Castaways of the Flying Dutchman

masts

cracked, shipping water that sloshed about in empty holds from which the last scraps of cargo had been jettisoned to

save the ship.

Then by some perverse freak of nature the weather suddenly becalmed itself! An olive-hued stillness hung upon

the Atlantic; rain, snow, and wind ceased. Startled by the sudden change, Neb and his dog came out on deck. The

crew deserted their accommodation, creeping out furtively into the dull afternoon. It was as if heaven and all the

elements were conspiring to play some pitiless joke on the Flying Dutchman.

'Eeeeaaaarrrggghhh!' All hands turned to watch Vanderdecken, for it was he who had roared like a condemned

man being dragged to execution. With his sword he was feverishly hacking at the ropes that bound him to the ship's

wheel. Tearing himself loose, oblivious to the onlookers, he jabbed the blade skyward and began hurling abuse, at the

weather, at the failure.... At the Lord!

Even though the crew were men hardened to the vilest of oaths, they were riveted speechless by their captain's

blasphemy. Neb fell on his knees and hugged the dog that stood guarding him. Across on the eastern horizon, bruised

dull skies gave way to immense banks of jet-black thunderclouds, building up out of nowhere. With fearsome speed

they boiled and rumbled until they darkened the daylight overhead.

Simultaneously, a bang of thunder shook the very ocean and a colossal chain of crackling lightning ripped the

clouds apart. Men covered their eyes at the unearthly scene. The green lights of Saint Elmo's fire caught every spar,

mast, and timber of the vessel, illuminating the Flying Dutchman in an eerie green glow. Vanderdecken fell back

against the wheel, eyes staring, mouth gaping as the green-flamed swordblade fell from his nerveless grasp. Neb had

buried his face in the dog's coat, but as Denmark crouched flat, he unwittingly allowed his master this view.

A being, not of this earth, was hovering just above the deck. It was neither man nor woman, tall and shining

white, bearing a great sword. It turned and pointed the sword at Vanderdecken. Its voice, when it spoke, was like a

thousand harps strummed by winds, ranging out over the sea, beautiful yet terrifying. 'Mortal man, you are but a grain

of sand in the mighty ocean. Your greed and your cruelty and your arrogance turned your tongue against your Maker.

Henceforth, and for all the days of time, this ship, with you and all upon it, are lost to the sight of heaven. You will

sail the waters of the world for eternity!'

Neb saw Scraggs then, and Sindh, Petros, Vogel, and the two hands who had been swept from the rigging and

drowned. All of them, pale, silent, and dripping seawater, stood by the crew, staring with dead eyes at their captain. It

was a sight to haunt the boy's dreams for centuries to come. A sea-scarred ship, crewed by the dead and those who

would never know the release of death, standing in the fiery green light, silently accusing the captain who had brought

the curse of the Lord upon them and the Flying Dutchman.

Without warning the elements returned. At the sound of a second thunderbolt the waves sprang up. Icy sleet

carried sideways on the wailing wind drove a huge roller, smashing into the vessel's port side. Neb and Denmark were

washed from the deck straight into the Atlantic Ocean. Clinging to the dog's collar with both hands, the boy did not

see the wooden spar that struck him, nor did he know that his good and faithful dog pulled him up onto that same spar,

saving them both. The last thing he remembered was a cold abyss of darkness. The Flying Dutchman receded into

storm-torn darkness, leaving astern a dog clinging to a spar, with an unconscious boy draped across it, cast away upon

the deeps.

Vanderdeckcn and his crew

sailed cursed into eternity,

leaving in the Dutchman's wake

two castaways upon the sea.

A struggling dog, a helpless boy

pounded by storm and wave,

victims of the dread Cape Horn,

that deep and watery grave.

But lo! The angel returned to them,

commanding, serene, and calm,

bringing a message unto their minds,

preserving the friends from harm.

'You are saved by innocence of heart

and granted your lives anew,

the gift of heaven's mercy

bestowed in faith, on you!

I am sent to bless you both

with that which you shall need:

boundless youth, understanding,

and speech to succeed.

Throughout the ages, roam this world,

and wherever need is great,

bring confidence and sympathy,

help others to change their fate.

Fear not the tyrant's bitter frown,

but aid the poor in their woe,

make truth and hope bring evil down,

spread peace and joy where you go!'

THE SHEPHERD

8.

THE NIGHT WIND KEENED OUT ITS LONELY dirge across the barren coast of Tierra del Fuego. Ragged