stops? The beam of light from the torch illuminated a high rock wall, a sharp turn, luckily my top had withstood the tear, for those who fall into the sea the barracudas are ready, they would come to me immediately because I had blood on my hands and scratches at the knees.
In order not to risk hitting the rocks, Gregorio moved away from the coast. The light from the flashlight got dimmer.
This is the end. Since it is the end, we might as well admire this stupendous unleashing of forces. Really gorgeous. I'm in Your hands, Lord. Forgiveness for everything, thank you for everything. But why do you want me to die so soon, I still have so many things to do. Poor mother, who knows what a pain. Poor Papa.
The sky is white with lightning. This is the last thing I see, I think as a huge wave rises in front of the boat. It stops for a moment against the sky, with a roar it overturns, overwhelms us, everything falters, it seems to overturn. One shot, I sink into silence, now I'm rolling in the water, ah I'm still down here, alive, how strange...
I find the bucket, wedged under the seat. I have to fill, empty, even if it's useless... I wonder how long we've been sailing. Who knows where we are. Gregorio continues to scrutinize the night, but in the night nothing is seen, only the succession of waves illuminated by lightning.
The Tin Kid veers to starboard. Gregorio's gaze is attentive. A bright dot in front of us. Indeed, two. The dots are swinging, they are lights, someone making signals.
We are approaching the coast. The two lanterns rise and fall, then move inward, swaying one after the other on a ridge of rock. Now they stop. Gianfranco's torch, with a last flicker before going out, illuminates the faces of mom and dad who, above the barrier, show us the bottleneck that leads to Escondido.
For a few moments Gregorio studies how to enter without bumping into it, then, with a decisive maneuver, he manages to make us lift,...
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