The Cursed Night

Day 2

Everything spins, turns and turns around me as if I dwell in a whale's stomach. The ship waiters are very attentive. After not retain anything, they called the first officer, a "doctor".

The man enters with an old but well-maintained white coat over his vest with his hands dirty and full of what looks and smells like whale fat. and he fondles his fat lips that hide rotten teeth and misshapen victims of rickets.

Your gut makes you remember those old smugglers you look to set sail as a kid in the Boston harbour.

The voice that comes from his lips is smoked and dry like Cuban cigars: "Oh, the young lady I could give you something that will make you feel better and cure your hysteria."

You know the bottle in his hands, you have made yourself the liquid. The Calm down elixir... a pure alcoholic with some herbs ginger, lemongrass and some green fairy juice. You have no doubts about his plans now. I want to rob you blind. "