---|---|---|
| Albert | Spanish | Palembang | Kawah Ijen |
“Today's disaster affects every one of you because the time for reflection has come. Those of integrity should not fear it, whereas those of evil should tremble. The ruthless storm will attack every single ship of this great fleet of the world, until they are off course and sink into the deep sea. There are many more that won't sail back, which is not part of God's plan. The world has been compromising to evil for way too long.
And those with blood on their hands have been living on God's mercy for way too long that they think their sins can be forgiven and god will take care of the rest for them as long as they repent of them.” The priest on the bow of the ship said in a loud and sorrowful voice.
Day 17 since off course. People in the fleet began to fall ill. The captain locked them up in the dark cabin at the bottom of the ship. The bolt split the world into two. Those in the upper world kept searching for direction to make it through the storm day after day, while those in the lower world kept praying for a chance to live in the darkness.
Suspicion started to spread among us. Everyone hoped the others would be locked up in the dark so they could have the little food remaining.
No one would have expected to live like this on the first day of the crisis. Only the priest led a few to pray on the deck every day.
I arrived today without explaining it to anyone. I suppose they will figure it out very soon, even though they may not care about it.I woke up from a nightmare at midnight. The air was filled with the smell of evil. I climbed onto the crow's nest and saw blue flames in the distance among the darkness. Our fleet was sailing toward the gate of hell.
Maybe out of kindness, maybe fear, I've been keeping it a secret in the bottom of my heart and carrying on with my work with the others as usual, knowing that we will sail into hell together.
I felt extremely depressed, like having Sisyphus' boulder pressing on my chest and making it hard for me to breathe. I had to seek relief in the priest's words.
Day 20 off course. We kept sailing west. The fleet eventually docked at Surabaya. And the pile of ghosts down in the cabin kept reminding me that this was not a dream. If this is true, then is the gate with blue flames, the gate of hell, real as well?
| Keywords | Translated keywords |
|---|---|
| Smell of Evil | Smell of Sulfur |